Author's Notes: I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own the song, but I do own the situation the guys are currently in. It was going to be a one-shot, but I wanted to have something up for Christmas, so I opted to post what I had. It's good as it is, but I will add to it soon. This is my first attempt at a Sherlock fic, so I hope it passes inspection. Many thanks to Keara, my all-time favorite writer and best friend, for her help in making this better than it would have been without her help. Many more thanks for her suggesting to use the song "Chemistry" by Velvet as the song John and Sherlock Dance to. Happy New Years to all of my past, present and future readers! Reviews are wanted and welcome.
Fancy That
A Sherlock Fic
By Tenshi-Chan
The music was somewhat lively ... which was a surprise to John. He had expected maybe a small orchestra to be playing some classical music by the great composers. Instead, pop music from England and other countries filled the impressively decorated dance hall. If he hadn't been so self-conscious, he might have decided to mingle rather than stand off to the side of the dance floor. That, and the fact that Sherlock seemed to be holding onto his leash for dear life.
Speaking of which, John glanced over at his flatmate. To the casual on-looker, Sherlock probably looked very bored. John knew Sherlock a little better, and he could see the slight tensing of his jaw. As if aware of John's scrutiny, Sherlock looked over.
John swallowed, and nearly cursed when he said the first thing he could think of. "You know, you really do look quite attractive in that outfit."
Sherlock blinked at him before turning to face the main room. "You'll forgive me for not being flattered. It's completely demeaning and these shoes are quite uncomfortable as well as impractical. Why do women wear them?"
John glanced down and shrugged. "Maybe they think the shoes make their legs look longer." He smiled as Sherlock's mother approached. He hadn't had a chance to meet the woman, yet. She had been greeting other guests when they had entered. Sherlock had assured him that she'd be around to speak to them soon enough.
The tall and slender woman had dark, slightly curly hair that danced about her shoulderblades. It was obvious where Sherlock got his coloring and build. She smiled at them and embraced Sherlock warmly, though he had to bend a little in order to return the embrace. "Oh, my dear. I'm so glad you came."
Sherlock seemed to relax slightly. "I would never refuse you anything, Mummy." He smiled as she kissed his cheek. "This is my friend, John Watson."
Unlike the time he'd been introduced as a friend to Sherlock's old classmate, John smiled and held out his hand. "Delightful to meet you, Mrs. Holmes."
The embrace he received was highly unexpected. "Please ... call me Emily. Anyone who can see Sherlock for who he truly is deserves no less." Her eyes were moist as she smiled. "Mycroft directed me to your blog, and I make sure to keep up with it." She chuckled. "I've been trying to teach him about the solar system since he was five."
Sherlock sighed. "Mummy." If it had been anyone else, John would have sworn the word came out like a whine.
Emily waved a hand at Sherlock. "I'm only teasing you. It's nice that you've finally made a friend. Too many people take you at face value. Now ... let me look at you." She pursed her lips as she looked her youngest from head to toe and back. "I really need to have a word with Mycroft. Blue would have been much better than red. It would have brought out your eyes"
John blinked when Sherlock spluttered.
Emily shook her head. "Don't fuss. You know I hold this event every year, and every year you put off getting a costume until the very last second and then you just stop somewhere and pay someone for whatever uniform they're wearing." She sniffed and turned to John. "Last year, he paid one of the staff. I think he served three trays of drinks before the guests realized who he was. I had to promise everyone I knew that he wouldn't do that this year before they would agree to attend." She turned her attention back to Sherlock. "I really should go speak with my other guests. Sherlock, why not have a dance with John? If you let him lead, no one will be the wiser."
Mycroft made an appearance. "If he doesn't dance with John, perhaps I shall." He smiled briefly and kissed his mother on the cheek. "I hadn't thought of blue ... perhaps next year." With that, he reached a hand out for John.
Sherlock's response was to tug John's leash a little as he headed for the dance floor. "John, we're dancing. I'm leading."
John resisted the tug and glared at Sherlock. "You know ... it would be nice if you actually asked."
Sherlock turned to look at him. Again, John could see what many people would miss ... the touch of hurt in his eyes. "Do you ... want ... to dance with Mycroft?"
John rolled his eyes. "No, but you shouldn't assume that I want to dance at all."
His tall friend seemed to think a moment before tilting his head. "Do you want to dance?"
John looked over to see that Mycroft and Emily Holmes had walked away to speak about something, then turned back to Sherlock. Damn if he didn't look good dressed up like that. "Actually ... yes."
Sherlock nodded and walked out with John not too far behind ... mostly because of the blasted leash.
When the song started playing, John swore under his breath. "Perhaps we should wait for the next song?"
Sherlock tilted his head. "Why should we? One song is as good as the next."
John shrugged. The music was a bit more fast paced than he was used to, and he still wasn't sure about Sherlock leading. "I didn't know you could dance."
Sherlock spun him on the dance floor with an expertise that the professionals would envy. "There's much you don't know about me."
John, for all his inexperience, found himself enjoying dancing with his normally serious and, as far as other people were concerned, unemotional flatmate. They got caught up in the music and the movement and John's world became a blur of twists and spins. Before he realised it, John was nearly hovering horizontally over the floor, only Sherlock's arms holding him up. The bastard had dipped him. As he gazed up at Sherlock, their eyes locked and the last chorus filtered through the fog that had settled over John's brain.
I feel the chemistry
Between you and me
There's electricity
When you're touching me
I feel the chemistry,
Pulled by your gravity
I want you touching me
I feel you touching me ...
When Sherlock straightened them, John swallowed and cleared his throat. "You ... ah ... have good balance to be able to do that in those heels."
Sherlock seemed to be considering John a moment before speaking himself, his low voice almost husky with some un-named emotion. "It's your lead."
John had only ever dated girls in his lifetime, but a sudden urge overcame him. Before he was aware of his actions, he had grabbed his own leash and used it to tug Sherlock close. He acted quickly to keep himself from thinking twice, and he reached up to pull Sherlock into a deep kiss.
To be continued...