The Things I Do For You, Sherlock Holmes!

by SherlockedSherlockian

John is on holiday in Paris for almost two whole weeks. Sherlock is solving cases in London...alone. But of course, there's one of the world's best inventions at hand to save the day! Emails, of course! But leave your laptop logged into your email account, and a cheeky Scotland Yard inspector might just read them...fluff, fluff...and oh, did I mention? Fluff!

4. Chapter 4 - Partial to the tango?

The Things I Do For You, Sherlock Holmes!

Chapter Four – Partial to the tango?

"Wow…" John breathed, walking into the restaurant. The place was absolutely huge. At one end, couples were dancing to the slow music a small band was playing, and at the other were many tables and primly dressed waiters serving food. He bit his lip, taking Sherlock's arm gently in his own, "This place is amazing, Sherlock. I had no idea this even existed so close to home." Sherlock's lips quirked upward slightly when John referred to Baker Street as 'home'. It made him realise just how happy and comfortable the doctor was where they lived.

The detective led his blogger to a table, and when they sat down Sherlock pushed over a menu. "Don't tell me," John smirked, "you've done a favour for the owner of this place too?"
Looking a little distracted, Sherlock shook his head, "…Not exactly."
John studied him for a moment, trying to work out what he was holding back. "Come on, you can tell me…Sherlock?"

Looking into sapphire blue eyes, loyal and trustworthy, Sherlock found himself melting. Nervously, he cleared his throat, "This place…is mine," he said softly. "One of my London properties."
John's jaw dropped to the floor. For several seconds, he just sat there, in awe. "This place…" he said breathlessly after a moment, "…it's yours?!"
"That's what I said, John."
"Oh, Sherlock," John grinned, "you certainly never fail to surprise."

A waiter came and took their orders, and soon they were left alone again. John's gaze drifted out towards the dance floor where a few couples were wrapped up in each other's arms, moving gently to the music. A small smile graced his lips as he let his mind wander off dreamily. "Spotted a girl you fancy, John?" John's eyes snapped back into focus as he turned to face Sherlock again, quickly shaking his head, "No…no, nothing of the kind. Just…thinking."
"I see."
"Would you like to dance?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Nothing. Just…don't worry." Talk about common sense, John, the doctor reprimanded himself. As if Sherlock would want to dance in the first place, let alone with /you/!

There was a moment of silence, before Sherlock said, "Are you partial to the tango, or do you prefer the Cha-Cha? It's one of the two that'll be coming up soon."
John looked at Sherlock in disbelief. What? Was he serious? As he stared at him, a slight grin appeared on the ex-soldier's features. "I think the Cha-Cha is more our style, don't you?" He made sure Sherlock heard the emphasis on 'our', wondering what his reaction would be.

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