Oneshots of John lock<3

I want to dance with you. (Bbc)

Mycroft and Greg's wedding was gorgeous to say the least, light flowers were hung around the railings, the tablecloths and furniture all collided so aesthetically, nothing looked out of place. Even the people all managed to follow the dress code, light themed clothing with small floral accessories.

"It is nice though, isn't it?" John hummed, gently elbowing sherlock as they leant over the bar.
"I suppose." The detective mumbled back, sipping at his glass.
"Your having a laugh? It's gorgeous. Everyone looks so happy, just let your guard down this once, alright?" Johns eyes darted towards his friends, getting a lazy eye roll in return.
"It is nice, your right." Sherlock nodded stubbornly, glancing around the open space. Many couples were dancing, twirling one and other with fits of giggles. People didn't have a care in the world at this moment.
"Find someone to dance with, you'll enjoy yourself." Sherlock pouted running his fingers through his dark locks.
"And leave your here? I don't think so. I'm not having you run off like you did to my wedding. 'Ow about this, you find someone to dance with." The doctor smiled at the younger man, though to his surprise there was no snarky comment back to him, just a small little smile.
"I'm okay."

After a few minutes they found themselves stood against a pillar on the side of a dance floor, sherlock was inspecting whatever he could off people while John was just admiring the thought it took to design just a beautiful place. A song came on, a song which had Sherlocks expressions seem similar to when you whistle to a dog.
"Find someone to dance with." John ordered, his eyebrows slightly raising as his noticed his best friends expression.
"I don't want to." Sherlock snapped back, crossing his arms.
"Why not? Come on. There has to be someone that tickles your fancy!" John would hate to admit it, but it slightly hurt him to see sherlock consider dancing with someone. Although he was the man pushing him to.
"Not anyone who'll respond the same, John."
"It's a wedding, no one will care, nobody will remember." His voice gradually became more persistent.
"Promise?"
"What? Sure, promise."
Sherlock didnt move, he just starred at John, a confused look appeared on the shorter mans face as he glanced around.
"Johniwanttodancewithyou." Sherlock blurted out, looking away in embarrassment. The doctor felt himself blush, it's not what he had expected, there were roughly a hundred other single people at the venue yet he chose him. He gave a hesitated nod before they both entered the open floor.

They link fingers, sherlock placing a hand on johns shoulder as John wraps a arm on Sherlocks lower back. They slowly started turning together, dancing in perfect synchronised movements. The older man's head planted itself on the brunets chest, if someone were to see them without knowing them you'd assume they were a old married couple. Nobody starred, nobody cared, they were content with one and other.

Though 2 people noticed, the grooms them self. (Not as if they haven't been expecting this for so long,)