It had taken John all morning to convince Sarah to forgive him. He was lucky that she was so kind. John still wasn't in the mood to see Sherlock so he went to the local pub to get his lunch. He sat down and bought a sandwich. It wasn't long before Mike Stamford joined him.
"What are you doing here all alone?" asked Mike, "Was Sherlock giving you a headache again?"
"Kind of" John said slowly.
They spent most of the afternoon in the pub, watching a game of rugby on one of the big TVs. John didn't support either of the teams but he needed a break from the confusion.
John returned home about 7:00. He opened the door and walked into the flat. The blinds were drawn and candles were laid out on table.
"Sherlock?" John called softly. Sherlock entered with a big grin on his face, his violin in his hand.
"I tried cooking but I wasn't very good at it so I got us a takeaway"
"Why, what is this all for?" asked John.
"I wanted to say sorry for earlier," explained Sherlock.
"But you? Candles?"
"Well I got some help from Mrs Hudson, I told her I had a date" Sherlock smiled.
"That was so sweet of you Sherlock!"
"Shall we get started? I got us Chinese, I hope you like it."
John smiled and sat down opposite Sherlock.
"Your going to eat?"
"Of course" Sherlock said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Halfway through the meal Sherlock stood up and walked across the room.
"What are you doing"
Sherlock said nothing and leaned down to pick up his violin. Lifting it up to his shoulder and closing his eyes. He picked up the bow and laid it on the strings. Playing a soft tune, nothing that John recognised but it didn't matter, it was beautiful. After he had finished, he placed the violin and bow onto the coffee table.
"I never knew you could play that good" said John.
"You never asked"
John walked up to Sherlock and pulled him into another kiss.
"You forgive me then?"
"I was never really angry with you, I just had a lot on my mind" John answered, twisting one of Sherlock's shirt buttons.
"Good" Sherlock blew out the candle and leaned in to kiss John again.
They kissed passionately for only a few seconds before Sherlock got impatient and in one quick movement, pulled John's jumper and t-shirt over his head and started stroking his chest. John slowly started undoing the buttons on Sherlock's shirt, but again Sherlock became impatient and grabbed his own shirt and pulled hard before tossing it aside as quick as he could and pressed his chest to Johns. John gasped at the contact.
"Bedroom" John said, pointing towards the door.
"No" said Sherlock
"Now!"
"Fine" Sherlock said, hesitantly. John managed to steer them through the door and upstairs without breaking contact for a second. He pushed Sherlock into the pitch-black bedroom, against the wall and started tugging at his belt buckle.
"Ehem! Gentlemen?" John and Sherlock almost had heart attacks. The man leaned over and switched on the lamp.
"MYCROFT? What on earth?" Sherlock shouted, still him and John were half naked.
"I always thought that you were homosexual Sherlock"
"Why are you here and how did you get in?" Sherlock said, a bit calmer
"Don't be silly! I picked the lock and made my way upstairs while you were playing the violin in the sitting room. I wanted to see if you were gay or not"
"Can't we discuss this later?"
"Fine, I'll wait in the sitting room for you to finish"
"Bu-" John and Sherlock said, synchronised. But Mycroft had already left the room and was making his way downstairs.
"What was that all about?" asked John.
"Never mind, that is not important a the moment" Sherlock replied as he pushed John onto the bed.
Mycroft went to get himself a cup of tea from the kitchen. He picked up the teapot only to find intestines inside.
Typical of my brother!
He walked back into the sitting room. He heard loud moans from upstairs, groans, bangs, and his brother's name being shouted over and over again. Mycroft walked over to the bookcase where there was a radio. Turning it on to radio 3 and tried to put the volume up as loud as he could. Trying to drown out the disturbing sounds from above. He closed his eyes and tried to put his mind somewhere else.
I really want to leave right now… But I still have to tell Sherlock.
Finally he drifted off into thoughts about his new CCTV system.
