Sherlock had surprised John the other day by saying he had wanted to go out. "John, do we have plans for Saturday evening?" Sherlock had asked, trying to make his voice as casual as possible.
John had looked up slightly confused. "Uh, no. Not that I know of at least. Why?"
"Because," Sherlock said. "I thought that it might be...enjoyable if we were to go out on Saturday."
John had to hold himself back to stop from bursting out into laughter. "Are you serious, Sherlock? You're telling me that you actually want to go out?"
Sherlock looked slightly offended but bemused. "Yes, I do, John. If you would rather we just stay home-"
"No! We can go out!" John cut him off before he finished his thought.
Sherlock smiled in spite of himself. "All right then. Saturday evening it is."
(Saturday)
Saturday had finally come, and John was grateful that it did. Between his wanting to know and Sherlock not telling him, waiting for Saturday to arrive had almost been unbearable. Since Sherlock wasn't about to let John in on the secret, John wasn't sure as to what he was expected to wear.
"Sherlock!" John knocked at his closed door. When Sherlock finally opened the door, John was close to kicking it open. "What exactly am I supposed to wear on this date of yours, hmm?"
Sherlock looked as if he was talking to a child. "Well..." his voice trailed off as he looked at John.
"Sherlock," John's voice held a hint of warning.
Sherlock chuckled. "Fine, fine. You should be fine in what you usually wear. " Sherlock looked down at John's current attire. "Maybe not a sweater so...bright."
(later)
John sat in the living room, waiting on Sherlock as usual. "Sherlock? Are you going to be ready any time soon?" John sighed and mumbled under his breath, "I swear you take your time just to irritate me."
"Even if I do take my time to irritate you, John," Sherlock stood in the doorway with a smirk on his face. "You enjoy waiting on me." He walked over and kissed him. "Besides, there isn't a rush. Where do you think we're going?"
"I haven't the slightest idea, Sherlock. Where are we going?" John questioned as he grabbed Sherlock's hand.
"Nowhere," Sherlock said with glee hinting in his voice. John wore a look of confusion. "Just come into the kitchen, John." Sherlock pulled John along behind him. The kitchen table had a candle lit in the center and plates in front of two chairs.
"Sherlock, I can't believe you," John said with a smile on his face.
"Is something wrong?" Sherlock looked slightly worried at John's reaction.
"No!" John said hurriedly. "It's...perfect." Sherlock smiled at John's choice of words and the two proceeded to have a particularly enjoyable dinner date.