Hahaha…so I wasn't the only one to picture Sherlock in John Travolta's white suit. I and you it seems would love to see him dressed like that.

Chapter 12

The venue Greg had booked for the evening was holding a 1970's themed dinner and disco. They had a circular table close to the dance floor and stage and they enjoyed a meal of traditional 70's inspired dishes which included prawn cocktail, chicken in a basket, Black Forest gateau and Vienetta ice cream. Each dish had most of them laughing and exclaiming, remembering dinner parties their parents had thrown when they were children.

Molly noticed that Sherlock didn't eat much but she wasn't too worried. She was used to him picking around meals at times. Normally it was when he was in a case but they had all indulged that weekend so it wasn't surprising.

As the empty dessert plates were taken away and another round of drinks was bought at the bar the lights dimmed and all eyes turned to the stage to see the light entertainment.

Molly clapped and cheered with everyone else when a larger than life drag queen appeared on stage dressed in an elaborately over the top Cher costume, with bold, heavy make-up and bright, sparkling costume and jewellery.

She launched into her patter welcoming all the guests, giving a shout out to each of the various parties there that night including Greg. Their table all cheered and clapped and whooped as a spotlight briefly landed on Greg who had been sat on a more ornate chair in keeping with him being the guest of honour.

Molly noticed as they all looked at Greg that Sherlock wasn't joining in. He seemed in a world of his own.

'Hey, are you OK?' Molly whispered as the attention moved on to another table where a fiftieth birthday was being celebrated.

Sherlock's eyes focused on hers and, as ever, her stomach flipped at finding herself caught in his gaze.

'Hmm, yes, just bored. I've suffered enough of this frivolity; I'm ready to get back to work. John can find me something when we get back tomorrow. My mind feels as though there are a thousand ants crawling through it. Don't worry, I'll pop out for a cigarette in a bit...or maybe I could distract myself with you?' He smiled and leant forward to kiss her.

Molly closed her eyes and gave into the kiss feeling his hands sliding slowly up her bare thighs until his fingers slid under the hem of her dress. She heard him hum in delight before he pulled away from her leaving her out of breath and wanting more.

He sat back in his chair and looked thoughtful once more as he sipped in his post-dinner drink.

Molly turned back to the stage to hear the diva cracking lewd jokes and then going on to talk about inviting one special guest up onto the stage to 'sample her delights.'

'So, who's it going to be boys and girls. I think tonight I need to find myself a strong, handsome man to tickle my fancy.' She laughed as she strode back and forth on the stage in eye wateringly high stilettos. 'Well, I don't know about you but as I took a look around earlier there was one person who stood out from the crowd. One person who particularly took my fancy.' She stopped and winked, batting an enormous, false eyelash.

'We've had many a person dressing up as this famous dancer but tonight's has really given me a fever,' she wafted her hand in front of her face, fanning herself, 'and I don't know how I'm going to keep Stayin' Alive?'

Molly suddenly had a dread feeling in the pit of her stomach and she obviously wasn't the only one as she heard John let out a low 'fucking hell...please, no' just as a spotlight turned to land on Sherlock.

'So, let's welcome on stage our very own sexy as fuck, John Travolta...isn't he just to die for ladies and gentlemen. Come here and let me roam my hands across that body.'

Sherlock blinked and frowned as he realised the focus of attention seemed to have landed on him. 'What?'

Greg gave him a push. 'They want you on stage.'

'Hey freak, this is going to be hilarious, smile for the camera.' Laughed Sally as she started recording the events on her phone.

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood before making his way up to the steps and onto the stage.

Molly was the first to admit that in his pure white suit and black shirt unbuttoned to the low cut waist coat, he was sinfully handsome. He really did stand out head and shoulders above the rest of the clientele. There was just something so confident and entitled in the way he carried himself and it helped that the suit was obviously expensive and fitted; not compared to the normal attire of the rest of the room which was made up from charity shop purchases and old finds made at the back of wardrobes.

He made his way over to the compare and sat on the bar stool, in the centre of the stage, as instructed; unbuttoning his jacket as he did, one foot up on the low rung.

'My, my boys and girls, now I see him up close and soon to be oh so personal I am even more impressed with my choice. This man is dressed to impress. Tell me, do you do John Travolta impressions for a living or is it a side-line gig?'

Sherlock frowned as the mike was thrust towards him, 'I would have thought it painfully obvious that I DON'T do that for a living. What on earth would make you think that?'

The diva smiled, her bright pink lipstick stretching across her face as she circled him, letting her matching false nails trail over his chest and back. 'Well, this is not a cheap suit, surely you don't wear it to your day job?'

'No, my tailor sent it over for this event.'

She raised an eyebrow and made a money gesture above his head which had everyone laughing and Sherlock looking up to see what he was missing.

'Well, my compliments to your tailor on his exquisite taste. He obviously appreciates your body as much as the rest of us do...so, my mysterious man, what do you do for a living?'

