dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-09-30 09:58:00 |
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He Wished It Was
Title: He Wished it was...
Fandom:Sherlock BBC
Pairing:John/Sherlock
Rating:PG
Word Count:300
Notes: Written for prompt 52. ball.
Sherlock scanned the crowd. It was one of Mycroft's masked holiday balls that he'd gotten forced into attending in exchange for a favor.
This wouldn't have been so bad if John would have been able to make it because then he'd at least have his best friend to talk to.
But no, John had been called away to his sister's place yesterday, so Sherlock was left alone to enjoy the tedium for at least three hours, that being the number of hours that his brother required his presence before he could leave.
A man of similar build to John and of John's height stood before him. For a second, Sherlock hoped that it would be John, but he knew that it couldn't be.
"May I have this dance?" the man asked. The voice was slightly deeper than John's voice.
Sherlock was torn. On one hand this would be as close as he might ever get to dancing with his crush, on the other hand it wasn't actually John.
They danced, talked, and laughed for hours. Like John, his mystery man was easy to talk to and didn't seem to mind his oddities. His mystery man's code name was Hamish, a name that seemed familiar to him but that he couldn't place. He wished it was John.
Finally it was time for the unveiling. Both of them removed their masks, it was John looking out at him from the other mask. John, who didn't seem shocked that it was him. John, who was cupping his cheek and kissing him.
He broke out of his shocked stupor and kissed John back deeply and passionately, running his fingers through John's cropped locks as John ran his fingers through Sherlock's curls.
"Let's go home," John said when they finally broke for air.