That Cold Christmas Night | Johnlock

Christmas Dance

The snow fell outside of 221b, flakes stuck to the window. Snow filled up the windowsill. The dark, freezing weather outside was a complete contrast to the energy and warmth inside the flat. Christmas music was playing from the radio. Mycroft, for the first time, had decided to come, despite his numerous statements that he was above such social events.

John was sitting, chatting with Molly. Sherlock decided it was now or never.

"John, may I have this dance?" He asked calmly, bowing, holding his hand out. Everyone looked to John. 

"Sherlock, what are you-" He didn't have the chance to finish, because the Detective grabbed his hand and pulled him to the middle of the room.

"Merry Christmas, John." Sherlock breathed, pulling John close. 

"Merry Christmas Sherlock." John chuckled.

Sherlock had his arm gently across the small of Johns back. John had his hand in Sherlocks free one. Johns free hand was resting on Sherlocks waist.

The melody carried them, they were swaying together, as one. Sherlocks muscles loosened and he pulled John even closer so that Johns chest was pressed against his.

John looked up into his detectives eyes. His detective. He saw the delight in Sherlocks green-sometimes blue eyes. And Sherlock smiled as he had finally gotten his blogger in his arms. Sherlock realized how much he had craved this kind of touch. He had really never had this kind of experience. He realized he cared for John more than he thought he did. He Loved John.

John breathed deeply at the calming sight of Sherlocks beautifully sculpted face, he memorized his intelligent, deep eyes with green, blue, and John was sure, even flecks of gold were mixed in, his thin, light pink lips. Wet from Sherlock licking them nervously. He memorized every raven curl atop his dancing partners head. Did he want them to be more?

"John."

"Yes Sherlock?"

"It's Christmas, and we're dancing, John. With each other." Sherlock whispered, leaning in. His lips curled into a pleased smile

John stifled a giggle. "Yes, yes we are Sherlock." John slowly lowered his head to rest upon Sherlocks broad shoulder.

Sherlock lowered his head so that it was resting atop Johns head. He closed his eyes, savouring the moment. He smiled to himself. This was a special moment. Nothing could take away this beautiful moment between him and his Blogger. Sherlock interlaced his fingers with Johns and They spun softly. The song ended. John raised his head and went to sit down. But Sherlock let his hold on Johns hand linger for a moment.

He found his mate in a sea of goldfish. Mycroft lamented.