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"I think this would fit you, Lou. Especially to your eyes." Sherlock Holmes told his boyfriend while he brought a shirt to him.
"I told you to not call me Lou." Louis James Moriarty let out a sigh, but he took the shirt away nevertheless. It was dark purple, a shade what he never wore before but what probably truly fit his scarlet eyes. If anything, Louis couldn't blame the other man for not paying attention to the details. Sherlock was the college's wannabe detective and he was skilled in noticing small clues which led him to the solution of a problem.
Sherlock didn't pay attention to the remark. The smile widened on his face.
"For this special occassion." He noted. "This is the first time that we came here together." He gestured at the shop.
"Don't you think that there is a reason why I don't bring you along when I buy clothes?" Louis asked with some derisiveness, implying that his boyfriend's behaviour was not appropriate for going out shopping together. But Sherlock didn't pick up on it - not like Louis expected that he would.
"No." He answered and his focus fell to the shirt. "Try it up. I will help you." He said and he didn't even wait for Louis' approval, he started to draw the shirt onto him.
"We are in the middle of the shop. And I will manage on my own." Louis grunted, but he let his boyfriend help the shirt up at him above the T-shirt. After he buttoned it, Sherlock took a step back to inspect the result.
"Wow, you are really hot in that, Louis." He noted with visible pleasure. Louis looked around, he wanted to check himself as well, not just listening to Sherlock’s opinion.
"Where is a mirror?" He asked, but Sherlock took his hand and turned him back to him.
"You don't need a mirror to know that. It is a fact. But I can prove it to you." He said and in the next moment, he drew him closer and covered Louis' mouth with his own. Louis first wanted to evade - they were in a public place, after all - but in the end, he allowed Sherlock to finish the passionate kiss.
"And this is the exact reason why I don't bring you along." He murmured with a blushing face when their lips separated. "Because you don't know how to behave."
"I just wanted to show that I find you irresistible." Sherlock replied in a soft voice and his arms wrapped around Louis' waist. Louis couldn't be angry at him for long. He rolled his eyes while his head started moving towards Sherlock's head again - but before their lips could fuse for the second time, a derisive voice cut the intimate scene away.
"Oh, what a sight, what a sight!"
Louis and Sherlock turned around and they both became furious when they saw who was standing there. The shady editor-in-chief of the college's newspaper, Charles Augustus Milverton watched them with his usual companion - who was nicknamed as his puppy by the entire college - and there was a malicious smile in the corner of his mouth.
"Just continue." He told them and licked his lips. "You don't bother me, in fact, you are providing me with entertainment."
"Bastard!" Sherlock hissed angrily and Louis needed all his strength to keep his boyfriend back from attacking the other pair and making an even bigger scene.
Milverton let out a laugh.
"Direct that passion to your lovebird, stupid detective." He grinned. "That will at least not result in trouble... for you."
Fortunately, this was the despicable man's last comment - he seemed to be in a hurry, because after one last amused smirk, he walked away with his company. Sherlock and Louis watched until they disappeared in the corridor. Then Sherlock swept the hair out of his face with annoyance.
"Damn, I wanted to punch that human garbage."
"I think I like the shirt." Louis said to redirect his boyfriend's attention. "You convinced me. Let's go and buy it." He insisted and began to drag Sherlock towards the cashier.
His attempt to make him forget about Milverton was a success, because the smile came back to Sherlock’s face.
"Was it the kiss?" He asked cheerfully.
"Not at all." Louis lied, but he didn't do it well.
*****
Milverton and the other man, Ruskin, who came to the shop with a different purpose, didn't regret that they got lost.
"It was fun." Milverton was still smiling from what he witnessed. Ruskin, who was walking next to him, shyly looked up at his worshipped master.
"Charles... can't we kiss in the middle of a fitting, too?" He brought up the wish in his heart.
"Not in the middle of the shop." Milverton answered and Ruskin's heart started to beat faster from the words.
After all, Charles didn't completely deny the request. Only the place.