[CONTAINS SMUT] ‼️18+‼️
WARNINGS: This is a Sherlock book so obviously mentions of drug use
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A simple tune is all it takes. A flood of memories returning to haunt- to plague every thought with regret and/or longing.
For you, a violin composition...
"But in your dreams, whatever they be..." barely audible, your voice lingers these words in the air. Curtains shut, switch flicked and nothing but a simmer of light from the hall to illuminate the room. It was quiet and you figured they would be back in about 7 minutes, so 7 minutes to rethink words or drift off in the comfort of your bed were the only options. "Dream a little dream of me,"
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"You do know this restaurant-" Sherlock turns back to see you glaring playfully. "Sorry, I'll keep my little deductions to myself,"
"First date, don't ruin my favourite diner."
Black and white tiles, red leather and neon to illuminate the dark street, it was like time was halted in this very spot. Mint green walls, posters from the decade and metal lined white counter tops, it didn't seem entirely off putting, unless you paid attention to the slightly stained metal napkin holder and straw dispenser.
"I don't know if it was obvious-"
"But you haven't been on a date before," looking up from the menu, he was slightly taken aback. "You can crack any mystery, but I know when someone hasn't been on a date before,"
"And you have no problem with that?" He blinks for a moment, looking down to the curve writing then back up.
"I've been on little to no dates before this... and any were in 11th grade, trust me, I had to do research like you," the look of embarrassment on his face was the cutest thing, "yeah, I saw your notes,"
"You better not have messed up my sock index,"
"You care so much about your socks when you should focus on the fact I have to complete an entire ballet routine to get through that mess of a floor," looking around the diner, you see a waitress walk over. Fuck, she was gorgeous.
Her eyes landed on Sherlock and you could tell immediately what would happen. It's happened before so why not again? "Hey, there, what can I get you?" The sultry tone in her voice was too evident.
"Can I get a (meal of choice)? And a-" you didn't get to complete your order.
"Yeah, yeah, and what about you, handsome?" She looks right to Sherlock. Well, there goes your date-
"The same thing, please," he places down the menu without looking to her. "What did you want to drink?"
"Uhm," utterly confused, you mumble your response, "(Milkshake flavour),"
"I'll have one too," he adds, still not bothering to look to her, handing both menus over after making sure you didn't want anything else.
"Great, I'll get that to you soon," the woman walks away with an eye roll.
"Any new songs being written?" He quips, leaning slightly towards you, admiring your face light up.
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"Mailman, two dogs, and a son in the community college," Sherlock bites on a chip, dusting his hands off as your jaw was slightly ajar.
"That was brilliant," you blink a few times. "Every time it gets more and more impressive,"
"Really? I thought you'd be annoyed by now... most people are," the cutest tinge of pink speckled his cheeks.
"They're idiots! Sherlock, you have a gift, I mean... I don't think anyone else could do this!" You lie through your teeth slightly. There was one person and that was your cousin, but he didn't matter.
"My brother can," Sherlock rolls his eyes, sipping at his drink. "That's about it,"
"Could you teach me?" Perking your head up slightly at the idea, you sink back a little after. "Only if you want, I don't want to pry,"
"No, no," he laughs a little, "I didn't think you'd... want to,"
"Well, I do," shrugging a little, you turn to the jukebox and grin. "but first, we are dancing," feet now planted on the ground with determination, one hand was held out.
"No," he raises both hands away from you.
"Come on," you plead with a glare, persisting. "I've seen you dance when you think no ones home~"
"Creepy but fine, one song," he warns, taking your hand as you fiddle in your pocket for change. "We both have to agree on the song,"
"Of course," you nudge him playfully, scrolling through. One song stuck out, your head tilting to him, his eyes landing on the same one. It was settled and the coins rolled down to start the tune.
Stars shining bright above you
His hand was held out this time. Your eyes were soft, taking it without hesitation and gleaming when he places a hand on your waist gently.
Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"
Swaying in the emptying diner, there were a few customers watching with small admiration at the sight. His eyes were shining, half-hooded, down at you, it was such an odd sight, and all from dancing to a simple tune.
Birds singing in the sycamore tree
A simple tune which calmed you both without any needed effort. The decades old song, voice of Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong holding such a vintage tone, who knew it would become so important to both of you?
Dream a little dream of me
You hum along as he holds you against his chest, never stopping the sway, not even to place a soft kiss on the crown of your head.
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"Dream a little dream of me..." the soft shaky sob left afterwords broken you even more. Pain in your heart and voice. Stomach and head. Soul and mind. It was all focused on, and not the door of the flat opening with John and Sherlock mumbling.
You gotta make me a promise Promise to me you'll dream Dream a little dream of me
Sherlock snaps his head to the hall, air caught in his throat as John notices instantly. "What is it, Sherlock?"
"Nothing..."
John tried to persist for an answer but the single look of defeat on Sherlock's face made him stop. Maybe not defeat... perhaps regret? Obviously it was to do with you but why did a singular song have such an effect?
This simple tune.
Who knew?
Maybe only Sherlock and you.
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