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Eventually there would be a first date. Of course there would be. They'd danced around the tension long enough to know something needed to be done.
Just last week Sherlock Holmes had abruptly stopped breakfast to announce he was enervated of said silly dance and rounded the table to tip John Watson's chin up and peck his lips for the first time.
(Ergo, this caused the doctor to push away and yell at him for a while before snagging his sleeve and snogging him remarkably against the wall for minutes.)
So, fast-forwarding a week later (the previous time comprised of kissing and snuggling and shy experimental sex and quite a lot of spending time together in their flat), John had proposed the idea of a date.
"A date? Hasn't...this all been dating? Spending time together in the flat?" Sherlock had drawled from behind his science magazine.
"It's been lovely, but perhaps something public would be nice. Where we spend money on each other or...just get out," John suggested with a shrug. The shorter man was perched on the arm of Sherlock's chair, and ran a hand between his new lover's curls.
"We can get out," Sherlock agreed slowly, and glanced up curiously in the direction of the hand in his hair.
"Great. I'll start coming up with ideas, yeah?" John ducked his head and kissed Sherlock's ear.
"Mm, yes, good, whatever."