Sherlock Preferences

3) First date pt. 1

A/N the pic has nothing to do with this chapter...i don't think so anyways xD

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Sherlock:

When it came to romance and dating you'd think that Sherlock would be an incompetent little bunny who had no clue what to do on a first date because he had no interest in it.

But with you it was different. You were special and he knew it, even if he never showed it all of the time, or if his head tried to deny it.

Without any help from John, he had planned a dinner at a little restaurant. Nothing spectacular, but it was simple and sweet, he guessed.

So you had excitedly gotten ready, doing your make-up and throwing on your favourite dress that you never got to wear and rushed out of your room and down the stairs, tripping on the way but composing yourself before stepping into the living room.

Sherlock stood ready in his usual attire, but he was wearing his purple dress shirt, your favourite shirt on him. ( A/N: you know what I mean?)

He looked at you and his eyes grew wide, but he quickly threw on his coat.

"You look... nice..." He managed to say.

You smiled and spoke, "Well you look nice too." You nodded and proceeded to put on your coat.

The two of you took a taxi and you couldn't help but feel like a schoolgirl going on a first date with her crush.
You tried to hide a enormous smile.

It was a lovely place. You and Sherlock had dinner and talked like normal people.

It was strange really, to sit with him and share a conversation about things you do everyday, which aren't considered normal, around a candlelit dinner.

As the evening came to an end you and Sherlock took a taxi back to the flat and shared a comfortable silence.
When you arrived at the flat and Sherlock opened the door, you finally spoke up,

"Thank you, Sherlock. It was a wonderful evening."

You had a feeling you wouldn't have a dinner like this with him in a while, it wasn't his thing anyways.

"Yes I agree. The pie was quite nice."

You giggled as you made your way up he steps and into the warm flat.

"So, Sherlock....I was wondering." You started timidly, he looked at you curiosily with his sparkling blue eyes... (A/N focus you fool)

"Are we a thing now?" He looked at you funny. (A/n sorry)

A few moments passed and he still just looked at you, confused face set, frozen.

And then he quickly added, " Ah Yes ! I guess that's so!" And he rushed to his room and slammed the door. You swore you saw him blush...

"Goodnight Sherlock!" You shouted to him.

"Goodnight (Y/N)!" He said from behind the closed door.

You giggled and walked up the stairs to your room.

When you closed your door you couldn't help but feel cliché and lean against it and let out a girlish squeel.

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So that was quite long.

So it's going to be in parts. Yay!

Thank you for reading!