Sherlock shorts

#2144 - Lacy underwear

Part 3 coming Thursday

It was around 10pm at night and John was on a date, just before he left he had tried his best to hide it from Sherlock, because he would always ruin dates for him. Like last month when he met a woman whilst getting a coffee, with Sherlock of course, and he was bluntly informed that she had a twin-sister, four toes and an drug addiction. The date was cancelled. But this time it was exciting, because all he knew about this woman is that she was funny, sweet, and liked oranges a lot.

It was the third date with her and it was going pretty well, she ordered quite a bit of shrimp cocktail, but it was alright. However the bar got a bit darker and the music was a little louder than it was before. "I tell you what John, you are one of the most adorable guys I've met in a while!" She yelled over the sound of some odd rave music. They were on stools so it was kind of awkward to move around and every minute or so Watson would readjust himself and smile awkwardly. He nodded his head dismissing the fact that she had mentioned that she had been on her fair share of dates. The second date was much more exciting as that was when she became his girlfriend, he had been over at her apartment a couple times, but she had decided to go out again tonight and get drunk.

"So, how about we play a little game?" She giggled seductively, John was pretty engrossed at how her dress was staying on without straps. "Hm? Oh sure" He smiled innocently. She leaned over the tall bar table whispering something in his ear. "So what do you think?" She laughed and bit her lip weirdly. John was slightly uncomfortable with the idea but his sober mind faded away in a flash when she traced his shin with her bare foot. She had dared him to try on her red. Lacy. Underwear, and to persuade him a little more, moved her foot further up his leg causing him to knee the table in surprise. John took another shot and wobbled off the stool trailing off with a very tipsy walk, his arm around her waist.

Sherlock decided to skip sleep tonight and work on making a batch of chloroform, because he was bored and he used to do it with Mycroft when they were ten. He poured the rubbing alcohol with the bleach and gave it a stir. When the sound of a taxi parking outside followed by a rather harsh door slam. John was back, Sherlock already knew that he was on a date. He was wearing his mandarin collar blue shirt that Mrs Hudson gave to him last Christmas, he never wore it because the collar choked him. however the girl that he had spotted across the road kissing John last week, was wearing a qipao. Obviously, Sherlock has known John long enough to know that he a dress to impress man.

The door wacked open with the sound of laughing and convenient shushing. John stumbled into the kitchen, to where Holmes was cooking his knock-out juice for fun. "Have a good time?" He said blandly with his eyes fixed on the pot. "Your a bit testy" He hiccupped. Sherlock rolled his eyes turning to face him. The woman walked towards the room pulling her dress down. "You must be sherly?" She winked. He nodded and watched them walk out. They sat down on the chairs chatting, to be interrupted by laughing. John had this horrified look on his face. "What?" He yelled with a worried tone. There was a small clashing of pots and pans and a "Nothing!" With plenty of giggling.

After she left John was hunched over the table, an aspirin fizzing in his small glass of water. "What were you laughing at earlier" He sipped his water. Sherlock stretched and slumped into the leather chair. "Its a little obvious isn't it John, That collar wasn't the only piece of clothing you were fidgeting in" He giggled opening a small book, with many paper notes between the pages. "What is that suppose to- Oh Jesus, sherlock" He patted his side, moving uncomfortably in his chair. Holmes smirked raising his eyebrows. "Simple really, You were clearly walking oddly and pulling up your trousers every minute or so, your lady friend was wearing a red outfit which statistically women tend to wear matching underwear to impress male company which would be red and most likely lace. In addition, during the course of her little apartment snooping she was pulling down her dress at a similar rate to ensure that her-"

"Alright! I get it!"

~Fin~