Unexpected

Good Morning

P.O.V John

I opened my eyes. I felt a pair of arms around my waist. I looked up.

There he was.

His beautiful face.

"Good morning" He said, a smile on his face.

"Morning" I replied.

I leant forward till my lips met Sherlocks. My hands instinctively went to his hair, and lost themselves in his curls. One of his hands rested on my back, the other on my neck.

We only broke apart when we heard the door to our flat open.

We both looked up...

"Oh Mrs Huddson! I- We-" I stuttered.

"Oh, you two! I'll leave you be!" She said with a large grin on her face.

She closed the door, turned and began down the stairs, muttering something that sounded like;

"I knew it."

As much as I loved Mrs Huddson, I was glad she had left us alone again.

Sherlock looked at me, smirking. His face was a light shade of pink, but I reckon mine was a similar colour right now.

I placed my head on his chest, and he tightened his grip around me.

The room was quiet for few minutes, the only sound was our breathing and the soft beating of our hearts.

Sherlock broke the silence.

"John.. later- well tonight, do you want to go out- go on a...a date? With me? At a restaurant or something like that?"

He sounded so nervous...

I looked up at him.

"I would be delighted to"

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P.O.V Sherlock

I had booked dinner for 7:30, so at six I told John to go and get ready, and I went to my own room. I put on a dark blue shirt and some black trousers. I combed through my hair and walked out of my room. When I came into the living room, I saw John just come round the corner.

He wore a white shirt with dark trousers.
In synchronisation, we both said:

"You look amazing!"

We both blushed.

I walked to the door.

"Shall we go?"

John nodded and smiled, than came over to me and we walked out the door...
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The night was cold and the starts illuminated the sky. We went to the restaurant and sat down at a table near the edge of the room. The room was lit up with chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling. The floor was a dark wood, and the walls were a beige colour.

"This is amazing Sherlock" John said.

I looked into his eyes and smiled.

We ordered food (after John insisted that I eat something) and it came quickly. I had ordered a a tomato pasta with feta cheese. John ordered some sort of fish dish. While we ate, we talked about anything and everything.
When we finished, John started looking at the dessert menu. He chose a chocolate cheesecake, which I tried some of. It was nice, but a bit too sweet.

When he finished, I got my wallet out my pocket.
"Sherlock, let me pay"
"No." I responded simply.
"Split it?"
"Nope"
He looked at me and smiled.

"Thank you." He said.
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When we arrived back at 221B Baker Street, John and I sat down in our separate armchairs.

"Do you want to play a game?" I asked, bored.

"As long as its not Cluedo" He replied, a small grin on his face.

"Why not Cluedo?"

"Because it's not actually possible for the victim to have done it Sherlock"

"But it was the only posib-"

"Well obviously it's not 'the only possible solution' as that's not how the game works."

I rolled my eyes mockingly.

"What game then?" I asked.

He thought for a few seconds. "How about that game where we both put post-it notes on our heads and we have to guess who's on them?"

"Sure"