Johnny B. Goode - Chuck Berry

Sherlock didn't want to dance. Not in front of people. Not on his wedding day. Not to some sappy, romantic song about love.
Never.
However, his fiancée had other ideas.

When Molly came home one Tuesday night - she was in a frantic rush.
She had decided, while she was working today, to stick the radio on in search of tunes for the wedding dance. Sherlock didn't want to have one. That's why she insisted.
She had been avidly weighing the heart of an obese diabetes sufferer when the tune played on the radio.
She almost dropped the heart onto the morgue floor.
It was Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Molly had a thing for 50's and 60's rock and roll and she wondered how on earth she had forgotten this song.

Johnny B. Goode by Chuck Berry.

She quickly scribbled down the name of song on her arm and then spent the rest of the tune jiving with the man's heart.
After it was over, she finished up with the autopsy and rushed home - as quickly as possible.

Coming into the flat she saw Sherlock sitting at his microscope - oblivious to the fact she'd come home at all. So she took her chance and used the speakers to blare out the tune that he just needed to hear.

The brilliant guitar solo started and Sherlock looked up to see who had turned It on.

Molly.

"Hello. How was your day at work? I like this song."
Her face lit up.

"Can you jive?" Molly asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet with trepidation.

"Yes." Sherlock answered, looking into his microscope. "Do you want me to teach you?"

She ran over, prising him away from the lens and leading him into the middle of the room.
She did want to learn.

"Okay. It's quite fast-paced, you'll have to try and keep up with me, but like I've said before - and I know your good at it - follow my lead. You have to bounce and hop quite a bit - no smooth movements, like the waltz I taught you."

Then they were off, Sherlock was spinning and twirling Molly in various directions - into his body, out from his body, around on her own - his feet were constantly moving, Molly tried to mimic his moves and eventually got the hang of it.

They were jiving all over the flat and when the song ended, they collapsed on the sofa, out of breath, and Molly laughed;

"So, sherlock, what about that on the playlist?"

"I suppose...it wasn't too bad." He hesitated.

"Stop being so negative. You enjoyed it. And I'm putting it on there anyways. What about if that was our 'bride and groom' dance?"

Sherlock didn't answer.

"You can teach me properly and we can show off and brag about our jiving skills to all of our friends. How'd you like that?"

Sherlock smiled. Molly Hooper knew him so well.