"A double date, John, are you serious?" Sherlock asked as he paced around John like a hungry predator.

John let Sherlock encircle him for a few moments and then reached out and grabbed Sherlock's arms. "Sherlock, stop you're making me dizzy. It would be just a causal thing. After all the guy is just an acquaintance that I met in a tea shop while buying your fancy biscuits. He and his partner have just started dating and well Danny is having trouble breaking the ice."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and then flopped down in a chair. "And you're assuming that I care because?"

John laughed and then kneeled down in front of Sherlock, caressing his legs. "Come on Sherlock, please."

Sherlock's eyes focused on John's hands as he said, "Fine, Doctor after all you unthawed me just fine."

John rested his chin on Sherlock's knee. "Yes, my ice man has unthawed quite nicely."

Sherlock chucked making his chest vibrate in a low hum as he ruffled John's hair. "Yes, perhaps the name of your new blog post should be 'The Iceman Cometh,'" Sherlock said as John edged closer.

John fixated on Sherlock's lips as he said, "He is certainly going to. In fact, I predict that it will be in the next few moments."

Sherlock's body shot out of the chair in a swift movement that made John yelp as he fell backwards. Pinning John's body on the ground Sherlock took a handful of hair and kissed John. His tongue demanded entrance. John sighed as Sherlock whispered, "We'll just have to see which one of us cometh first."

John moved his hips underneath Sherlock, both of them knowing that John could flip him on his backside if he so desired. "Bring it on," John growled as he grasped Sherlock's forearms.

Sherlock held John's head in between his hands and began to nibble at John's lower lip as he said, "Be careful what you ask for, Doctor."

A few hours later John and Sherlock sat in a pub waiting for Danny and Alex to arrive. "Now, Sherlock when they get here, they'll be none of your analyzing out loud. Okay?"

Sherlock looked down at John and said, "Fine, but the evening is already starting to bore me."

John nudged Sherlock under the table. "Hush, here comes Danny now. If you're a very good boy I promise I will consider the proposition that you put before me earlier in the day."

Sherlock licked his lips as he said, "You mean the heels etc.?"

"Yes," John hissed.

Before Sherlock could reply Danny approached the table. After John made the introductions Sherlock suffered through a few rounds of small talk until Alex arrived.

When Danny spotted Alex he motioned him to their table and then came another round of introductions. "This is Alex, he's an investment banker." Danny said as he moved over so that Alex could sit closer to him.

Sherlock's bright eyes gleamed with excitement as he leaned forward. Alex was a liar. In point of fact he was lying about everything, including his name. Sherlock signed the word 'liar' into John's palm. John took Sherlock's hand and signed back, 'heels.'

Alex and Sherlock stared at one another, each analyzing the hell out of each other. Then Alex spoke, "So, you're the famous Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock didn't advert his gaze as he replied, "Yes, my name is Sherlock Holmes and nothing gets past me."

Alex didn't reply he just glared back. Danny cleared his throat nervously. "Umm, Alex is a genius like you Sherlock. He's very good with numbers."

Sherlock steepled his fingers in front of him as he replied, "Oh really? How many total degrees are there among all the angles of a hexagon?'

Alex smiled as he leaned back in his chair. "720 degrees."

Sherlock bowed his head and then asked another question. "A three-digit number contains the digits 9, 5, and another digit. When this three-digit number is reversed and subtracted from the original number, the result contains the same three digits as in the original number. What is the third digit?"

Alex took a few moments and then replied." Four."

The battle went back and forth.

Sherlock: "What is the measure of each angle of an equiangular pentagon?"

Alex: "108 degrees."

Sherlock: "Why?"

Alex: "A pentagon contains 540 degrees."

Sherlock: What is the square root of 729?"

Alex: "27."

John looked over at Danny. "This could go on all night unless we put a stop to it."

"Sherlock, it looks as if you've found another proper genius in the city. Now how about we actually spend our time conversing." John said as he looked at Sherlock and then Alex.

Sherlock pouted as he said, "I thought that's what we were doing."

John shook his head and then held a finger to his lips. "No, you and Alex were showing off. Danny and I know you are both proper geniuses. Now let's just relax and enjoy ourselves."

Sherlock folded his arms across his chest and was about to protest when John turned his back on Danny and Alex and mouthed the word, 'heels'.