#i am speedy and i can rush but also......just....do that monday

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shoutout to every customer coming in the last hour we were open and special shoutout to the one who came in 1min before we closed and tried to discuss if we still had something available (we don’t) and wanted me to check just to be sure (like literally we don’t sir you’re glasses are antique by now please leave) and then wished us a good closing shift later me and my coworker just said “....now” as they left and raced to close up

just sure last hour and little things are fine but one came in 15mins to get his glasses fully fixed which would require taking them fully apart so uh no come in next week and just the last guy “i need these adjusted” “okay-are they loose or too tight?” “they dont fit behind the ears” .....i guessed that much but HOW do they not fit? too tight too loose too smth else add to that i couldnt even do much because the material was too hard by now so...eh lucky for me because we didnt have to sit around too long and wait but also fucking christ

we were open since 9am you really couldnt have found any other time except 1min before closing? aka 4pm? really? are you sure that was soooo necessary but not necessary enough to not come by ANY other time?

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Blueberry Pancakes (The Dirt! Nikki/Tommy)

Pt. One

(Summary: Nikki wakes up with Tommy in his bed, and tries to remember what happened the night before.)

Warnings: Alcohol, slight smut, swearing

Nikki’s POV

Oh God, my head hurt. What day was it? Saturday? Monday? Tuesday? I didn’t know. All I knew was that I was hungover, and I needed more sleep.

I rolled around in my bed, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position, when I bumped into something. That something was Tommy Lee. What the fuck happened last night? Just how drunk was I?

I looked over at him despite myself. His face was completely covered in the sheets he pulled over from my side of the bed. Okay, so he was a blanket hogger. Good to know. -Wait. Why would that be good to know? Scratch that bit.

Although I couldn’t see his face, I could tell it was Tommy by that huge, trademark hair of his. I’d never say it aloud, in fact I almost never even think it, but sometimes I got jealous of Tommy’s hair. Only sometimes.

I was shaken out of my thoughts when Tommy rolled over, finally revealing his face. Damn, was he pretty. Even when he was drooling he was gorgeous. He looked so peaceful and happy. The happiness, I’m glad to say, I was used to. But the peacefulness was a nice change of pace. Now don’t get me wrong, I loved the usual restless, wild Tommy. We were absolute hell when we were being restless and wild together -get your mind out of the fucking gutter- We were the Terror Twins, after all. It was just nice to see him all calm and relaxed. He deserved it. You know what else he deserved? Some fuckin blueberry pancakes.

I quietly get dressed, without disturbing Tommy, shielding my eyes from the ultra-bright sunlight that somehow came in so vibrantly from the closed curtains. I get a little dizzy now and then thanks to the hangover, but I power through it. This routine is nothing new. Aside from Tommy being here, someone I care about, instead of just some groupie I hardly knew.

I walked into the kitchen, and looked for any clues that might have told me what happened the night before. There was nothing unusual besides Tommy’s jacket on the ground by the door. Somehow, that’s exactly what my brain needed to get the memory stirring.

~Last night~

~ Tommy and I rushed in, practically hanging of each other. I tore off his jacket, leaving it on the floor, as he smothered me with wet, speedy kisses, starting at my lips, and making his way down my neck. A small moan escaped my lips. 

We were both completely wasted. Nothing new there. What was new, was the sensation Tommy was giving me. We had never kissed before that night, but in that same night, we went way over that line.

We made our way to the bedroom, and things escalated pretty quickly from there. The weirdest thing about all this was how much I enjoyed it. And I don’t just mean Tommy’s body -Although Tommy’s body was a huge plus- but just being with Tommy alone, for once. All alone. All to me. ~

~Present~

Okay, so with that, and some other pieces I’d put together, we didn’t just get drunk and fuck. We talked and danced at some club.

~Last Night~

~ “Hey, Tommy,” I greeted Tommy, who was sitting at the bar, trying to get some big shot producer to leave him alone. “Why don’t you piss off, Suit?” I said to the producer. He left immediately, as if I was the first person to say this. 

The waitress came and took my order of a rum and coke. Tommy was at least buzzed, I could tell. 

“Hey, Nik,” he smiled. “You look nice tonight. Did you do something new? Maybe new lipstick?” He was staring at my lips, and complementing my lipstick when I wasn’t even wearing any. Yeah, he was definitely drunk. 

I laughed, “Thanks, dude.”

