Author's Note: Just to avoid confusion, these drabbles aren't in any way chronological, I write them as they come to me in random order :) Btw, I'm sorry for anyone who is still waiting for Chapter 2 of "A New Kind Of Sleeping Pill"! I know what I want to happen, but I've been lacking inspiration to write it. I also want to finish up a Doctor Who oneshot I've been chipping away at and school has been hectic lately, yada yada. Alright, I'll shut up now :P Enjoy!
Tonight was the night. He and Sherlock were going to a fancy party at the Holmes manor. It had taken a lot of convincing, but eventually Sherlock had reluctantly agreed.
The doctor examined himself in the mirror. He had on a charcoal grey suit and matched it with a dark blue dress shirt- something that he thought went well with the colour of his eyes and hair.
Not too shabby, Watson. John thought to himself with a little smirk.
Leaving the mirror, he headed to the living room where his boyfriend was waiting. Upon seeing him, John's breath caught.
Sherlock looked impeccable. He wore his black suit and deep purple shirt, looking extremely put together, as always. His hair fell perfectly against his face, the dark chocolate curls in sharp contrast to the milky white skin. John noticed Sherlock's eyes examining him appreciatively, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Very handsome, Dr. Watson." Sherlock said. John blushed.
"Not as good as you though." He replied. Sherlock tilted his head to the side.
"Hmm…No." Sherlock said. However, just as John was about to call him a git, Sherlock strode over and stole the words right out of John's mouth with a kiss. When they broke apart, Sherlock's lips whispered in his ear.
"You, my dearest John, look much better."
Author's Note: Sorry if it was a bit mediocre, I had to reword large chunks because my original word count was around 268. Oh and this could possibly be continued in the next drabble. Let me know if you want to see what happens next :) Suggestions and reviews are appreciated!