Sherlock obviously didn't want to draw too much attention to himself because he just answered. 'I'm a scientist, a chemist.'

'Ooh I love a scientist; you can be my Sheldon Cooper any day of the week, or night, preferably night.'

'Who?'

She carried on regardless. 'So my gorgeous little scientist what's your name?'

'William, William Scott.'

'Well Willy, you are very welcome here,' and with that she sat herself on his knee and wrapped her free arm around him neck ignoring his look of disinterest.

'So Willy, put us all out of our misery. Are you attached?'

'Well, I'm currently attached to you at the moment because you seem to have sat yourself on my knee.'

'Ooh a funny one.' She leant in close with Sherlock leaning back away from her. 'Are you single, engaged, married?'

'I...I have a partner.'

Molly knew she was blushing in the darkness but it gave her such a thrill to hear him acknowledge their relationship on stage.

'And is that partner male or female because you my hot and sexy friend would be a boon to either sex.'

'She's female.'

The diva stood up with a mock sad look on her face and her hand on her brow. 'Oh the heart break. So very Hetero. Is there no chance for the boys in the room?'

Sherlock looked a little bemused as he answered. 'Sex and sexuality have never really been a deciding factor in the past. I'm drawn by attraction and interest, gender is superfluous. But I am very much taken now.'

'Well, I can't argue with faithfulness. If only there were more of it in the world. But before I let your fine specimen of manhood go I think the very least we deserve is a dance from you.'

She swirled one hand into the air and the Bee Gees singing 'Stayin' Alive started to play. Sherlock immediately stood looking confused and on the defensive.

Molly just heard a 'shit, shit, shit,' from John and then he was making his way to the stage.

As he climbed onto the stage the music quieted a little as the Cher lookalike brought her mike back up to her lips. 'Oh, and who do we have here? Johnny Rotten?'

John indicated to Sherlock. 'I'm his partner.'

Mary groaned as the others on the table let out loud guffaws of laughter. The diva looked shocked. 'Well, I have to say you're not at all what I expected. I'm hardly one to judge but you don't look like you have a feminine bone in your body.'

John must have finally realised the implications of what he'd just said because he blushed bright red before bringing his hands up and shaking his head. He had to clear his throat before he could speak. 'No...no, I meant his business partner not his boyfriend. I just came on stage to show Sher...William the dance. I don't think he knows it.'

At that the diva turned back to Sherlock, she walked over and put her arm around his waist as she let her fingers, still holding the mike, walk up his chest. 'Is that true my gorgeous Willy? Is it possible you've dressed in this outfit and yet you don't know the famous dance?'

Sherlock frowned and Molly cringed knowing they were at risk of him launching into some monologue about what was and wasn't important knowledge wise.

It seemed Sherlock had had enough though. 'This is ridiculous. You have John now, you don't need me.' And with that he stepped off the stage as if he were stepping onto a stair rather than dropping five feet. He landed lightly and buttoned up his jacket as he walked away leaving both John and the drag queen open mouthed on the stage.

He slid back into his seat next to Molly and sighed. 'Well that was tedious, though for a moment there I thought there was going to be some reference to Moriarty when they used his ring tone.'

Molly moved over onto his lap and wrapped her hands around his neck. 'Nope, it's all just part of the character your tailor picked. She is right though, you do look positively edible in that suit. I'm not surprised she picked you out.'

Sherlock didn't bother responding he just pulled her closer and kissed her. It soon became obvious to Molly that he wasn't shy about public displays of affection. The kiss was deep and passionate and Molly felt herself drowning in her desire for him. His tongue was in her mouth and his hands were toying at the edge of her dress.

Vaguely she could hear the crown roaring with laughter at whatever John was being made to do on stage but she couldn't bring herself to stop what she and Sherlock were doing. She moved her hand to the side of his neck and she could feel the heat of his skin and the steady, if not elevated, beat of his pulse. He was truly here with her, warm and real, and she could feel her own arousal and need for him increasing with every touch of his hand and movement of his mouth.

Finally he broke the kiss and moved his mouth along her jaw and to her neck. She could feel his teeth scraping against her skin and the light-headed pain of him sucking on the skin, marking her as his own.

The music changed and as Molly opened her eyes she realised that the entertainment had ended and the dancing was starting. The lights were dimmer and people were standing and moving around. She heard a tut from Sally as she added. 'Get a room freak we don't all want to see it.'

That had Molly blushing and realising how public they were. She pushed on his shoulders until he stopped, looking at her quizzically. 'What?'

'It's too much Sherlock, we're being too public.'

'No, we're not. I've seen far worse in far more public places.'

'Maybe but I'm not like that, you know me.'

He huffed. 'In that case I need a drink.' He glanced at her empty wine glass. 'As do you, I'll be back in a few minutes.'

He stood and buttoned his jacket over the rather obvious bulge in his white trousers which had Molly blushing once more as well as smiling proudly.

So we're down to one final chapter which will be posted on Sunday. Thank you all for sharing the fun with me. I've been loving it!