The Way You Look Tonight

**authors note**

This is just a random short thing I wrote at like 4:00 in the morning so please don't judge me I'm sleep deprived. I hope it doesn't suck as much as I think it does.

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John glanced across the room with a smile on his face. He and the consulting detective had just solved another case and he was feeling pretty good about it. Putting a record in the record player, he turned to Sherlock, a smile pulling at his lips.
"Care for a dance mate?"
The use of the name mate kind of came as a shock to Sherlock, and he looked up at John, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Don't be ridiculous, John. Why would I want to do something so pointless and unnecessary like dancing?"
John sighed and rolled his eyes. "I don't know, maybe because you should lighten up and live a little. Plus I know you must be bored without a case to work, so maybe this will help for the time being." John said, smirking. He held his hand out towards Sherlock. "Come on mate, just this once."
Sherlock glanced at the the hand being offered, then up at John, before looking away, almost pouting. "Fine." He took John's hand, which were calloused from strenuous use, possibly from training for war, that just never went away with the constant use of his hands. His other hand, however; hesitantly hovered over John's waist, unsure of whether or not it would be appropriate to. He looked at John, who smirked and raised an eyebrow.
"Last I checked, you're supposed to hold on to my waist." He chuckled.
"Yes well, that would be true, if you were a female partner, and last I checked, you are not female. So would it be correct to dance in this position with a male partner?"
"Sherlock."
"Typically two men would only dance in this position if there was some sort of intimate connection,"
"Sherlock."
" a romantic relationship I presume, and-"
"Sherlock will you shut up and just put your bloody hand on my waist. We're suppose to be dancing, remember?" John interjected, a slight blush creeping along his neck and ears. However it went unnoticed to the detective. Sherlock obediently placed his hand on John's waist, and began to lead John in the dance, swaying and moving to the music.
"Would you look at that, dancing apparently isn't as pointless as you thought it was if it's still tucked away in your mind palace." John pointed out, chuckling.
"Yes, it would appear so..." Sherlock murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips as they continued dancing in the middle of their flat, without a care in the world.