A collection of Johnlock oneshots

Dance

Gentle music played in the background. It was something Sherlock had composed for the two of them. John thought it was beautiful.

With his partners strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tight, he danced. Sherlock was a better dancer than him, he always had been. He said it was his secret passion.

John was guided through the dance, matching Sherlock's steps. One two three, one two three, one two three.

He tried to concentrate on the dancing, but how could he, when all he could see was the beautiful ocean that was the detectives eyes, all he could feel was the arm placed on his waist and the hand on his shoulder.

The sensation of his touch felt like a thousand fireworks all going off underneath his skin. The feeling flooded though his body and he tried not to let it show, but he was probably failing. Sherlocks face was blank. His lips pressed together in a smooth line. His cheek bones, utterly defined in the dim lighting. His eyes, staring into John's, showed no emotion.

Oh what he would give to know what was going through his head right now! What he would give to know if the feelings John had for Sherlock were mutual. John was in love, he knew that for sure.