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Sherlock was staring, making John fix his collar nervously… again.
"Will you please stop staring at me?"
"But you look good!"
The doctor flushed and cleared his throat.
"Yes, well… thanks."
Sherlock's baby blues roamed down his form and John shivered at the suggestive glances the man gave him.
"Aren't we going to dinner?" he hedged.
"I'm not so sure. You look delicious. Perhaps we could forgo the meal and stay home."
John flushed and coughed into his fist. "No. It's our anniversary and I want to go out to eat with you."
"Fine. But later…"
John nodded, "'Later', indeed."
A/N: Done!
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