Valentine's and Sherlock
"Good morning Sherlock." Watson mumbled as he tripped out of bed.
"Morning." Sherlock paused his violin playing for just long enough to ask, "When is coffee?"
Watson, being more of a night person, grumbled, "Why don't you make your own coffee?"
As ever Sherlock had an answer. "Because it's your job."
"My job?"
"Yes, in exchange for living with the best consulting detective in history."
"You're the only consulting detective in history." John Watson snipped under his breath.
" "What was that?"
John was saved just in time by the ringing of the doorbell. Sherlock grimaced and picked back up with his violin.
"Don't bother getting up, your highness." John rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair.
"I wasn't planning to." Came Sherlock's voice, securely from the living room. John sighed and opened the door. His morning got instantly better as he recognized the woman at his door. It was none other than Mary, the woman he hoped would be his someday. She beamed and he smiled back.
"Meet me at Veto's, eight tonight." She leaned in and kissed him. "Happy Valentine's day, John."
Just like that she was gone, leaving a stunned John to stand there stupidly in his pajamas. Sherlock appeared behind him.
"Well John, how is Mary?"
He blushed, "Mary, how did you know?"
"She had been there for, oh, twenty minutes; saw her get out of a white Toyota Camry. And my word those shoes! At least a seven inch heel up a flight of stairs just to see you. Well obviously not just to see you, no. she made physical contact."
Now John was beginning to feel like his dad was getting him in trouble after prom. He didn't have to take this, he was a grown man! He turned to face Sherlock, and his accusation but found he couldn't make himself stop smiling. Sherlock noticed too,
"Yes, something intimate that you enjoyed immensely. She left in a hurry, so it wasn't something she had planned. She kissed you, didn't she? Good for her! About time I'd say. You always have been a bit slow, and I mean that in the best possible way."
He contracted his face into a quick, tight smile and began to go back inside.
He stopped, "Oh, and John, I don't think that lipstick is really your shade."
