Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, John Watson and do not claim ownership to the world of Sherlock.

"Really Sherlock this isn't necessary!" John tugged his wrists out of Sherlock's hands only to be pulled in tight by his waist. Sherlock's laptop lay open on the sofa and the soft jazzy melody flowed through the speakers and around the room.

"Sherlock!"

"Let me worry about necessities John and you just do as you're told."

"Are you trying to provoke a savage attack? Because you'll get one."

Sherlock sighed and swayed gently, his other hand coming to lace his fingers with John's, who was currently glaring a hole in to his Cerebrum; their matching gold bands around their ring finger's, clinking together

"If look's could kill I'd be going through rigor mortis by now." Sherlock drawled with a half smile.

"That's the idea." John bit back.

"Riding crop?"

John blinked up at Sherlock his mouth slightly open before giving a scoff.

They both burst out laughing.

John shook his head and brought his hand up to settle on Sherlock's shoulder.

"You're an idiot."

"You're the one who doesn't know how to dance."

"Earth's rotation. And I do know how to dance, I just haven't in a while." John sniffed and let himself shuffle his feet a bit, along with Sherlock.

"Well we can practice now." Sherlock replied ignoring the quip about his lack of knowledge when it came to the Earth's rotation around the sun.

It had been years since that happened. Years since a lot of things happened, but unlike everything else, John had insisted on not letting that revelation go.

"Stop thinking so loud." John mumbled and Sherlock looked down to see him resting his head against his chest, his eye's closed.

Sherlock smiled and squeezed John's smaller hand in his.

"Stop stepping on my feet and then we'll negotiate."

John glared again, but settled back on to the warm comfort of Sherlock's chest again, breathing in and sighing contently. The smell of Cologne and just Sherlock filled his nose and filled him along with the sweet sound of the piano in the background.

Sherlock twirled John around and pulled him back in again.

"Don't push it!" John barked and fixed Sherlock with a warning look. Sherlock just smiled and kissed John right on the mouth.

"You need some practice on your foot work."

"My foot will work it's way up your arse if you don't stop talking."

"Well considering that is highly-"

"Sherlock!" Sherlock detected the exasperated tone of voice. "Shut up."

Sherlock opened his mouth to say something but closed it again.

"Better." John smiled and tilted his head high to catch Sherlock's lips with his own.

"Mmm, so much nicer to kiss you when you're not talking."

"You're lying."

"Shut up and kiss me."