Author's Note:
You get to see Sherlock teach John to dance this chapter. Super cute, in my opinion. Thank you to all the lovely people reviewing!
"Of course you did." John followed after him with a soft smile. "Papa is a genius, Amy," he whispered against her head. "And maybe you will be as him." He let one hand fall for a moment to gently squeeze Sherlock's ass. A proud smirk spread across his lips. "I am excited to see it. All your experiments and such."
"I can teach her to deduce when she gets older. It really isn't that hard." Sherlock returned to the smirk. "Careful there my dear doctor, I might have to retaliate." He followed his fiancé down the stairs and out into the cool England night air. "It's this way, just a few blocks down." He took the lead now, navigating the sidewalks with ease.
"We are sleeping in the same bed tonight," John stated as he pulled Amy tighter against him. He followed Sherlock the best his could, wishing the taller man didn't have such long legs. "Think any of your experiments went bad because we got ourselves kidnapped?" He stopped for a moment as Amy squirmed a bit, but quickly started walking when she had resituated herself.
Sherlock smirked even though John couldn't see it. He stopped in front of a building that looked freshly renovated. He took out a set of keys and unlocked the front door. He held the door open for his fiance and the followed the other man inside. "This is the area for clients to come in." They were in a foyer with a large semi circle desk for a receptionist in the center. There were some doors to what were probably offices and an elevator behind the reception area.
Clients? John raised a brow at his fiancé and smirked. "You are running the business out of here now?" He took a deep breath and glanced at Amy. Now he wasn't sure he liked this new store. No more people in the flat with odd cases. It wouldn't feel the same. "Look, Amy, it's Papa's new warehouse." He placed a soft kiss on her head and smiled warmly at Sherlock. "D'you like it?"
Sherlock shrugged. "Better than having strangers coming in and out of the flat, with little Sandi there." He pointed to the corner office furthest from the front door and nearest the elevator. "My office is over there. You can have one too...if you want..." He walked over to the elevator. "Nothing on the second floor yet. But the third floor, that will be my sanctuary." He hit the button and the doors slid open.
John smiled. His own office. "Of course I want my own office. We do this together. I have got the job at the surgery with Molly but I am helping you." He stepped slowly into the elevator and raised a brow mischievously. "We should shag in here sometime. Imagine how nice that will be." He looked down at Amy as she let out a small noise. "What?" He smiled at her and gently poked her stomach.
Sherlock smirked as he stepped into the elevator. "Before, after, or during hours?" The smirk got bigger. To gain access to the third floor, a key was needed. He put the key in the slot, turned it, and then hit the button. The doors slid open to reveal a large room. It was filled with papers, crates, boxes, and lab equipment strewn at random. There was a large three panel fridge and a giant white ice box next to it. "I recommend not opening anything...unless you want to expose little Sandi to the smell of rotting things at an early age." This was a place he could think. Get away and do experiments. To most people it probably looked like a chaotic mess but it was a place of perfection for the consulting detective.
"I would think after hours but knowing your penchant for being daring..." John stepped out of the elevator and glanced at Amy. "Are you sure it is safe for her to be up here?" He turned his gaze to Sherlock and took a hesitant step forward. It looked like their flat before he cleaned it. Unmanageable but prefect for Sherlock's mind. "It's very you."
Sherlock smirked and stepped out of the elevator after John. He glanced around and shrugged. "Should be. As long as she doesn't start chewing or drinking anything. We don't have to linger...just wanted to show it off a bit..." He gave a slight nod. "Yeah, I can think clearer in here." He moved back to the elevator. "What do you think of as Mrs. Hudson as a receptionist...though who will watch little Sandi while we work? Lestrade and Mycroft can't keep doing it...maybe my Mum...or your sister?" He glanced down to his fiance with questioning, raised eyebrows.
Harry. She was sober, from the sound of it, and she should be part of Amy's life. "We could... have Harry do it, I guess." He looked down at his daughter and smiled weakly. "I don't see why not. Aunt Harry would love to spoil you,." He bent his neck and pressed his mouth against Amy's stomach and blew. A shocked expression came over her face. John followed Sherlock obediently and glanced at him. "Obviously your Mum could help, though. She will just get spoiled from everybody." He dropped his hand again, squeezing Sherlock's ass with a grin.
Sherlock watched John curiously as he blew on little Sandi's stomach. Must be one of things most people did that he didn't know about or understand. He pressed the button with a smirk. "If you didn't have our daughter in your hands, I would shag you right now in this elevator." He got in once the doors opened and returned it to the first floor. He removed the key next to third floor, after turning it to the off position.
"I can't help it that you have a nice ass, Sherlock. It's just there." John smirked and looked up at his fiancé. What he wouldn't give to be that close to Sherlock right now. He had been craving that closeness with him since they had made love in the hospital in Egypt. "We are getting married tomorrow, Sherlock. Are we going to do the typical we can't see each other before the wedding thing? Spend the night at separate places? You can stay with your Mum."
Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "Is that something people usually do? We can, if you want." He gave a slight shrug. So many ridiculous traditional things went into weddings. He followed John out of the building and locked up. "If we did, would you want me to take care of little Sandi, so you could get some rest?"
"I think it would be... neat." John looked at Sherlock with a lopsided smile. "Make the actual wedding night just a little more special since we broke our no-sex pact." He glanced at Amy as she yawned. Could he handle being separated from her again? He wasn't sleeping as it was, taking care of her might be a welcome distraction. "I don't know," he replied slowly. He started walking toward the flat with his brows furrowed, clearly deep in thought about it.
Neat? Sherlock smirked at the particular choice of word. "If that is something you want to do, I will go to my Mum's after dinner." He matched John's pace easily, and he glance over at his fiancé with a slight frown. He decided to let the other man think in silence on the way back to the flat. He opened the door for John and then followed him up the stairs.
John shook his head, instantly changing his mind. He had decided almost instantly that day that he wanted to sleep in their bed. With Sherlock. "How about...we just snuggle tonight? And tomorrow morning we part ways. Y'know, stay in different rooms at your Mum's while we dress. Take different cars to where ever she is having the wedding." He stepped into the flat slowly and looked down at Amy, smiling softly when he realized she had fallen asleep. "Are we..." He blushed and dropped his head."...still staying at your Mum's for the wedding night?"
"Guess I will have to teach you how to dance tonight, since I won't have the chance tomorrow." Sherlock sank into his chair and Hamish jumped into his lap. He petted the cat absently. He looked over to John with a smirk. "I don't know. If you don't want to, I am sure she would understand. She would probably rather watch little Sandi and spoil her anyway."
Dancing. The wedding night. It was all so much to think about. He smirked at Sherlock and moved into their room, laying Amy down as she continued to sleep. "Well, we could do the dancing now." He walked slowly past Sherlock, running his right hand lightly across the back of his fiancé's neck. "And I wouldn't mind staying there. The beds are probably more comfortable. It is a big house." A sure smile tugged at his lips.
Sherlock relaxed into John's touch, his eyes closing in contentment. His free hand reached up and rested lightly on his fiancé's. "You just want my Mum to hear us shagging." He smirked and tilted his head up so he could see John's face. "Did you want to eat first or dance? Or dance and then eat? Either is fine with me."
"A bit, yeah." John bit his bottom lip as he smiled. "Let her know how happy you are." He bent his head slightly and placed a soft kiss on Sherlock's temple. "Let's dance first. Need to get that bit over with." The idea of dancing was daunting, really, but doing so with his fiancé didn't make it as bad. Especially since they were getting married tomorrow. That would make it better.
Sherlock got up out of the chair after placing Hamish on the floor. The cat growled and disappeared to another part of the flat. He ignored the feline and walked over to John. "Okay. Your left hand goes on my shoulder, and mine goes on your back. Our right hands are clasped together at chest or shoulder level, which ever would be easier on you with your injury. The tempo is three/four. So. One, two, three and then you move. Just do what I do. We will do it without music for a bit and I will count out loud. Ready?"
John followed Sherlock's instructions obediently, instantly deciding that their right hands would be at a lower level. He slid his left hand on to Sherlock's shoulder, letting it drift a little higher so his thumb could rub at his fiancé's neck. "One, two, three," he repeated softly. After a long moment he lifted his eyes slowly to Sherlock's and hesitantly nodded his head. It was stupid, really, because he had been to war more times than he cared to admit but dancing made him more nervous than anything he had ever experienced. "O-Okay, ready," he whispered as he started moving his feet without much of a beat.
"Relax my dear doctor. Focus. Don't concentrate on your feet. Just move with me. Don't think about anything but the tempo. One. Two. Three." Sherlock started off counting a little slower than the actual music would be but he wanted to ease John into it as best as he could. He moved carefully, attempting to help his fiancé glide with him.
One. Two. Three. John winced. That was a foot. Not his foot. "Sorry," he muttered, cringing as he looked down at their feet intently. Sherlock made it look so effortless and here he was mucking it up like a git. He took a deep breath and slowed his feet, and his thoughts, wincing again when he felt Sherlock's foot beneath his own again. "Jesus," he growled. His eyebrows knitted together in determination and he finally managed to get a slow count right. "That was... right, yeah? Good?"
Sherlock smirked despite the fact that their feet would get tangled now and then. He had thought about having John just stand on his feet to get a feel for the movements but his fiance seemed to be getting better already. "Yes. Just like that every time. Now. Again. One. Two. Three." He recited the numbers a little faster this time, closer to the tempo of the music.
Faster. No. No. John had just managed to get one slow count down! This just wasn't fair. He moved his feet faster and winced every time his feet tangled with Sherlock's. He was going to make them look like a right mess tomorrow. On top of just dancing he would be nervous, and dressed nice, and probably more than ready to rip Sherlock's tuxedo off. "This isn't going to work," he growled as he stubbornly stopped moving his feet.
"John you are doing fine. Stop thinking about it so much. Don't think about your feet and what you are doing…or in your case should be doing." Sherlock smirked down at his fiancé. "Come now my dear doctor. It is easy. Stand on my feet, if you feel like that will help you get the movements down a bit better."
