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John’s POV
Sherlock had been acting stranger than usual. He seemed to be watching me more. A lot more. Even Lestrade was keeping a keen eye on me. I had no idea what had gotten into them. Sherlock seemed to be always at my side. I didn’t mind. I enjoyed it. Having Sherlock around a lot, quite liked it. And my ever growing desire for him grew with every second with him. When he wasn’t there it was just longing for him. I needed to deal with it. Head on. I devised a plan. And I had no idea if it would work.
Two days went by. I didn’t put the plan to work. I was too afraid. I probably watched Sherlock just as much as he watched me. I couldn’t look him in the eye though. I wanted to. To see if I could feel that feeling again. But I didn’t. The soldier had lost his nerves. Imagine that. But on the third day, I was going to do it. No matter what.
We were sitting in the flat. Sherlock was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and thinking. The case was really bugging him. I was surprised he hadn’t figured it out yet. He had even turned to his homeless network for assistance. Old friends, new friends, anyone who could assist him, but no one could help. I felt bad for him. He needed something to take his mind off it for a while. Something not to tedious. Something just nice and relaxing. My plan popped up into my head.
“Hey, Sherlock, um, could I, ah, ask you something?” I asked.
“If you wish,” Sherlock answered. Oh God, here it goes, I thought, Okay John, just ask him. In 3, 2, 1…
“Would you like to go on a date with me?” I asked in a rush. My heart felt like it was about to burst. Sherlock opened his eyes and looked at me. Curiosity swirled around in them.
“I would be honoured John,” Sherlock smiled. My heart squeezed so hard it hurt. I smiled. Pure joy ran through my body. Excitement. He said yes. I would never have expected him to say yes. And he had.
“So, when do you want to go out?” I asked.
“Would tonight suit you?” Sherlock grinned.
“That would be fine,” I answered.
“Then it’s settled. We’re going on a date tonight. You can choose where,” Sherlock replied. He closed his eyes and returned to thinking. I smiled like an idiot. I have a date with the great Sherlock Holmes. Take that Irene Adler.
I was practically bouncing off the walls that night. I looked at my watch. 7:00pm. I had chosen one of my nice suits. I had chosen a nice restaurant not too far from Baker Street. I stood up from the chair I was sitting in when Sherlock walked in. I had seen him in plenty of suits, but for some reason he looked incredibly gorgeous in the suit he was wearing. It was a normal black suit and he had a purple shirt on. He had it buttoned in the middle. For some reason I found that very attractive. His bright red tie was tucked in. He had even combed his hair. It made him look more sleek and business like, but I preferred it as it normally was. And especially when it’s messy. I tried to say something to him, but my tongue was caught in my throat.
“You look charming,” Sherlock half smiled.
“You look gorgeous,” I grinned. Sherlock chuckled.
“Shall we?” he asked. I grabbed the keys and we went off to our date.