There you go!
"Dessert Miss Eventide?"
"Oh yes please." I giggle, tipsy but not intoxicated from my two glasses of white wine.
"Get two and half them?" John smiles at me across the table, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Brilliant."
"You say that a lot."
"What?" I chuckle as I scan the dessert menu and listen to John's movements.
"Brilliant, you use it a lot."
"It's a good word."
"Fudge cake looks good."
"As long as it's with ice cream."
"Okay, what's your choice?"
"Lemon cheesecake, light and fluffy after a big stodgy man-cake."
"Man-cake?"
"Yes. Man-cake." I try to looks dignified but fail when I see John's face.
The waitress approaches us warily, not wanting to interrupt our strange conversation but I can see her superior encouraging her to hurry us on.
"Why don't we get them to take-away?" John looks at me suggestively and I nod eagerly, taking another sip of my wine.
"Yes. A lemon cheesecake and a chocolate fudge-cake to go please." I smile at her and she looks at me jealously, glancing at John as she writes down our order.
"Okay, they won't be long." She walks away, her hips swaying and looks over her shoulder at John, batting her eyelashes.
"She fancied you." I tell John in a stage-whisper.
"Noooo." He widens his eyes and laughs, leaning forwards and resting his chin on his hands. His faces suddenly looks solemn again and I dread his next words. "You do look really beautiful tonight."
I can feel the blush rising up my cheeks and looks at my hands.
"Thank you, you look really good too John."
"Here, and your bill." The waitress is back and she sounds like she's sulking, maybe she's seen the way John has been looking at me all night. Or the way I've been looking back at him.
John pulls out his wallet and puts the money on the tray.
"Let me get some of that."
"No." He shakes his head and when I get my purse out anyway he takes both of my hands. "No." His voice is sterner this time and I find myself thinking he sounds… sexy.
"Okay." He stands, taking the two boxes and holds out his hand for me. "Thank you." I take it and stand, liking the way he holds my hand, strong with the rough skin of a soldier. The warmth of it seeps into mine and I don't let go, even when I'm fully standing. He smiles down at me and tightens his grip on my hand.
We walk out of the restaurant and flag down a cab. We climb in without a word and without releasing each other's hands. Sitting in the back of the cab, John gives the driver his address and I risk a peek in my purse to see what 'supplies' Sherlock has given me.
Oh god. He's given me condoms. I have a purse which contains one lipstick and lots of condoms. I look through the purse with one hand, trying to keep it out of John's sight. There is nothing but lipstick and condoms, what the fuck goes through his mind?
We reach Baker Street and quickly make our way upstairs to eat our desserts and John finds ice cream in the freezer. We dig into our food in silence, each of us starting with what the other ordered.
"Try some of this." John leans across the table, a spoonful of cheesecake in his hand. I meet him in the middle of the table and he feeds me the mixture.
"It's good."
We swap plates and finish eating, still mutely watching each other. I stand to leave and John follows me to the door.
"Tonight was fun." I step towards him and give him a hug, breathing in his warm scent again.
"Yeah." I pull away and he laughs softly at me. "You've got cheesecake on your face." He reaches towards me and runs his thumb across the corner of my mouth. He pauses and then lets his thumb continue across my bottom lip. I take another step forwards and deliberately put my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His eyes light up and he breaches the gap between us, kissing me gently before pulling me further back into the apartment. I push against him and we walk backwards towards the bedroom door.
"Hang on." John's breath is heavy and hot against my cheek and I start kissing his neck instead. "Protection." I put my lips back on his and fumble in my bag, pushing a condom into his hand.
Sherlock's good for something then.
I hear the door swing open behind us and we collapse onto the bed still tangled together.
I know some of you will have wanted smut but I am uncomfortable writing it so, sorry!