It's Just A Wedding (Johnlock Fic)

It's Just a Wedding


 John's hands fumbled anxiously as he tried to adjust his bowtie.
"Damn this blasted thing!" John exclaimed, throwing his hands down in defeat.

"Honestly, I don't know why you are fussing so much over this." Sherlock said as he curled his fingers around the silk cloth draping John's shoulder. "This isn't your sister's first wedding. I myself don't think the marriage will last more than a few months, so you shouldn't worry."

John was staring admirably at the way Sherlock's fingers seemed to flow with the silken fabric. He hadn't realized that Sherlock was done talking.
"..John? Are you alright? Really, it isn't as big of a deal as you think. It is only a wedding." Sherlock met John's gaze and John felt his heart flutter. It took him a few seconds to find his voice again.

"No, Sherlock, it's not Harry's marriage that I am worried about. I know she can handle herself… Plus, I can tell how happy she is with this one. Their relationship has worked out brilliantly. It's just…"

"Just what?" Sherlock raised his brow questioningly.

John's eyes fell to the floor as he hung his head, unable to look at Sherlock. Sherlock observed him fiddling with his hands in his pockets; a sign that John felt uncomfortable.
"John..?" Sherlock placed his hand gently on his shoulder, squatting down to meet his friend's height. "John, please tell me. What is it?"

"I can't say"

"Don't be silly. Of course you can." Sherlock smiled assuringly.

John looked at Sherlock and gave a sigh before saying,
"I failed my dance instruction."

Sherlock had to hold back a chuckle.
"Your what?"

"When I found out that we were going to this wedding, I planned on asking you to dance, and I wanted you to be impressed. But I have two left feet and I-I can't dance. I just can't. I'm sorry, I've ruined everything." John sounded on the verge of tears.

Sherlock searched John's eyes while he took this in, and a grin spread across his face.
"Sherlock, look I-"

Sherlock grabbed John's face mid-sentence and pressed his lips firmly against those of the wide eyed doctor. John closed his eyes and took in the salty taste of his friend, the warm smell of skin. It was all too soon when Sherlock released his grip.
"Don't be upset. It was probably for the best" said Sherlock, as though they hadn't just shared their first kiss with one another.

"What do you mean?" inquired John, trying to imprint the taste of Sherlock into his memory.

Sherlock leaned into John's ear and whispered,
"I'd much rather sleep with you than dance with you."

Sherlock lifted his head up and winked at John before turning towards the door. A light pink spread over John's cheeks, making his face take on an almost childlike appearance. Sherlock called to John from the living room,
"We'd better hurry up and get to that wedding. The faster we get there, the faster we can get back home." There was a suggestive tone to his voice that John couldn't help but notice.

John ran past Sherlock out the door while yelling
"I'll call the cab!"

Sherlock's grin spread from ear to ear as he followed John out the flat, closing the door behind him.