Sherlock One-Shots and Preferences

Sherlock - Prince Charmimg

Requested by @Bixie88 sorry it took so long! It's also just a short little chapter. Like a chocolate truffle. One bite you know? Enjoy. 😊

Mary had thrown John a birthday party for his 40th, everyone you knew was invited; Molly, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Mycroft, Sherlock, Mike, and a few others of John and Mary's friends. It was a chill environment of course, there was no need to dress up super fancy for a little get together. You assured yourself looking in the mirror that a nice outfit and a little make up would be more than enough.

In the back of your mind you did want to look nice though, you always wanted to look nice around Sherlock, trying to see if he ever looked at you differently or even checked you out once and a while. Just one of those simple things would make you jump and twirl around with happiness, because you had the worst crush on Sherlock. About 5 years in the making now. Maybe not jump though...it wasn't easy for you to jump. Not with your leg...

You did your best to limp up the stairs to John and Mary's door and knocked, when Mary opened it you smiled and hugged her, having a little chat and remarking on her medium sized baby bump, then walking to John who was talking to his buddy Mike Stanford and a couple others.

"Happy birthday John!" You smiled happily and set your gift down with the others, walking over and hugging him tightly with a couple pats on the back. John chuckled and smiled "thank you Y/N."

Out of the corner of your eye you caught a mop of curls standing near the snacks, munching on some ginger-nuts. You blushed as he had made eye contact with you at the same time, he looked away quickly though as did you.

Things didn't end too well last time you saw him, you were helping him with a case and organizing some important papers in his flat. Your leg failed accidentally and you stumbled, knocking over important case files that spilled their contents all over. You apologized profusely and cleaned it up the best you could, but he had to go through all of them again to reorganize the papers properly. You left as quickly as you could seeing that Sherlock was a little sour from it as he didn't like his time being taken up with paperwork.

The party really started when everyone else arrived, it was a full house now that hummed with music and laughter. Everyone enjoyed themselves, you even caught a glimpse of Mycroft smiling to himself as he watched his brother dance with Mrs. Hudson to make her happy. You knew Mycroft's soft spot was Sherlock, deep down he loves him very much.

When Sherlock switched out with Lestrade as Mrs. Hudson still wanted to dance, Sherlock got himself a glass of wine and slowly he had made his way to you.

"Evening-"

"Oh um...evening." You replied sheepishly and smiled up at him. "Listen I'm really sorry about before..the files..." you bit your lip, this must have been the hundredth time you apologized.

"It's alright Y/N, it was just an accident." Sherlock assured. "Maybe you could make it up one way." He hummed.

"Anything." You smiled, thinking it was going to be some experiment on you which you had done several before and they were no big deal.

"A dance will do." Sherlock shrugged simply.

"A d-dance?" You stuttered and shook your head. "I'm horrible at dancing-"

"That's Okay." He replied and held out his hand.

"Well I don't know how to dance either, I don't know any styles or anything." You not your lip trying to weasel your way out of it. You whipped your head around to see if anyone was watching, you didn't want people to see how clumsy and uncoordinated you were with your leg. When you were young a ligament didn't form properly so your leg basically drags or falters sometimes. It's extremely embarrassing for you since it causes a lot of people to stare most of the time.

As if it was all set up everyone was dancing with a partner, even Mycroft. Like you were at a ball and Prince Charming had offered you his hand at that moment.

Your head whipped back to Sherlock and he had a cheeky smile knowing you couldn't refuse now.

"Go slow okay?" You sighed slightly and took his hand, blushing when his arm wrapped around your hips. "Of course." Sherlock purred softly and slowly moved his feet so yours would counter his, just a slow step was all you needed to dance to the slow and soft music. Sherlock was careful of your leg, not making any moves to perhaps make it falter.

Slowly as you and everyone else swayed to the music, the laughter continued, the music buzzed, and laying your head on Sherlock's chest, you felt the entire world was perfect at that moment. Like you were perfect.