The Adverse Effects of Being Cuddly!
It wouldn't be the first time John had found himself to be the object of a woman's infatuation, Sherlock says it's because he's so cuddly looking (John had to resist the urge to punch his roommate for that charming little observation) but having a girl blatantly stare at him was just a little unnerving.
"Sherlock. She's staring again," he hissed, the detective arched an eyebrow and threw John a look that clearly said 'point being'.
"Well you could at least pretend to care" the doctor grumbled, Sherlock rolled his eyes and drifted towards a hat shop.
John looked over to his admirer and smiled weakly, a giggle and snort overcame her. She was small with flyaway brown hair, not too bad on the eyes, John thought as he turned to see where Sherlock had gone (last time they went shopping together, Sherlock had gotten into an argument with a French man, in French. John still doesn't know what crapaud gluant meant).
"E-Excuse me," she asked timidly, suddenly at John's shoulder.
"Hi," he said, flashing a polite smile, she giggled and blushed.
"Hey, I'm Emily" she chirped.
"John" he said, almost cautiously offering a hand only to have it almost squeezed off.
Sherlock frowned when he turned around to find John engaged with a young woman. He blinked and looked them over; John was clearly not enjoying himself, awkward posture, and fake smile. She was nattering and blushing at him; university student, twenty one, single, owns several cats. Lives in a flat share with one other (all of this he gleaned from her sweater, shoes and glasses).
Sherlock smirked and rattled off a text.
John nodding politely at the now annoying woman's advances when he felt his phone buzz, he quickly excused himself and checked it.
Need some help?
-SH
John could practically see the smug look on Sherlock face now as he typed a reply.
"Girlfriend?" Emily asked, John shook his head.
"I don't have one," he said, Emily smiled like a thousand watt globe.
"Oh, well… Um," she started. John mentally cringed; here we go again, hurry the hell up Sherlock.
"I was wo-" Emily was cut off by whirl of black coat.
"Problem Love?" he asked, curling his arms around John's waist and looking pointedly at Emily.
"Oh! Oh I'm so sorry…. I didn't realise" she stammered, making a hasty retreat.
"Took your bloody time" John chided, stepping out of Sherlock's embrace.
"Never rush genius" Sherlock said smugly.
"What happens if the genius is late" John countered.
"But I wasn't, I timed it perfectly" Sherlock replied, nudging John's hand with his.
"Sure you did Sherlock" John grinned, lacing their fingers together.
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