BBC Sherlock Imagines (Book 2)

Lestrade: Dancing Around the Kitchen

Request for grandleftautumn

Why is he so fuuuuuhhhh-reaking HOT

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"Last box is finally unpacked!" you announced, bouncing into the kitchen, still high off of packing tape fumes and the coffee you had this morning. Greg jumped at the sound of your voice, lifting his head from the table it was laying on. You could've swore you heard him snoring before you walked in the room, but he promised he'd stay up with you until everything was done, and there was still a lot to do.

"Does that mean we're done and can finally go to bed?" he asked, stretching his arms as he yawned.

"No, that means we can start unpacking the kitchen now. I just meant our bedroom is done. We still have the living room, bathroom, decorations... Oh and don't forget all of the stuff in the office. I really don't know where-"

"Shhhhhhh," he said, standing up and coming over to you. He put a single finger over your lips and smiled. "Hear that?"

"What?" you mumbled, his finger still pressed against your mouth.

"Silence. Which means it's time for bed," he smirked.

You glared at him and swatted his hand away. "Greg you promised that you'd stay up with me until we finished everything!" you whined.

"No, I said until YOU finished, and I'm going to decide for you right now that you're finished." He placed his hands on your shoulders, turning you around and trying to march you out of the kitchen.

"We still have so much to do!" you argued, pushing back and slipping out of his grip.

"It's 3 in the morning!" he said, gesturing to the digital clock on the stove next to you.

"Sleep is for the weak! We can sleep when we're dead! No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep!"

He chuckled. "(Y/n), it doesn't matter how many inspirational quotes from Pinterest you sat to me about getting no sleep, I'm not going to listen to them."

You crossed your arms for a second and tapped your foot, before shrugging your shoulders. "Fine," you said.

"Really?" he asked in surprise. "Wow, I actually won for once." He smiled proudly, then reached for your hand, but you pulled away and raised your eyebrows.

"No, I meant fine, you can go to bed and I'll stay up," you said, turning and walking to the stack of boxes on the floor. You heard him sigh behind you, but you ignored it. You didn't have time to stop and rest, you just wanted it done. Knowing there was something to do left a big weight on your shoulders, and you knew your mind would be buzzing with anxieties too much to actually fall asleep. It was buzzing already, lists of things to do and remember flitting around your brain and in your line of vision, causing you to start shaking slightly and your breath to become quicker.

You heard his footsteps on the new wood floor of your new house as he walked over, then kneeled down next to you. "Hey," he said. You looked up at him and his eyes calmed you instantly. He could tell you were struggling, and because he loved you, he would stay by your side. "I'll help." You smiled smally, feeling bad for making him stay up, but also feeling relieved that was someone else to help clean up this mess. "But under one condition."

"What?" you asked.

He stood up and held out his hand for you to take, then helped you stand up. He walked around the room, dimming the lights so that the moon shining through the window was the spotlight. He touched some buttons on his phone, and the familiar sound of a jazzy tune started playing. He walked over to you, grabbed your waist with one hand, and intertwined his fingers with your other hand. "Dance with me," he said.

You complied, suddenly being thrust back to your wedding years ago, when you danced to this song, along with many others. He swayed you along, and you found yourself again surprised at well he kept the rhythm. You, on the other hand, struggled. You kept tripping, making your movements rocky and twitchy.

"Step on my feet," he said. You did as he said, letting the rough fabric of his socks pad your feet. He pulled you closer, and started humming in your ear. "Cause I love you, just the way you look tonight."

You smiled and nuzzled in closer to him and all his warmth and love. Your mind settled, and you focused only on the beating of his heart and the low, off key singing coming from his throat. He kissed your cheek gently, and then your neck. You fell against him, now putting all your weight and stressors on him, finally tasting freedom for the first time in a long time. You two danced, and even when the song looped again on replay, you kept dancing. That is, until you almost fell asleep against him, and he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to your new bedroom. He laid you gently in bed, kissed your forehead, and climbed in next to you.

He pulled you close to him, enveloping all of you so that you fit like a tiny thing in his arms. You used your last breath of wakefulness to say, "Don't think you can pull a stunt like this tomorrow and get away with not unpacking Gregory," you mumbled.

"I wouldn't dream of it," he chuckled, kissing you once more and sending you off to sleep.

A/N

Next part will be the last part of this book.

But I'm starting another book, so need to worry childs!

Random: What's one thing you wished you like, but you just can't, no matter how hard you try?
(Mine is black coffee. I force myself to drink it, but I just don't like it like I wish I did)

"We are all broken. That's how the light gets in."
- Hemingway