BBC Sherlock Imagines

Sherlock: Courting

Request for jackskellingtonrulz5

(Victorian times)

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You heard a hard knock come from the front door. Anxiously, you smoothed your dress and ran a light hand over your hair.

"Miss (y/n), there's a Mr. Sherlock Holmes here for you," announced Lucy.

"Send him in," you breathed. Your back faced away from the door, so you did not see him when he entered in, but you did hear him. A second set of feet shuffled behind, and you assumed it to be the chaperone. For a second there was silence, then somebody cleared their throat. You turned around and met the smirk that belonged to your date for the day. For a long while you two drank each other in, studying the other from head to foot. He towered over you a good half foot. His hair was slicked back. His eyes looked more blue than they did when you last saw him 2 days ago.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Watson," interrupted a short man with a full mustache. You averted your attention back to Sherlock for a millisecond to find him still watching you.

"You must be-"

"The chaperone," Dr. Watson remarked, not giving you a chance to finish. You gave him a small smile, then found yourself looking back at Sherlock.

"How are you Miss (y/n)?" asked Sherlock. You knew him though - he had already deduced how you were. He had probably sensed your rapid heartbeat as he entered the room, and your sweaty palms, and your nervous lip biting whenever he came too close.

"Brilliant," you answered plainly. His eyes squinted momentarily in acknowledgement.

"Shall we be on our way then?" he asked, heading to the entrance hall and opening the door for you.

"We shall," you giggled. The warm breeze floated in, and you rejoiced in not needing a coat. As you walked past him out the door, your eyes were locked together, holding each other since your arms couldn't. He followed right behind you, and you heard a bump and an angry "hmmpf- ow!" as Sherlock closed the door in Dr. Watson's face.

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You two walked side by side in the midday sun, occasionally sneaking glances at each other like little school children while Dr. Watson chattered on about potatoes and such. Once in awhile Sherlock would make sarcastic remarks to Watson, then wink at you, to which you would practically melt on the inside. Up ahead, the path broke and a small garden appeared, small tables set up within its bushy walls. People bustled around, and you approached the garden like cafe.

"So this is where you've been leading me to Mr. Holmes?" you teased. He responded by opening the gate for you, and nodding his head for you to go inside. You smiled smally, then slipped through the gate, your fingers missing his by mere centimeters. Music drifted from somewhere inside the small building that was stationed at the front of the garden. You took the nearest table, and sat down, sighing in satisfaction at finally being hidden from the sun under the shade of a decorated umbrella. The gate squeaked close behind you, and Sherlock took the seat across from you moments later.

"Hungry?" he asked. You nodded, and he called the waiter over, ordering similar what you had the other night.

"Solved any murders lately?" you asked, blurting out the question. A few heads turned your way, and you blushed in embarrassment. Sherlock chuckled lowly at your red cheeks, and a warm feeling swirled around in your stomach.

"Well..." he began, then erupted into a monologue on all the recent cases he had solved. It was a relief, really, that he had so much to say because you had so little. When Sherlock Holmes had first approached you at a wedding 2 days ago, you were speechless. And when he asked if you would be interested in a day spent together, you could barely utter a simple "yes". He was intimidating. Everyone talked about him and his brilliant brain. Not to mention he was the eye candy of all the women in London and beyond. "(Y/n)?" You snapped out of your daze, then blushed deeply. How long had you been out of touch with reality? You glanced down, and you noticed your plate was empty.

"Sorry, got lost in my thoughts," you whispered.

"What were they?" he asked in honest curiosity. Never having been asked by a man what your thoughts were, so naturally you were taken aback. You sucked in a deep breath. He looked you deep in the eye, prompting you, urging you to speak your mind.

"I-" but your words fell short, as you were interrupted once more by your
short chaperone.

"Have you tried the custard?" asked
Watson coming to sit at the table, intersecting you and Sherlock. Sherlock sent his most annoyed look at Dr. Watson, who was too into his custard to notice.

"Would you like to dance?" Sherlock asked you. His eyes sparkled with hope and you could barely nod your head. He stood up and came to stand by your chair, extending his hand out to you. You had not made physical contact with him all day, seeing as it was highly inappropriate while courting. But for dancing, it was an exception. His hand was warm, and it sent tingles down your arm and all around your body. He tugged you out of the chair and onto the floor where other couples stood, swaying in each other's arms. He took the lead, and you fell in step with him.

"I didn't know that when I asked him to chaperone that he would follow us around like a puppy dog," he vented.

"It's okay, really. I'm enjoying this very much," you reassured him. He smiled down at you. He didn't smirk, but smiled.

"As am I Miss (y/n)." Your name fell off his tongue with such grace, and he swept you away, heart and all.

A/N

Let's have a moment of silence for the passing on of Alan Rickman. He will ALWAYS be in our hearts.

So basically pulling an all nighter
And I have a buttload of homework.
And I have one week to make up my math test because I failed it.
And finals are next week.
And I'm so tired.
But my friends are watching the second season of Broadchurch in one night! Woohoo!

David Tennant is so broodingly handsome in his beard.

So I'm apologizing if my writing was sloppy and my Victorian era writing was incorrect. It is 4am and I really wanted to update.

So yeah.

Happy MLK day!

#SHERPRESSION is still real.

I'm still tired.

I feel like I have a lot more to say, but can't think of it.

Night.

Hope you enjoyed it.