And this is where you kiss her

AN: Sadly, I don't own anything. Idea for this story from a picture in the internet. Enjoy reading.

And this is where you kiss her

"Of course! That will work! Love you, too!", John spoke into his mobile forced cheerfully before ending the call. He turned around, looking at Sherlock, paler than usual. The detective glanced shortly over his appearance and looked back into his eyes again. "The dance", he said. John nodded.
"I can't dance, Sherlock. I will make a fool of myself and Mary! Hell, I can't even dance in a Club, how on earth should I dance a waltz?!"
His flatmate wordlessly stood up and made his way over to the CD-player. He took a CD from the shelf next to it and started the music. A slow waltz began to fill the room when Sherlock walked back to John, standing directly in front of him. The doctor watched the whole procedure with knitted brows. "What are you doing?"
"Teaching you how to waltz", Sherlock answered with his obviously tone.
"You can dance?", John asked astonished.
"Of course I can. Who does not?", he answered, smirking. Before the doctor could say something Sherlock reached for his hand and positioned it on his shoulder. Afterwards he laid his own hand on John's hip, taking his other one. "I'll lead first, so that you can get used to the rhythm."
"Sherlock!", John gasped, trying to free himself from the sleuth. He just arched a brow but didn't let John go. "People will talk!"
"Oh, John, please. You're getting married next week. Nobody would talk about you getting dancing lessons. Anyhow, nobody could catch us dancing here besides Mrs. Hudson and she talks anyway."
Defeated, John stopped struggling with Sherlock, but his face had got a deep shade of red.
"Just trust me, John. Follow my lead, it's really easy." The consulting detective made his first step, John following after, a bit clumsy.
A few minutes later, they were dancing fluently through 221B. John hadn't thought it would be so easy, but dancing with Sherlock was like he had done nothing else in his life. Their movements matched each other, their high difference was perfect for the positions. John had stopped watching his feet some minutes ago and was no staring right into Sherlock's eyes. They danced like this for what felt like hours, eyes locked and oblivious for anything that was outside their dance, lost in each other.
The waltz began to slow down, when Sherlock dipped John. The doctor felt safe in the other's arms, he knew Sherlock wouldn't let him fall down. Their stare intensified, as the dark curled man hovered over his flatmate, his face coming nearer and nearer. The tension between them was almost tangible.
"And this is where you kiss her", Sherlock murmured with a low, husky voice. A shiver ran down John's spine. Sherlock was so near, if he just got one inch nearer he could-
BANG! Sherlock and John leaped apart, startled, and looked for the source of the noise. Apparently, the CD-player hadn't been standing properly on the shelf and had fallen down eventually.
An awkward silence raised between them. John stepped from one foot to the other and scratched his neck. "Well, uhm, thanks, I suppose", he said uncertainly. "Err, I think I'll go upstairs and do… something", he continued, turning around and heading to the stairs. "John, stop", Sherlock called after him. The doctor spun around, answering "yes?" a bit too quickly. The detective looked unsure. He avoided John's eyes, mumbling: "I'm happy for you and Mary", before he turned around and hurried into his room.

AN: Thanks for reading! Please comment!
Thanks to Lowz Davies for mentioning someone should write this.
~ Allie