Only One (Johnlock)

Dance With Me, Watson

  John entered flat and tossed the grocery bags onto the table in the kitchen. He put the milk in the fridge, and gingerly removed a glass jar from one of the bags.
  "Sherlock! I picked up some... ugh, some eyeballs from the mortuary! Molly said they're pretty, er, fresh!" John shouted, grimacing as he put the eyes in the fridge. "Sherlock?!" John frowned. Usually Sherlock was either on his violin or already cuddling with him (or shooting the wall, but that was rare now that they were engaged). John pulled out his phone to text Sherlock, when he heard a tapping from up stairs, and then quiet violin music. John smiled, heading up.
  John slowly opened the already cracked door. Sherlock was not playing his beloved instrument as John had thought. Instead, the music was recorded, and the detective was clad in black leather tap shoes, which were currently moving very quickly in a rhythmic beat. John gawked. Sat on the bed was Mrs. Hudson, who was smiling and clapping to the beat, and leaned against the wall in the corner was Mycroft. The elder Holmes didn't look so much impressed as amused.
  The music finally came to an end, and Sherlock's swift movements with it. He smirked with pride as Mrs. Hudson and John clapped. John walked over and stood on his tip toes to kiss his lover on the cheek.
  "Hello, Mrs. Hudson. Mycroft, what are you doing here?"
  "I was here to request the help of my brother, and I walked in on a scene very similar to the one you did."
  "Mmm. I see. Since when do you tap?" John asked, plopping down next to Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock started a new song. John recognized it immediately, it was the song Sherlock had played the night he proposed. The detective removed his shoes and grabbed John's hand, pulling him up.
  "Woah!"
  "Dance with me, won't you Watson?"
  "Why of course, Holmes." They began to waltz around the room. After a moment, Mrs. Hudson spoke.
  "Well, aren't my boys just the sweetest. But I can't help but feel a little left out!" She got up, and headed toward Mycroft. His eyes widened considerably. Mrs Hudson reached out to take his hands.
  "N-now, I really don't think-"
  "Shut up, Mycroft," Sherlock drawled. Mrs. Hudson grinned triumphantly. Mycroft made a face as he was dragged along in time with the music. He eventually got comfortable, he would have preferred to be dancing with Lestrade, but Mrs. Hudson was actually quite graceful. Across the room, Sherlock continued to sway with his fiancé.
  "Mmhm, John." Sherlock mumbled.
  "What?" Sherlock leaned in close, the warmth of his breath giving John goosebumps.
  "I said, 'I love you, John'." John grinned.
  "Love you too, my high functioning, tap-dancing, sociopath." Sherlock smiled soflty.

A/N (Piper): Yay! That was good! That one was written by me, but I think the next one Thalia wants to write. I think she has a little Mystrade planned. Fun times! LLAP, mah lovlies!