A day in the life of a Wimpy Tentacle
A ficlet for bbcatemypumpkinspice
I woke up first in the morning, usually I’m curled onto John’s wrist but today I’m aside his face. His lips are slightly parted and he is drooling a little over me but I don’t mind because he is so cute when he is doing that. Nevertheless admiring John’s cute face isn’t a reason good enough to dispense myself from my daily John’s peen groping. Once I fulfill my morning duty I feel more satisfied and Sherlock is waking up.
This is a perfect day to start with lazy morning sex and while John and Sherlock enjoy themself I wave happily around and grope John’s bum firmily. I tried to partecipate more actively in this sex thing but unlike the other tentacles I get overexcited and I start to lube uncontrollable everywhere. I was declared useless, but sometimes I come handy when the bottle of lube is out of reach.
Just when I start to feel a little grumpy John drags Sherlock out of bed and make him breakfast. I’m pondering what to do between checking my etsy shop or playing the xylophone while Sherlock is occupied on the microscope with one of his experiment… Oh look! A butterfly enter the flat from the open window! Can I dance with you, my colorful friend?
Suddenly we are interrupted by a call from Lestrade, he want us to join him in Scotland Yard for a consult. Today is really a great day because I made a new record of groping John’s bum without being noticed by the officers. On our way home I met 2 dogs, I gain their trust offering them some treats that I always keep in Sherlock’s pocket and as a result I could pet them for at least 10 minutes. I hope to see them again.
Before going home we stop at Tesco and while Sherlock and John are distracted arguing about something like “transport" or "your diet can’t be based on nicotine patches and coffee" I sneak in the cart my favorite chocolate candy bars and a bunch of skittles packs. When John notice what I have done he mutters something about the necessity to eat also healthy food but he leaves them in the cart.
While we are all waiting on queue the radio passes Dancing Queen and I can’t help myself, I need to go out from Sherlock’s coat and dance with all my grace. I feel from the increasing temperature that Sherlock is blushing so hard he might combust but I can’t resist. I get a glimpse of John holding back his laughter unsuccessfully and Sherlock gets irritated. Once arrived at home John prepares Sherlock favorite meals to be forgiven and we end the day cuddling on the sofa watching tv. I rest on John’s lap while he lazily pet me. I’m pretty tired for the intense day and I lose consciousness on him.