“Dude’s getting kind of old. Why don’t you come up with another name for me? Maybe even change my last name.” He winked.

I stammered. “Uh, yeah, sure, Tommy. Whatever you want.”

“You mean that? Anything I want?”

A waitress came and brought me my drink, and I chugged it down quickly, wanting to keep talking to Tommy. I knew he was just saying all this because he was drunk, but I wouldn’t deny that I loved it.

Another waitress past by, and saw that I had emptied my drink, so she slid me another one, which I also knocked back.

“Anything,” I challenged, leaning forward. Tommy leaned forward too, and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me. 

Instead he said, “Come dance with me.” 

Before I could even answer, he had dragged me to the dance floor. Vince was off on the side, flirting with some girl, and Mick sat at the bar, drinking.

Unsurprisingly, Tommy was a great dancer. What he did with his hips, I couldn’t even describe. Soon he held out his hand for me to grab, and he pulled me into his arms, flush against him. He grabbed my waist, and somehow managed to bring me even closer to him. 

“T-Tommy,” I stutter, completely red faced. Just what was he trying to do to me?

“Yeah, baby?” He whispers breathily into my ear. I shiver, and he’s so close he can feel it. “There a problem?”

“Yes,” I thought. “You’re not in my bed.” “No, Tommy Boy. Nothing’s wrong.” He laughed his amazing laugh at “Tommy Boy”.

“Good. I wouldn’t want you to be…” He thrusted his hips into mine, causing me to go weak. “uncomfortable,” he purred.

“Tommy, we’re in public,” I told him, voice threatening to give out. I looked over to Mick and Vince who were now both at the bar, laughing senselessly at us.

“Then come on,” he whispered in my ear. “Let’s have some booze.” And with that, he slowly dragged his hand across my chest before swaying off to the bar. I followed, not knowing what else I would do.

Once I made my way through the crowd and to the bar, Tommy had already ordered me a whiskey.

“There you are, Nikki. I was afraid you ran away,” Tommy said, smiling.

“What? Run? From you? Now why would I do that?” I took a swig from my glass bottle, and looked him in the eyes. “I’d never run from you.” 

He leaned in closer. “You mean that?” And then he kissed me. He really fucking kissed me. I’m not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed that our first kiss was when we were both two sheets to the wind, but what are you gonna do? He kissed me, so I wasn���t gonna focus on the little details.

I could see Vince and Mick from the corner of my eye. Mick rolled his eyes at us, but I could see a little smile. Vince looked genuinely surprised that we kissed, which I thought was kind of strange, considering he wasn’t at all shocked to see us practically grinding on the dance floor earlier. 

I kissed Tommy back, because what else would I possibly do? Why would I want to do anything else? His lips were soft, and maybe a little chapped, but that was covered with his blood red lipstick, which I was sure was now on my own lips.

He gently pulled away, and put a bottle up to my lips. I took a sip.

“Stop trying to get me even more drunk than I already am.” He looked at me a little sad. Did he think I only loved him when I was drunk? I fucking loved him weather I was sober or not, and he better have known that. “I love you when I’m sober too, babe.” Did. I. Just. Fucking. Drop. The. L. Bomb. Did. I. Really. Just. Fucking. Do. That.

He looked completely taken aback. That was understandable. But also com-fucking-lutely nerve wracking. 

But then he smiled. He smiled his pretty, gorgeous, life saving smile.

“I love you too, Nikki.” Nosebleed time? No. Not yet. But I did want to fucking faint and fall into his arms. Tommy said he loved me. Tommy said he loved me.

I couldn’t even say anything. So I did what any rational person would do. I grabbed his faced, and smashed it into mine. He giggled into my lips. He was so perfect.

But something was weird… He was absolutely shitfaced, but he hardly smelled or tasted like alcohol. I pulled away and looked at him, confused.

He seemed nervous now. 

“What’s wrong?” It kind of hurt me to see him looking scared of me like this. Did he think he did something wrong?

“Nothing, just…. Are you sober right now?”

I know it’s kind of weird for the first chapter to leave off in a cliff-hanger in a flashback, but whatever. 

At first this was at first gonna only be a short fluff oneshot, but do you really think I control the stuff I write? Do you really?

Anyway, I hoped you liked this, and the second chapter is on it’s way.

