The Forgotten One

John's Date

John looked at his reflection in the glass of the taxi for the fourth time in 10 minutes. He wasn't so ordinary was he? Not like what Sherlock said he was, he couldn't be he was a solider and had some fascinating stories from his and Sherlock’s adventures. His hair was still perfectly in place just as he'd left it the last time. He brushed down his shirt and jeans making sure there was no back spray from all the cleaning products he'd used on the apartment before he'd left or any drips from the tea that he had forgotten about and quickly downed before leaving. He'd been in a rush after getting caught by Mrs Hudson on the way out of Baker Street, she was only asking about his plans and about Sherlock's trip away to Rome and when he'd be back. John wasn't sure when Sherlock would return but he'd been secretly enjoying the apartment to himself for the past two days. He'd finally had the courage to call up a woman he'd being chatting to in a local bakery. This was his first date in a while, that was the only reason he'd cleaned up the apartment knowing Sherlock would be out and hoping it would go well.

He jumped out of the taxi as he reached the restaurant when he peered at the customers inside he could tell he was still a little underdressed but that's who he was. He walked in and scanned the tables that where covered in white table cloths edged in gold with black flowered detail. The restaurant was dark with spotlights hovering over every table. Tables ranged from 2 to 4 people full of high class business men and women along with couples, some trying to impress on first dates and others looking older as they where coming here for anniversaries or birthdays. Each table was fully set up with two large wine glasses and a small candle. He finally saw her near the back of the restaurant she turned and smiled at him. As he walked over she stood up a large smile on her face, she had a beautiful black dress on that dropped at the neck line to a v-shape showing her average sized perfectly shaped breasts. She had thin legs and with her gold high heels making her a little taller then John and her dress filled out a little at her hips settling above her knee. She had quite a slim figure and skin as white as snow her lips where a glossy pale pink and her eyes where a sharp steel grey with long eyelashes and striking black eyeliner. Her black hair curled down to her shoulders.

"Hi John" she smiled kissing him on the cheek.

"Hi Ella, I'm sorry I'm late, have you being waiting long?"

"Not at all, I'd just arrived early so I could make sure I looked presentable, the rain is really pouring outside" She laughed.

"Well you look ... You look amazing" John beamed, which was returned by a blush from Ella.

After food and three glasses of wine later John felt like the date was going well, they had made pleasant and constantly flowing conversation and Ella had never stopped smiling while he could feel her foot and leg brushing against his under the table. They called for the bill and John was nervous not knowing what was going to happen next, while also dreading the price of the bill on his small GP wage.

"I can get this John" she smiled grabbing her gold clutch bag.

"No, not all" he replied.

"You are a good man, John" she grinned and sighed brushing his hand. When the bill had been paid she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the restaurant into the pouring rain.

"Don't you have an umbrella?" John quizzed as Ella went to hail a taxi.

"No, it's only rain. You can't be scared of that after going to war" she jested. John the gentleman pulled his coat off and gave it to Ella. She turned and kissed him on the lips. At that moment a taxi finally pulled up next to them as they stood on the pavement.

"In you go John" she smiled pointing to the taxi.

"I'm not leaving you on the street in the pouring rain" he said grabbing her hand.

"Who says I'm not coming with you" she winked.

John knew the date had gone well, but he had no idea this was going to happen. Ella was unpredictable and said whatever she thought. In the taxi they held hands as John continued to tell her his stories from the war. As they reached Baker Street they both climbed out as Ella was still surrounded by John's big coat. As soon as the door of 221b closed Ella threw the wet coat onto one of the hooks in the hallway. She turned to John and kissed him on the lips for the second time. John could feel her smiling in the kiss.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" John questioned worried that he was pushing her too far. She pulled away and sighed. She placed her damp head on Johns wet shirt.

"I've never done anything like this before, I usually wait."

John stepped back. "I'm so sorry, I should never have asked"

"But my clothes are soaking" she winked as she took to the staircase. John grabbed her hand and led her up the second set to his room. She gently pushed him to the wall and kissed him. They continued for that for 5 minutes John could feel that his jeans had suddenly become uncomfortable and Ella seemed to be enjoying it to by the gentle moans she was now making. John reached for the zip on the back of her dress pulling it down to just a over her bum tracing a finger down her back giving her goose bumps. She smiled stepping back as she pulled her arms out and let the light material fall to the floor. John glanced her slim body up and down she had a shapely black bra on and matching black lace pants and still in her high heels. She stepped out of the dressed pooled around her ankles as John threw it onto the radiator. Ella then began to undo his shirt buttons as they fell to the bed.