Chapter Text
They danced , they really danced with their arms around each other and their hands touching.
At the beginning it was a little clumsy, both unsure how to move together but soon they found the right rhythm.
It was… fun, well actually it was really bloody entertaining. They both always liked dancing, Dr. Watson for the social aspects and intimacy of the experience and the consulting detective loved the art of it, the harmony in music and movement.
The third song that came up was slower, more melancholic than the ones before, the slowly drifted closer to one another.
-I wish more places would allow friends to dance together.- John said. - it makes the dance less formal, everyone is more at easy just look at those two ladies - their eyes drifted towards to ladies laughing and holding each other more hugging than dancing at this point.
Sherlock looked at Watson and laughed- my dear, you are aware that those two ladies are something more then just friends, in fact you could find that a lot of guests tonight might be a little bit lavender. -
Sherlock watched his friend’s face, confusion, understanding, panic, embarrassment
- Holmes am I assuming correctly that everyone gathered here assumes we… that oh well.. that we might ? - John asked, fear in his eyes.
-Yes, I believe you are assuming correctly.- he felt that the grip of his friends hand around his was loosening but they still danced slowly and carefully as if the floor turned into glass under their feet.
-Well… I am also assuming there is nothing we can do about it now ?-
-We could address it but it would look rather suspicious, after we danced and hugged, and called each other partners. -
Sherlock saw that his friend made some sort of decision, the grip on his hand was firm once again.
-It’s not my fault, you act like my wife with all the “Watson is unhappy when I do experiments in the kitchen” talks - Doctor said with a careful smile.
-But you are unhappy when I do experiments in the kitchen! And it’s you that insist on me taking care of myself, sleeping, eating etc… if anything you are the wife. - laughter
-You taking care of yourself is not a wifely request, it is I care about you and I don’t want you to die request! I don’t like the experiments in the kitchen because you could accidentally spill something, it’s a safety hazard.-
-Oh dear, when did I ever poison somebody ?
-…Wednesday
-When did I ever poison somebody on accident?
They danced two more dances.
But that all happened more or less 14 or 16 years ago. That night was just one of their old memories marking the beginning of many friendships, dances , parties , dinners eaten , drinks spilled, sharp breaths inhaled, laughter, fear, tears, life
A fond memory.
But today was today and Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson were getting ready for dinner with May and Georgie.
May was a painter, Georgie a teacher and a writer.
Georgie’s income was steady but not large, May’s unpredictable but usually paid in significant amounts.
Together they were able to afford a nice but small flat in less populated part of London.
It had just one bedroom living room connected to the kitchen and a small bathroom, but all three rooms were lively filled with colours, light and laughter… and when May had clients the best food in all of London, at list that is what the detectives told them.
Partly because they really thought that, partly because they enjoyed the dinner invitations from time to time.
Watson knocked and May opened the door to their apartment.