Sherlock Imagines

Care to dance? (SherlockxReader)

You weren't as close with Mary as you had once been. You knew all of her secrets, her real name, the whole nine. That's why she was reluctant to invite you to her wedding, that, and she didn't want you and some guy named Sherlock in the same room together. She said you were much too similar. When you and Mary were children, you'd find people's weak spots, and she would expose them. It was a fun game. You'd find out Mr. Sanders was cheating on his wife from the smell of his cologne coming off Ms. Turlip, and 'Mary' would find a way to show his wife. It was "harmless" fun. You always looked up to your older sister, she was like a god to you, but she always admired you. Your talent, your abilities. You did this thing, you called it analytical deducing, and it helped a lot. You were a genius your parents never expected to have. Once she took on her new persona as 'Mary' she grew away from you. Farther and farther, until she was gone. So when John called to invite you to the wedding, you were ecstatic, until you found out it was his idea. And Mary didn't even like it. So, you stay in a random corner, observing people during the ceremony. Parties really weren't your thing,  even so, you'd do anything for Mary. Even if she had gone dark side for a bit. At the same time you were 'reading' the room, a tall, ebony curled detective was watching you. He moved to his best friend, not paying attention to what Mary had been saying before that.
"John?" The stout blond turned to him, and hummed in response, "Who is that?" He asked rather harshly. John snorted. Sherlock didn't know something? There's one for the history books!
"Try deducing it!" Sherlock gave an upset grunt in response, and John realized he was serious.
"Oh, you weren't kidding? She's, um, Mary's sister. Mary was kind of worried about inviting her, no clue why." Mary butted in.
"Because, John, her and Sherlock in the same room is not a good idea!" She hissed, rather seriously.
"Ah, makes much more sense now. She deduces." John's eyes grew wide once again, and Mary mentally face palmed.
"Actually, she does more than just that. She calls it 'analytical deductions', she can tell you how many pets you have, your name though you've never shared it with her, and what type of person you are, from a mere three minute conversation." Mary rolled her eyes, and Sherlock's brow knitted together. How would that be possible?
"How?" John asked in disbelief, but Sherlock was eyeing the woman closely. He would have to put her skills to the test. He tried to stay focused on the task at hand, but he couldn't help admiring the way your h/l h/c was done perfectly with little effort, how the f/c dress made the e/c jewels in your eyes sparkle. You were breath taking.
"Sherlock?!" John's worried tone snapped Sherlock from his daze, "Are you alright? You zoned out there for a bit. If you want to know about her, go talk to her. No need to be creepy!" John was joking, but Sherlock simply gave an unamused hum, remaining in his place, but his eyes were drawn back to you. He took note of all the little details that he couldn't quite piece together, but he felt somewhat okay with that. There was an aura of mystery surrounding you, and it yanked him in, more and more with each passing second, like an animal to bait. He was just waiting for the trap. Without any warning, your gaze met his, and you analyzed what you could about him. Though, your eyes kept flickering to his piercing blue ones. They kept distracting you. His frustration was showing like black on white, and it didn't take long for you to realize why. He couldn't figure you out. Brilliant! You gave a candy smile, that was a bit revealing of your mischievous pride, but it still made him fall back a bit. Into this hole, a hole filled with this whole new feeling. He couldn't stop the small smile that he returned yours with, nor the paces his dwindling legs carried him towards you with. He found himself at a loss of words once he joined you in the corner.
"Care to dance?" He asked as nonchalantly as he could, but the hesitation in his voice conveyed the true nervousness he felt. You hadn't pieced him together yet, why not? He was quite handsome, and clearly intellectual.
"I'd love to, Mr. Holmes."

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