DAY 20 CHALLENGE: Dancing

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED!

There were days, after cases, when John and Sherlock would dance.

Sherlock had taken dance lessons as a child. He knew how to dance, with almost every style of dance.

But he also possessed a certain lithesome grace that couldn't be learned. The way he moved- it was like a rainstorm, a hurricane. All power and purpose and a raw, primal beauty that only John and a few others got to see.

John couldn't dance unless it was with Sherlock. Without Sherlock, he wad the type of man who would relegate himself to the corner of a room in order to keep from dancing. It was just something he didn't do. But with Sherlock, he suddenly gained a purpose, much like he had when he had first met the man. Suddenly, he had a reason to wrap his arms and hands around his boyfriend's shoulder and arm. He could keep up, and even provide some grace to the dance himself.

Everyone who ever saw them dance said it was the sweetest thing they had ever seen, and they were never exaggerating.

The case had been particularly difficult.

Not because the criminal was hard to catch- but because someone had died, on his watch. A woman had been murdered, and another was being threatened. He had been placed in charge of the woman's safekeeping, but before he could catch the criminal he had caught her.

He had arrived to the room where she had been staying the next day to find her with her throat slashed open, blood splattered everywhere.

Sherlock didn't particularly care about the victims of crimes in general, but he knew her. She was a fairly intelligent woman whom the detective was fond of.

And then she was murdered.

Sherlock didn't need to say anything for John to know he was upset.

John knew at times like these, talking wouldn't help.

So he turned on the radio, took his love by the hand, buried his head into the taller man's shoulder, and began to dance.

The first number was slow, and Sherlock closed his eyes and let himself relax with the melody. He tightened his hands around John, and held him a little tighter. He swept with him around the room, feeling the soothing sounds issuing from the radio, as well as the soft warmth of his lover's body, provide him with a sense of comfort and security he hadn't felt in a long time.

They swept around, seeming to provide a warmth and light to the room not provided by the fireplace, which was burning. They created soft shadows as they stepped through the firelight, letting the orange glow wash over their bodies and giving them a softer edge.

At the end of the song, Sherlock sighed and placed his lips on top of John's head. "Thank you," he whispered, and it was sincere.

The next song was more upbeat, and John smiled at Sherlock, offering him his hand again. "Shall we?" he asked, raising an eyebrow teasingly at the detective.

Sherlock smiled a little sadly at John, still upset but knowing that John was trying to make it better.

"Of course."

Their dance was more lively, and involved more arm flinging and jumping than was strictly necessary, but it was what Sherlock needed. By the time he and John were done, they were covered in sweat and laughing softly, enjoying themselves.

Sherlock leaned down and placed a soft kiss on John's lips. "I love you, John," he said.

"I love you too, Sherlock," John whispered, before going back in for another kiss.

The firelight glowed softly on the two bodies as they held onto each other in 221B.

A/N: Andd, they're up! Thank you all so much for being so understanding and sweet. I felt a lot more confident today knowing there were people internationally rooting for me. I felt all warm and fuzzy when I saw your reviews. And I think I did well.

But more on that in a minute! Okay, for day 19, I really wanted to write Harry and I really wanted to write he ripping Mycroft a new one. Because Harry don't take no shit. Harry's a bamf. Or at least, that's how I see her.

And as for this one, well, I was tired, for one, and I was thinking that instead of writing a story about dancing, I could do a story that described dancing. I tried to make it a little lyrical drabble-like thing, and I'm not sure how well I succeeded. It was also h/c. Because I wanted a h/c.

I don't hate either one (for once!) but I'm not particularly fond of either. So I'm sorry if they suck.

Oh, and I rediscovered my love of the song "Consolation Prizes" by Phoenix earlier. It's amazing. :)

Okay, now for finals. I did well on my English, and I'm not sure about APUSH. Why? Well, they weren't kidding when they said it was the hardest test all year. I could answer most questions, but there were a few that were just... gah. Look, we may have talked about the Battle of Antetiem in class, but all that was mentioned was that dumbass McLellan was involved. You didn't even give us the name. I had to infer what it was based off the answers available for the question.

I'd post a rant that goes more in-depth, and I was just about to, when I realized that there could be APUSH students reading this currently, just waiting for a chance to see this and get hints about what is on the test. Which could technically be construed as cheating. And while I would absolutely love to rant about this, I don't want to help anyone cheat.

So, summary: Many questions. Much civil war. Very hard. Such APUSH. Wow. *insert doge meme here*

Oh, and I made sure to moonwalk out of the room for you, NZ Tigerlilly. :3

BUT I AM FREE. FREE. FREEEEE... No more school for three weeks. And almost no homework. I might have so much time on my hands I could actually update this on time. Or update my other stories. Or work on other prompts.

Oh, and the lovely Raine-Lily-Vandal called me Rainy in a review. I find I like this nickname. And I am happy I have a nickname. :D

I am going to see the new Hobbit movie tomorrow, and I am at my friend's house, and we saw both of the new Star Trek movies earlier. Fun.

I'd also like to give a shout-out to my friend (the girl I've known since Kindergarten) for being the only person I know that ships Johnlock and hasn't seen the show. Nee, you need to see the show. But I am proud of you.

I think that covers it all. Except my friend and I are now having a random dance party on the couch. Because random dance oarties. On couches. No further explanation is required.

Have you noticed I get weird when I'm tired?

Okay, new metaphor time... Reviews mean as much to me as clean floors do to Sally Donovan. Now please leave me a review to help me get rid of those unwelcome mental images. Please. I'm begging you. I also like crying tears of joy, which you guys do every time. Make me cry, please.

Oh, and I have a question! I'm honestly curious. When I described them dancing, what songs did you imagine them dancing to? I had a few in mind, but I wanted to let you guys decide. So I want to ask what you decided.

Thank you so much, you guys. I love you so much. You mean the world to me.

Goodnight, or good morning,

Love, RainyDays-and-DayDreams

P.S. CUPCAAKEESSSSS (I think I should go to bed.)