"Stand on your feet?" John looked at Sherlock with a lighthearted smirk. "D'you know how much I weigh now? I will probably break your feet or something." He pulled away from his fiancé anyway, kicking his shoes off. Sherlock still had his shoes on so it wouldn't be too bad. "Alright, here we go." He took Sherlock's right hand, placed his right on Sherlock's shoulder, and stepped gingerly on the tops of Sherlock's feet. It took a moment for him to balance and he was pressed tightly against Sherlock's chest but now he was just desperate to learn this bloody dance before the wedding. "I look like a child," he whispered as he turned his head to place a gentle kiss on Sherlock's jaw.
Sherlock smirked a bit, it was a bit awkward but he held onto John anyway. "It is fine. One. Two. Three. Step to the side. One. Two. Three. Step back. One. Two. Three. Step to the side. One. Two. Three. Step forward. Then repeat. See? Just as easy as that. Now. Let's try again. Off my feet. And. One. Two. Three."
John kept his head bowed and followed their feet with an intense gaze. Not too bad. He slowly stepped off of Sherlock's feet and bit his bottom lip. "One. Two. Three," he whispered to himself as his feet moved a bit slower than his fiancé's but in the right direction and rhythm. "Look!" He nearly shouted, clearly excited.
Sherlock smirked down at John. "Yes, better. Much better, actually. Now again. Same speed before, until you move with a little more confidence. Then we will do the tempo of the musical piece and after that we will do it to the music. You don't get to eat until you get this." He smirked again, before counting over and over again, as they moved around the living room.
If John got it right then he should get some sort of reward. He stood on his toes and gently sucked at Sherlock's lower lip before pulling away. Focus. He took his eyes off of their feet and met Sherlock's gaze, a lopsided smile on his face. His feet moved with shaky confidence at their slow pace but didn't miss a step. Maybe this dancing thing wouldn't be so bad.
Sherlock smiled. "You are doing great my dear doctor. I told you, you could do it. Now, let's increase the tempo." He made a gradual transition to the change of pace, hoping it would be smoother for John. He continued to count out loud, running his thumb soothingly over his fiancé's hand.
Faster now. John's confidence dropped slightly and he dropped his eyes to their feet again, swallowing hard. He counted in time with Sherlock, his voice nothing more than a whisper. To his delight his feet moved with Sherlock's. He squeezed his fiancé's shoulder with slight excitement. He was dancing. Another reward. John tilted his head and gently nipped at the pulse point in Sherlock's neck.
Sherlock nearly lost his step the moment John nipped at his neck. He slowed down and then stopped the dancing, a mischievous smirk crossing his lips. He pressed his head against his fiancé's and gently met the other's mans lips. He held John close to him in light hug. His fingers trailed along his fiancé's back, as he deepened the kiss.
John returned the kiss without a second thought, pressing back into Sherlock's touch with a soft moan. That was certainly more of a reward than he thought he would get. He squeezed Sherlock's hand as he tilted his head, his tongue pressing against his fiancé's. The hand on Sherlock's shoulder skid up into his hair. "Dancing?" He asked breathlessly against his partner's lips.
Sherlock was most certainly not interested in dancing anymore. "Yes. Of course. We can pick up where we left off later?" He raised his eyebrows with a smirk. He released John and walked over to the CD player. "All right , now we dance to the music. You ready my dear doctor?" He turned back to his fiancé after hitting play, and resumed the dancing position with his partner. He counted once more, moving in time with music with ease.
"Of course," John stated with a confident smirk. He took a deep breath and started to dance to the quick tempo, tripping over his feet and falling against Sherlock's chest with a grunt. That had pulled at his shoulder. "Sorry," he muttered as he glanced up at his fiancé. Focus. One. Two. Three. Just faster. He kept his eyes locked on their feet and slowly fell into the rhythm.
Sherlock supported John easily. "You are fine. Just like we practiced before. One. Two. Three." He counted out loud, hoping that would help his fiancé. "I put the song on repeat, so we will just keep dancing until you get it. The sooner you get it, the sooner we can continue what we started just a moment ago." He glanced down to John with a smirk.
John let his feet take over and mouthed the words with Sherlock, smiling weakly when his feet matched the movements of his fiancé. "Y'know we are not having sex the night before our wedding, right?" He whispered with a small grin. "That would ruin everything. I will make out with you on the couch and palm you through your pants." He looked up at Sherlock and grinned as they started dancing together. He was in perfect rhythm now and clearly proud of himself. "But no sex."
No sex? Naturally. Sherlock was fairly certain he could change John's mind, if he tried hard enough. For a moment, he was lost in his devious thoughts that he didn't notice they were dancing perfectly. When he did, he smiled down to his fiancé. "I do believe you have got it my dear doctor. I knew you would. You are a quick study." He gave a quick kiss to the top of his partner's head, and then stopped dancing so he could turn the music off. He returned to John, grasping the left hand and gently pulling him to the couch.