A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

Proper (part 2)

The city lights of Glasgow reflected off of the window of the car as Sherlock and John sat hand in hand in the back seat.

"So where are you taking me?" John took his attention off of the outside world long enough to look at Sherlock.

"Surprise." Was the only word Sherlock spoke. John felt a bit frustrated with the lack of an answer but as long as he had Sherlock by his side, he couldn't care less of where they were.

The car came to a slow stop in front of a small yet very high end and expensive looking restaurant that seemed to be at the very edge of town. A look inside the large windows showed other couples enjoying the time they had together and forgetting about the rest of the world around them.

As they stepped out of the car, John could hear Sherlock instruct the driver to go back to the hotel and wait for him to call, but his attention was drawn to the restaurant and how expensive it must've been.

"Sherlock! This is beautiful!" Sherlock draped his arm around John's shoulders and kissed his temple.

"I knew you would like it."

They walked in to the front podium as the man who occupied it looked at them in disgust but managed to show his teeth in a mean smile.

"Can I help you gentleman?"

In about thirty seconds flat, Sherlock had already deduced his whole life.
"Yes, reservation for Holmes." The attendant moved his finger down a list that was clipped to a board and his eyes got wide.

"Oh yes! Very well sir, follow me if you will." The man seemed to add a spring in his step as he led them to their table for the night. He handed them their menus and left with that same mean smile that was glued to his face.

"Would you like some our best wine? It is on the house." The man bowed slightly.

"Yes, that would be fine, thank you." Sherlock answered. The man left to fulfill his command. John chuckled.

"What now?" Sherlock said, rolling his eyes behind the cover of the menu.

"You used Mycroft's name didn't you?" John asked, studying Sherlock for an answer.

"Mycroft's name literally opens doors." John concluded. Sherlock smiled devilishly.

After ordering and eating their meal, they stayed for awhile longer just to be in each other's company with the distractions of the outside world invading their space every so often. But neither cared, it was just them and that's all that mattered.

"So what did you deduce?" John asked, taking another sip of wine. He usually couldn't trust himself with wine considering he always got a little too loose and eventually doing things he would regret the next day. But it was a special time and he let himself permit it.

"About what?" Sherlock suddenly realized. "Oh, the bloke up at the front? Nothing much to him. Loves long haired cats, four at the most judging the amount of hair that was attached to his trousers. Was married for a while, something went wrong. Cheating? No, he would probably still be wearing the ring. Finding out either he or she was gay, most likely him by the way he walked us to our table. Tailored suit, doesn't make enough money from this job alone but he obviously has an attachment to the restaurant. Owner most likely. Shall I continue?" Sherlock smirked. John became fascinated at every word spoken and hung on every one just as much as the last.

"God, I love you." John smiled, resting his head in the palm of his hand.

"I love you too." Sherlock reached across the table and took John's hand into his, kissing his fingers.