@fan-with-issues If anyone else wants me to tag them in the next chapter, all you have to do is ask :)

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A MEMORIAL TO THOSE HURT AND KILLED YESTERDAY IN KENTUCKY,

Skip to content Witches Of The Craft® PRIMARY MENU  We Will Be Closed Today But Back Tomorrow….. Good morning, my dear sweet brothers & sisters of the Craft! As you have probably guessed by now, we are off the internet today. Yesterday took a very heavy toll on all of us. I didn’t realize how heavy the toll would be till the names of the victims were released this morning. One I already knew had been killed at the school, her aunt called me. The other, a fifteen year old young man, my ex-husband worked with his father and knew him also. This area is a tight-knit community and it seems everyone is kin to everyone else or else we know each other. The girl’s aunt called me and I know she was looking for words of comfort. I tried to console her as the best as I could. But that school shooting had opened up old wounds for me and the words became very difficult to find. She asked if I could come and spend some time with her today and I am going. 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Your Monday Morning Roundup

Another week, another Philadelphia Eagles win. This will never get old.

After a complete beatdown of the Chicago Bears yesterday, 31-3, the Birds are an NFL best 10-1 and atop the NFC East as well as the entire conference. Nick Foles made an appearance. Yes, it was that kind of day.

Carson Wentz had three touchdowns and Zach Ertz had 103 receiving yards (the first Philly receiver to do that this season) and one touchdown.

As for the defense, well they were feeling it:

It's electric! http://pic.twitter.com/BNgwvGtNUz

— Chris Jastrzembski (@CFJastrzembski) November 26, 2017

Re-live the fun with our game thread from yesterday and also see what our predictions for the tilt were.

The one downfall of the day was the Eagles were a bit careless with the football with three fumbles. Hopefully we can chalk that up to the team not being zoned in on account of it being the Bears. That certainly was the case on the sidelines:

Bears are so bad that they got the Eagles playing tic-tac-toe on the sidelines http://pic.twitter.com/SbU9XgV0bK

— Laces Out (@LacesOutShow) November 26, 2017

After that type of thrashing, the Bears certainly wanted to get home as soon as possible, but…:

The Chicago Bears are still on the tarmac in Philly. Their plane broke and they’re waiting for another to arrive

— Derrick Gunn (@RealDGunnNBCS) November 27, 2017

The Birds face the Seahawks on Sunday night next week where they may already have the divisional crown locked up. They can clinch the NFC East with a Cowboys loss on Thursday night.

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  The Roundup:

Before kickoff on Sunday, reports came out that the Eagles and Brandon Graham are working on an extension.

Graham is leading that defense that is led by a breath mint:

Tim Jernigan said Jim Schwartz is like a TicTac — small, but strong.

— Les Bowen (@LesBowen) November 26, 2017

Jernigan’s rushing partner Fletcher Cox reportedly is being sued for sleeping with a man’s wife:

In his lawsuit, filed on Nov. 22, Jeffords claims Cox sent her a photo of his penis on Snapchat and followed up with text messages telling her he wanted to knock her up.

Cox was asked about it after the game:

Fletcher Cox's comment on the @TMZ report from earlier this week: "I'm here to play football."

That's all, folks.

— Geoff Mosher (@GeoffMosherNFL) November 26, 2017

Although he isn’t commenting, he doesn’t seem like he is denying the situation:

when i tell you i am DECEASED http://pic.twitter.com/yyRLTBhS44

— sen bimmons (@NOflyzonePHILLY) November 25, 2017

The Eagles are clicking on all cylinders, and are even garnering attention in the Wall Street Journal:

The Philadelphia Eagles are very good. I know: I’m really going out on a long limb of courage here, after the Eagles improved to 10-1 following Sunday’s 31-3 demolition of Chicago. I can’t be the only person who’s been quietly waiting for an Eagles implosion, which has yet to happen—and may not, because this Philadelphia outfit is balanced and confident. It has an MVP fave in tall person and second-year quarterback Carson Wentz; It has one of the league’s highest-rated defenses; There’s a giddy optimism around the club that feels, well, un-Philly-like.

To put a bow on the Birds’ game, this column in the Philly.com sums up the Eagles winning ways’ and how we all just expect it now:

That’s an important distinction, and it starts with a word we mentioned earlier: habit. Talk to Jenkins, talk to Smith, talk to anyone in that locker room who has experienced NFL success, and they’ll tell you the best teams they have seen are the ones for which success has become habitual. The state that they occupy is the NFL’s equivalent of nirvana, one in which victories are not fortuitous ends but inevitable byproducts of each week of practice: Of course, we won. It was the only potential outcome.

