It was only two weeks till John's wedding and John and Sherlock were having a normal day at 221b Baker's Street. They had wrapped up a case late the night before, so John had stayed over.
John was currently making them tea in the kitchen when Sherlock sighed and put down his paper,
"Okay, you're upset. Why?" he asked
"Huh, what?" John asked and looked over with his brow furrowed.
"You keep zoning over, shifting your feet, and touching your nose. All tale-tale signs that something is bothering you, so what's wrong?" Sherlock asked
John was taken aback that Sherlock had actually bothered to ask, usually Sherlock was in his own world and it was John that was trying to pull him back to reality.
"Nothing, I'm fine mate." John replied with a small smile
Sherlock simply raised his eyebrows and continued to stare at him.
John sighed in defeat and relented, "It's just that, the wedding is only two weeks away and well, I can't… I can't dance. Happy?"
Sherlock leaned forward and splayed his fingers, he seemed to observe John for a moment before responding, "I can teach you."
"You can teach me? Since when do you dance?" John asked doubtfully.
"I am a brilliant dancer, I love it. And why are you not accepting my help when you were complaining just two minutes and fifth teen seconds ago?" Sherlock asked
"Show off." John muttered as he went over to place the tea cups on the side table. "Well, yeah fine. I guess you can teach me."
Sherlock stood up and smiled, "Brilliant." He went over to his desk and turned on his mp3 player to what sounded like a classical violin. He then turned back to John and asked, "Ready?"
"What song is this?" John asked, the song was truly beautiful and perfect for dancing.
"It's your first dance, the one you and Mary asked me to compose." Sherlock replied
"It's perfect. Thanks, Sherlock." John said
"Grand, can we dance now?" Sherlock asked, apparently becoming impatient.
John nodded his head and watched in fascination as his usually stoic friend moved gracefully around the living room with an invisible partner.
When Sherlock was done demonstrating some moves, he grabbed John's hands and showed the red-faced doctor where to place them.
"Um, Sherlock, I think watching you is plenty." John said as Sherlock swung him around the flat.
"Nonsense, you'll be stiff as a board if the first person you practice with is Mary in front of fifty people." Sherlock replied as he spun John in a wide, elegant circle.
This lesson continued for over two hours and John slowly found himself relaxing and, though he'd never admit it, starting to have a bit of fun.
Eventually, Sherlock had John dance around by himself while Sherlock critiqued him.
When John was finished he turned expectantly to look at the detective and he could have sworn he saw a small smile on Sherlock's face.
"So, how'd I do?" John asked nervously
"Like you had a wonderful teacher." Sherlock replied then leaned back and picked back up his paper, dismissing the conversation entirely.
John smiled and looked at his friend and thought again about how Sherlock really did care, in his own odd way.
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