Sherlock had remained silent during the rest of dinner - even if his observing was unnerving for John. By the time they had gotten to the cinema, Sherlock was bored. He sat on one side of John with Sarah on the other.
"This movie is so predictable and cliché." Sherlock let out a loud sigh. John rolled his eyes then silently shushed him, hoping Sarah hadn't heard.
She twined her fingers with John's and nuzzled closer. He glanced down at her for a brief moment, a smile forming on his face, then returned his attention back to the movie, where Sherlock was now standing in his way.
"Are you you trying to avoid me?" he asked.
'No' he mouthed as he tried to see passed Sherlock. John thought if Sarah were paying attention to him, he would have looked like an idiot trying to see passed something that wasn't there.
"Then why are you doing this?"
'Later.'
Sherlock crossed his arms and scoffed. "Later, later. It's always later." he grumbled before he sat by John's side again, then gestured to the woman on the screen, "She dies in the end, by the way."
John turned his head to Sherlock, an amused smile on his face.
'Bastard'
After Sherlock's wonderful spoiler ending, John had taken Sarah back to Baker Street for coffee. What he didn't expect is that Sarah would actually make a move on him.
"Is she serious?" Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Then again, I should have seen this coming."
To him, there were signs leading up to this throughout the night. It may have been their first date, but she was already intimate.
John smiled and waved his hand, urging Sherlock to leave as he was kissing Sarah. He proceeded run his hand through her hair, then down to the small of her back.
"Oh," Sherlock smiled before leaning close to John's ear, "John, you're a clever one, think about it. Isn't this all moving a tad too fast? Despite only meeting her today, she just broke up with her boyfriend a few days ago, so she is on the rebound."
Reluctantly, John pulled away with a sad smile. There was a part of him that wanted to continue, but he couldn't because he knew Sherlock was right. Sarah stared at John in a small amount of confusion.
"Sorry," John mumbled, "You're brilliant, but aren't we going a bit fast?"
Sarah took John's hand in her own and squeezed gently with a small smile. "Suppose your right."
"Disappointment." Sherlock smirked, "She has been deprived."
"If you want, I can pay for a taxi to take you home." He offered. Sarah let go of his hand and stood from the seat, pulling her jacket on.
"Probably for the best." She replied.
John stood, following her down the stairs to the curb, where he proceeded to hail a cab. For a brief moment she stood at the open door.
"You're a good man, John." She smiled as she wrapped her arms around him. "I'll admit, it's quite refreshing."
He tightened his arms around her, "I hope to see you again soon."
After placing a quick kiss onto his cheek, she got into the car, "I look forward to it."
When the car pulled away he watched it until it rounded the corner before going back inside.