"Come on Sherlock, there's no cases today. If your really so bored then lets try something new. " John said swinging his boyfriends hand in his. Ever since the day they both admitted some attraction to each other, and finally gave into the fact that everyone (including strangers on the street) could see, they had been dating. And John had shown a sudden interest in mundane past times. A fact Sherlock tried not to be happy with.
"No John. I will not go to some public torture house where women must scream at the end of the game and men show there strength by throwing large balls down the aisles! It sounds quite frankly like a rather archaic game. "
" You make it sound horrible."
"It will be."
"Will? So you'll go?" John said smiling so happily that Sherlock had to turn away before he answered for fear of seeing the sad look that was bound to follow.
"No John! I was speaking theoretically. I will not leave this house for anything less than an 8. We agreed on that. And this... This activity doesn't even rate."
"Well it should." John said letting go of Sherlock hand and turning away to pout. Sherlock, for a reason he couldn't fathom no matter how hard he tried, suddenly had a funny feeling that made him want to rewind and go back to when john was smiling at him like he was the bloody sun. But Sherlock didn't know how to rewind time. And he also didn't know any way to rid of this feeling... Other than to agree. But Sherlock didn't want to go. So he did what he always did. He became obstinate.
" John, I'm not going with you. I'm very sorry. But I simply refuse to do such a thing. It goes against all my morals."
"Sherlock Holmes has morals? I highly doubt that." John said, his voice dripping heavily with sarcasm. "I just want a normal date. A normal couples date Sherlock! Is that so bad?"
Suddenly Sherlock felt another emotion. This one though, he could guess the name of. He knew the cause of it to. But he wasn't ready to give in yet.
" We do go on dates john."
"Going to the morgue and doing science experiments on dead bodies does not count as a date Sherlock!"
"And why not?"
"Because! It's not fun for both of us!" the little spat had turned into a full-blown row by now. And both of them knew that if they didn't watch what they said one or the other would wind up storming out of the flat.
"What do you mean? You said it was! We laughed and had fun! you held my hand! we even did that bloody stupid kiss-at-the-end-of-the-night routine you wanted!"
"But Sherlock, don't you see? It was fun. But not date fun. Please Sherlock, just one night. It could be a lot fun. Couples do it all the time. Please Sherlock?"
Sherlock had no way of responding rather than to give in by this point. He couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty since his stubbornness had been the start of the row.
"John, I don't want to go."
"Sherlock!"
"But! There's a but John, I will go if it will make you happy. Ok?"
"Oh thank you thank you thank you Sherlock! You won't regret this!" john said immediately rushing around to grab money and get his shoes on.
"You'll love bowling Sherlock! I promise!"
"Right... How about we leave before I back out." Sherlock said, trying to hide his smile at the sudden look of childish joy that had spread across his lovers face.