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Around the rest of the NFL, the Rams snapped the Saints winning streak, the Bills beat the Chiefs, and the Panthers just got by the Jets.

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It was a wild weekend on the college football gridiron and off it as well with the coaching carousel spinning about 1,000 times over the holiday weekend.

On Friday, Pitt upset #2 Miami and then #6 Auburn upset #1 Alabama in the Iron Bowl on Saturday. #9 Ohio State and Michigan battled early before the Wolverines blew it down the stretch.

Locally, #10 Penn State whopped Maryland 66-3 and Temple took down Tulsa 43-22 to become bowl eligible.

The College Football Playoff Rankings are sure to change, just as the AP Top 25 did on Sunday. Here’s the top 10:

Clemson

Oklahoma

Wisconsin

Auburn

Alabama

Georgia

Miami

Ohio State

Penn State

TCU

Off the field, a lot of coaching changes occurred. Texas A&M fired Kevin Sumlin, Florida hired Dan Mullen and Ole Miss took the interim tag off of Matt Luke.

The two biggest storylines were Chip Kelly’s return to coaching as the former Eagles head coach signed with UCLA and Tennessee was going to sign Greg Schiano as its new head coach, until the internet caught wind of it.

Here is a complete list of the moves.

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The Sixers were without Ben Simmons on Saturday night and Joel Embiid played with a cold, but that did not matter as Philly took down the Magic. Our Kevin Kinkead’s has observations, including this:

Playing with a cold, Joel Embiid looked tired early.

He missed shootaround on Saturday morning and said he was having trouble breathing while also dealing with a headache.

But he didn’t want to skip out on the game because, he told reporters, he had missed two entire seasons already. He’s not going to miss out on court time if he doesn’t have do.

Brett Brown, speaking of Embiid’s sluggish start, drew comparisons to playing at altitude, explaining that the center just needed to find a second wind.

So after starting off with three turnovers, a foul, and two missed shots during his first shift, he came back in with 3:51 in the first quarter to hit his first shot and add his first assist.

World collided before that game as new Phillies manager Gabe Kapler was in the house and rung the bell:

New @Phillies manager Gabe Kapler ringing 🛎 at @sixers

Did not put a crack in it http://pic.twitter.com/nYsdGOHhso

— John Clark (@JClarkNBCS) November 26, 2017

Philly now has 11 wins and is on pace for 50, according to Basketball Reference. That is third most in the East, according to those projections.

The Sixers host Lebron James and the Cavs tonight at 7pm.

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The Flyers, well they are pitiful and losers of 7 straight games now after falling in OT on Friday and nothing seems to be going right. Our Anthony SanFilippo did not hold back:

The Flyers need a change.

And I’m not just talking about a nominal change like calling up the speedy Danick Martel to add a little juice to the offense, I mean something big. Something impactful. Something that would grab headlines.

It could be a big trade, but with the roster already one of the youngest in the NHL, that wouldn’t make much sense.

So, maybe the organization needs to look elsewhere. Maybe it needs to look at the coach.

And I know I’m not the only one who thinks this way.

The Flyers face the Penguins tonight at 7pm.

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College basketball is starting to warm-up and Alabama played with just three players in a game over the weekend.

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In non-sports news…

A large volcano erupted in Indonesia.

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My first dive into fanficition.  unbeta’d. 

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He looked at the scene around him. He was calculating, discriminating, and deducing every bit of information; coalescing it all into a memory that was unlikely to be forgotten. There were a hundred people in the room creating a cacophony of exuberant voices, clinking glasses, and silverware scraping along fine china. It was loud and disconcerting, but he didn’t let it interfere with his thought process.

Sherlock didn’t need to deduce that he was at a wedding. It was his wedding after all. He could tell, however, that his mother was exactly a half a drink away from total inebriation based upon her smudged lipstick and flyway hair. He could also see that Mycroft was having no fun at all by the way he was fiddling with his scotch glass, glancing at his wristwatch, and wearing a decidedly obvious frown. At that thought, Sherlock smirked inwardly then continued to take in the details around the room. He noticed that the room held more people than he actually cared for aside from John, Mary, Mrs. Hudson, and a handful of others. He promptly realized that it didn’t matter when his eyes landed on his bride.

Sherlock decided that Alice was the most radiant individual in the room. At the moment, she was engaged in quick conversation with Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade, and Sherlock took the time to take inventory of her features.

