I was bored, and listening to the Beatles, so this came up. I was bored, so don't even judge.
Do I look like Moffat or Gatiss? No. so thus, all characters and stuff go to them. (if I did tho, BBC wouldn't be able to air it. Heheheh. ;)
I don't own the Beatles, either, so yeah.
~Courtney
Once there was a way, To get back homeward
Once there was a way, To get back home.
Sleep, pretty darling, Do not cry, And I will sing a lullaby.
John looked up from his newspaper, his brow furrowing.
"I didn't know you liked the Beatles."
"Only some of their music. It got rather strange at one point." Sherlock replied. Sherlock looked at John, a grin on his face.
"What?" John asked.
"Do you know how to dance, John?"
John looked taken aback for a moment, "well n-no." He stuttered.
"Well, what are you waiting for John? Come on, lets dance." Sherlock smirked. He had John right where he wanted him.
A while later they sat on the couch, tired from dancing. Sherlock looked at John, Grinning. "I didn't know you could dance John."
John looked at Sherlock and laughed. "Well, you aren't the only one."
they both sat in silence as they song changed.
Though you've gone away this morning,
You'll be back again tonight,
Telling me there'll be no next time
If I don't just don't treat you right,
You'll never leave me and you know it's true,
'cause you like me too much and I like you.
You've tried before to leave me,
But you haven't got the nerve
To walk out and make me lonely
Which is all that I deserve
Sherlock looked at John, smirking.
"what?" John asked.
"You love me. Don't deny it Jawn, I already know."
John stared at him for a moment, then looked at his hands. "yeah." He said, blushing.
Sherlock looked at John for a second. "Well, I feel sentiment for you too, John."
John looked at Sherlock.
"say it."
"what?"
"say you love me."
"no."
"Yes."
"no."
"yes."
Sherlock sighed, "Jawn, I love you."
john grinned at him. "Good."
