Jessica | Sherlock
Jessica knew that if it had been anyone else Sherlock made the bet with, he would have pushed mercilessly for them to suffer the consequences. With Jessica, he'd been willing to let it go, but Jessica was stubborn and head strong. She didn't backdown from a challenge or run scared no matter what lay in her path. Even if it was a dress and a pair of heels.
Plus, once he saw her in the dress, he stopped insisting she slip back into her ripped jeans and leather jacket in seconds. Not surprising at all.
It did surprise her to find that he wore a suit himself. She hadn't expected him to dress the part even if she would be. While Jessica wouldn't always admit it, the gesture did touch her. It proved that Sherlock actually loved her. Just like him sliding an arm around her waist to steady her and make it look less like she was clinging to him like a life vest floating in the ocean.
Jessica didn't normally allow anyone to be so gentle to her, but Sherlock had bypassed that barrier a long time ago. She knew his kiss to the forehead and words were sincere. She could trust him. And Jessica never thought she would be able to say that about anyone outside of one person...a person she could never trust again.
"I know, but I feel...itchy. Like the dress is attacking me." Okay, that was an exaggeration and they both knew it. The fact was that wearing the outfit made Jessica feel vulnerable and she fucking hated that. In boots and jeans, she could could fight back; in heels, she felt every bit of the damsel-in-distress she never wanted to be.
"We'll stay for a drink," Jessica added quietly, righting herself on his arm finally and brushing strands of dark hair back over her shoulders. "Because as much as I feel like a prop in a store window, you look good in that suit and you should wear it for at least an hour before I have to go home and take it off you."