Her chestnut brown hair was coiffed into a simple bun fastened at the nape of her neck. At its center, she wore an antique brocade he had bought her while resolving a case in India. Her gown was sleeveless, which exposed her freckled shoulders, and the sweetheart neckline hinted at the slightest swell in her breast. One could follow the toned muscles in her back as the freshwater pearl buttons refracted the light from chandeliers across her skin. The rest of the gown draped elegantly across her body as it flowed onto the floor.

Sherlock knew that Alice was listening to the conversation attentively, as was her nature as a psychologist, but he would be remiss to disregard the furtive, playful glances she continued to throw his way.

The pair met eight months prior, whilst Sherlock was hurriedly leaving his flat at 221B Baker Street, and Alice was, at that exact moment, exiting Speedy’s with a large takeaway bag. Sherlock wouldn’t have noticed her under normal circumstances, but on this blustery day in late March, Alice had been running uncharacteristically late and was rushing to get back to her office in time for her afternoon appointments. In her haste, she had run head first into Sherlock, spilling hot soup and cold tea on his Belstaff and polished shoes. The impact was forceful enough to cause Sherlock to drop his phone onto the pavement and for Alice to become almost entirely drenched in the remaining soup.

Without looking at her, Sherlock began cursing loudly, belying his dismay at the hindrance the accident was causing him. Alice, too, was cursing and attempting to wipe both of them down with the paltry napkins supplied from the café. Eventually, she gave up and removed her coat and jumper to prevent minestrone soup from soaking into her blouse. Surprised at her audacity to undress in the middle of the street, Sherlock finally looked to her and was struck to see a pair of iridescent green eyes staring back at him.

“Watch where you’re going,” she demanded.

“It was you who ran into me,” he forcibly shot back, heated at the exchange.

It was clear that Alice wasn’t going to back down from this fight “If you hadn’t been so singularly focused in your own bloody world, then you would have noticed me coming and altered your course.”

Sherlock was initially amused at the tenor in this woman’s voice, but then he remembered that he had been on his way to gather evidence in a particularly exciting murder case and was rudely interrupted by soup splattered across his freshly laundered overcoat.

“I would love to argue with you…”

“Alice”

“…Alice, but I’ve got plenty to attend to.”

Sherlock turned and moved swiftly down the street, leaving Alice behind. As he raised his hand to hail a cab, she yelled out “You won’t solve it today, you know.”

Sherlock halted. Intrigued, he turned back to her, perplexed at her sudden outburst. “What did you just say?”

She replied, “You won’t solve it today. The case you’re working on. You’re missing essential pieces of information that you’re struggling to uncover. At this moment, you’re on your way to meet with a colleague…no…a friend, who usually helps to stroke your ego and sharpen your focus when you when you get stuck.”

For the first time in his life, Sherlock was dumbfounded. “How…how do you know this?”

Alice smiled, “Your phone in your left hand was open to a text message to a ‘John.’ No last name, just John. You wear no wedding band, so he’s not your husband, but he is close enough to be saved in your contacts by his first name only. He could be your boyfriend, but it’s late on a Sunday afternoon, so if he was your partner, you would presumably be spending the day with him, not running about like a lunatic. Furthermore, your face is contorted into a grimace, bringing out lines that only appear when you are in deep concentration. Your pace is rushed and you have your pea coat turned up against the wind, indicating that you are prepared to walk, or perhaps jog, your way to your destination in case you couldn’t hail a cab immediately.”

“Impressive,” Sherlock mused, “but you didn’t tell me how you knew it was a case I was working on.”

“That part was easy,” she mocked, “Your text message says ‘Working on case. Stuck. Need your input. Coming at once.’ When you dropped your mobile, I read the message as I was handing it back to you.”

Instead of being perturbed, Sherlock found himself even more intrigued by this clumsy, clever woman, and felt compelled to invite her to dinner.

“Dinner,” he said suddenly. “Tonight. 8 pm. Northumberland and Talley Street. Join me?” Alice smiled widely in response, highlighting a set of dimples that accentuated her features in the most delightful way. In that moment, covered in broth and tea, Sherlock realized he was smitten.

She replied, “I’d love to join you for dinner…”

“Sherlock.”

“…Sherlock. Just make sure wherever we’re going doesn’t serve soup.”

