The Professor NEW CHAPTER!!!

Dinner With A Side of PDA

AN: IMPORTANT: This chapter was written in little chunks of the dinner, so, the first sentance (s) is at four-thirty and the second one is in the car on the way to the restaurant, and the third is at the restaurant, and then it's in the middle of dinner for the rest of the chapter (unless I become unlazy and decide to write the afterwards part in the same chapter). So, enjoy! 

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"Mycroft's' car? Damn that-"

"Sherlock!" 

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"I knew you'd give in." 

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"Good evening Mr. Holmes" 

"Please, call me Mycroft." 

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"Well, brother dear, I'm just glad to see you alive!" Sherlock mumbled curses under his breath, John hearing it and jabbing him in the stomach lightly with his foot. "So, what did Mr. Watson have to do to get you to come?"

"Please, call me John." Mycroft smiled. John looked at Sherlock waiting for him to speak.

He clenched his lips tightly, as if to say 'I won't speak.' John sighed frustratedly and looked at Mycroft. "We have news."

"I am aware. I'm happy for you two. It's nice to see someone other than me appreciates him." John was confused at first, but he realized that Mycroft probably knew what they were doing underneath the table. John stared down at his plate blushing at the thought. "Oh, it wasn't that," John gaped; Sherlock chuckled softly. "but thanks for pointing it out."

Mycroft said sarcastically. He pulled out his phone, furrowing his brows and setting the phone down. "Well, anything else you'd like to share?" John shifted in his chair, choking back a moan and gazing angrily at the man across from him. Sherlock smirked, determined to get payback. His foot went from his middle thigh to just below his crotch, where his shoeless foot pushed forward, and John slightly gasped.

Mycroft looked worriedly as John. "Are you-"

"Fine, I just...wrong pipe." Mycroft continued on talking, acknowledging, but not reminding, the fact that he hadn't sipped his water since it came to the table. Mycroft finished his salad and paid for the meal, John and Sherlock still playing footsie underneath the table. Mycroft received a phone call and excused himself outside to finish it, neither realizing.

"Stop it."  

"Stop what?"  

"No. Just stooaaaahh... Sherlock!" 

"What?" 

"I'm going to..." 

"To what?" 

"I am gonna get-" 

"Payback...?" 

"I hate you."  

"No...you don't, you just hate that you're wrong." John and Sherlock were giggling like school children when Mycroft came back in to inform them of what they'd missed out on.

"You two should be heading home now. There is terrible traffic so it may take longer than two hours to get home. Good luck with your exams, Dr. Watson."

"Good luck with your diet." Sherlock budgeted in.

"Goodbye, brother..." Mycroft scattered and they giggled more.

"He called me Dr. Watson."

"I know. hehehe.."

"I think you've had too much to drink."

"No, you just haven't had enough."

"Let's go home."

"Good idea."

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AN: I will write the smut as it's own because I am terribly hungry but I promised I'd upload this before dinner, so...here we are! Tell me what you think and: 

I have decided to ask you guys questions in my ANs when I write them, so here is your first one:  

What do you think Sherlock Holmes smells like most of the time? :)