A Study in Boredom: A Johnlock Fanfiction

Dinner part 3

After an endless hour, John's car pulled up to the restaurant. He got out and made his way over, scanning nervously for Sherlock.

There he was.

He was sat in the very front booth in the left side. His coat was next to him, and he was fingering the material anxiously. As he neared, he noticed the detective was wearing John's favourite purple shirt. His curly hair fell over his forehead in a dark halo. His beautiful eyes were cast downward; he was reading the menu.

John smiled. His friend's Cupid's bow lips were parted in concentration-the menu was probably French, judging by the restaurant's sign. He looked absolutely adorable.

Suddenly, as if he could hear John's thoughts, the detective's head snapped up and his eyes searched for a second before they met with John's.

Sherlock's pale, handsome features always made John's breath quicken, and tonight was no exception, now more than ever with him no longer denying his feelings.

John stopped about six metres from the window and grinned at Sherlock. He smiled back, his blue-green eyes lighting up. John ducked his head in slight embarrassment and quickly headed into the restaurant.

"John." Sherlock greeted warmly as he sat down.

"Hey, Sherlock. Alright?" John replied, removing his jacket and picking up a menu.

"Yes, thank you, John. And...how are you?"

"Good... I'm good."

John smiled and looked down at the menu. As he'd predicted, it was entirely in French and he couldn't for the life of him make out anything.

"Er-"

Sherlock chuckled and leaned across the table, his and John's foreheads almost touching. John could feel Sherlock's fringe gently brush his face and he shivered. He delicately rested a pale, slender finger on the first option.

"This is a crab dish, but I know you don't like seafood, so I'd recommend..." He moved his finger down the menu, John moving back in nervousness - he didn't know what he would do if the detective touched him.

"...this one." He pointed to a dish at the very bottom of the page.

"It's filet mignon. It's kind of like a steak, but they wrap bacon around it." Sherlock leaned back and John instantly wished he was sitting by his side.

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Author's Note:

I'm sorry to keep doing this to you guys, I don't want to unnecessarily drag it out (as much as I don't want it to end) but I have to go to work soon.

P.S: thank you to all my friends reading this (real and wattpad, you know who you are!) for supporting me. You rock!

P.P.S: I'm writing this while sitting in my mum's cafe and the plumber is here and he's really hot.

Ok bye, Minions!

Red XX