Two months after that incidental meeting, Alice moved into the flat on Baker Street. On a gloomy Monday morning ten weeks later, Sherlock left a ring on her pillow for her to discover when she woke. Now they stood in the dance hall, passing glances at each other between their guests.

While Sherlock was totally focused on observing Alice and remembering their first meeting, he didn’t notice John approach him with a plate of carefully arranged petit fours.

“This chocolate ganache is particularly delicious, don’t you think Sherlock?” John remarked.

“Hmm.”

“Sherlock.”

“Hmm?”

“You’re staring again.”

Sherlock broke his gaze and looked pointedly at John. “I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” he lightly accused.

John smiled, crinkling his eyes to indicate his mirth. “You do have a right, you know. You did just marry her. By the way, I think Lestrade may be moving in on your territory. He seems to have an affinity for getting close to your new wife.” They both watched as Greg leaned in to lightly touch Alice’s lower back and speak into her ear. They could see her deftly slide away from his touch and redirect her attention back to Mrs. Hudson. Sherlock smiled, “I think you’re off your game, Dr. Watson. Alice is anything but my territory. She can handle herself.”

John chuckled. “Never thought we’d be standing here, yeah?” John queried.

“No,” Sherlock said quietly, “but I am grateful that we are.”

“Oi. Me too, mate. Mary and I are very fond of Alice. She is wonderful with Rosie and it’s obvious that she is very patient with you.”

“Hmm,” is all Sherlock replied, once again watching as Alice kissed Mrs. Hudson goodbye and lightly giving Lestrade the slip. She turns her head slightly, catching her husband’s eye and breaking into one of her broad smiles. She began to sashay toward Sherlock at the edge of the dancefloor, when all of a sudden; the tone of the music changed and a bright, upbeat tune began to play. Her smile turned mischievous, as she added a bounce to her step in beat with the music.

She’s trying to bait me into a dance, Sherlock thought and moved a half step closer to her. At that exact moment, Mary interceded Alice with a ruddy-cheeked Rosie in tow, and he watched as Alice took delight in lifting the baby from Mary’s arms to dance with her. For the first verse of the song, Alice twirled and bounced Rosie around the room, basking in the golden ballroom light and drawing attention to her newly wedded happiness. For a short while, Rosie enjoyed being shuffled around, but shortly thereafter, she tired of the game and reached for her mother. Alice deftly moved her back into Mary’s arms before resuming her original course toward Sherlock.

Sherlock kept his eyes carefully trained on Alice’s as she approached him. He catalogued the way her neck flushed pink with the exertion of the dance, the way the strands of hair that had come undone from her bun framed her face perfectly, and how the whole room watched her reach toward him.

“Hello, love,” she purred, loud enough for only him to hear her over the music, which continued to build on itself in the background.

“Hello. Enjoying yourself?”

“Mm. I would be if I were dancing with my husband.”

“You know I won’t engage in the frivolous and ridiculous jumping around that you consider dancing, especially in front of all these people.” He paused. “Who are these people, again?” he only mildly seriously inquired.

At this, Alice laughed. “These people are our family and friends…and a handful of people we actually like.”

It was Sherlock’s turn to laugh. “You wicked woman,” he whispered to her.

“If I’m so wicked, then dance with me,” she replied.

“That statement makes no logical sense, and no, I will not dance with you to this song.”

“Suit yourself,” Alice smirked and turned to join their guests on the dance floor. As the music reached a peak, she began jumping with the beat around the floor, clearly enjoying her clever take on her husband’s rejection.

He watched her with an amused grin, knowing the last thing she would expect would be for him to join her in the truly absurd dancing she was adamant on enjoying at the moment. The music slowed for a moment, building into the song’s climax, and Sherlock walked deliberately onto the dance floor. He knew he would have the last word, or dance in this case, and that thought was worth a little humiliation.

He reached Alice and stood stock still for a moment in the midst of the bustling, pulsing, jumping bodies before she noticed him. She abruptly turned from a spin into him, surprised and amused, and the music broke into a penultimate chord. Here it bloody goes Sherlock’s mind spat at him, sparking Sherlock to begin jumping up and down excitedly, holding Alice’s small hands in larger ones. In the span of a second, Alice’s expression turned from surprise to utter joy, and she threw her head back in laughter that no one could hear over the crashing melody of the song. She joined in jumping with him, until a small circle had cleared around them; their guests taking in the scene before them.

It was in this moment, Sherlock knew. Knew that this woman would forever be one step ahead of him, and that would be ok with him.