Sherlock closes his eyes his eyebrows furrowed as he dips his bow down over the G string of his violin. His slender agile fingers glide over the strings evoking the slow sad melody of a tragic ballad. He raises his eyebrows a transcendent expression on his face as he tremolos the bittersweet pitches of the E string. He opens his eyes slowly to the calm mellow notes resonating from the D string. Sherlock raises his gaze from the ground as he continues the next stanza of the ballad.
Then his eyes lock onto John Watson his flatmate and newly acquired boyfriend. John sits at the kitchen table his back facing Sherlock. Sherlock watches as John sways in his chair subconsciously to the rhythm of the ballad. Sherlock watches John for a moment observing this interesting phenomenon.
I wonder what would happen if…
Sherlock switches his ballad for a more upbeat concerto and waits for the result. Slowly John adapts to the change in tempo by rocking back and forth instead of the gentle sway from before.
Interesting…
Sherlock waits a moment before experimenting with an even faster arpeggio only to be disappointed.
What's wrong? Is it too fast? Or did he catch on? Sherlock wonders to himself before noticing John drumming his fingers on the table and tapping his foot keeping perfect time with the music.
Bingo! Sherlock smirks amused before swapping the fast arpeggio for a grandiose waltz and walking over to John's side quietly.
"What is it Sherlock?" John sighs impatiently at Sherlock's hovering.
"Are you doing anything important?" Sherlock questions while trying to read the screen of John's computer over his shoulder.
"I'm blogging," John says simply.
"I'll take that as a no," Sherlock comments snidely.
"Sherlock…" John moans at Sherlock's insistence that his blogging was not important even though John found it therapeutic.
"Come on John lets make this simple. The moment you turned around to look at me your pupils dilated, I'm sure if I took your pulse your heart would be racing, and you've been subconsciously swaying to my violin music this whole time," Sherlock points out with his uncanny powers of observation and random facts of knowledge he'd accumulated in his "mind palace".
"I-I have?" John stutters embarrassed.
"Yes." Sherlock smiles deviously.
"So?" John huffs crossing his arms a slight blush to his cheeks.
"So would you like to have this dance?" Sherlock requests as he extends his hand to John and sets his violin on the table.
"Fine since you insist," John coughs clearing his throat and dismissing his embarrassment, as his eyes meet Sherlock's frosty blue ones. John takes Sherlock's hand and Sherlock pulls John out of his seat.
"But Sherlock there isn't any music," John points out.
"That doesn't matter," Sherlock murmurs as he pulls John close and begins to lead him in the waltz. John relaxes into Sherlock's arms at the sound of Sherlock's low soothing voice humming the gentle melody of a waltz.
