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Title: For Science
Author: AnotherFnGrl
Rating: PG
Summary: Sherlock is doing an experiment. John's happy to help.
"Sherlock, what is this?"
"Oh, those are pig intestines. I'm conducting an experiment to see if medication could be injected posthumously directly into the digestive system to simulate an overdose. It's for a cold case."
"That's very nice, but why are you doing it on top of my leftovers?"
"..."
"You know, the to go box I grabbed yesterday when you dragged me out of the restaurant immediately after my food arrived because you just had to test some theory on the London Eye? You never explained that, by the way. What case was that for?'
Sherlock smiled mysteriously. Truthfully, there'd been no case on the Eye, he'd just been suddenly overwhelmed by an intense desire to have John all to himself. The server at the restaurant had been flirting with his friend, and Sherlock had wanted out. He'd heard the Eye was romantic, and it seemed an ideal choice for phase one of his new experiment.
And phase two was going swimmingly. He'd been sure that John would plan to eat yesterday's leftovers for dinner, having not gotten around to them upon returning the night before. By destroying them with an experiment (which really was for a case, even if he didn't have to be quite so messy about it), he'd ensured that John would be at loose ends for dinner, allowing Sherlock to take him out as an 'apology': phase two of the experiment.
This was perhaps the most rewarding experiment Sherlock had ever engaged in. He'd realized some time before that John fascinated him, far more than anyone else ever had, and he'd slowly begun coming to the realization that he might be in love with his flatmate. Thus began the experiment.
Sherlock intended to woo John, but he wanted to do it properly.
Unfortunately, he had no experience with wooing, so he did his research and discovered the most common kinds of first dates. He'd broken them down into: exciting experiences, such as the Eye, dinner dates, which he intended to test tonight, and trips to the cinema.
He knew John was a closet sci fi fan, so he intended to set up an opportunity for John to make a Star Wars reference tonight at dinner, allowing him to admit he'd never seen the movies and 'decide' that he needed to, in case a reference to them ever impacted a case. That would allow him to take John to the special weekend screening of the original trilogy taking place at a small cinema over the weekend.
Once all three types of date had been completed, Sherlock would be able to analyze John's behavior during each and determine what kind of first date he would most likely prefer. He'd simultaneously been testing his flatmate's feelings for various kinds of flowers (mainly by dragging him through parks and florist's displays for 'shortcuts' during chases) and had determined that John was most likely something of a traditionalist. He seemed to prefer roses.
So next week, Sherlock would ask John to clear his Friday evening. He would tell him that it was important, but not what he needed his friend for. Then he would dress up (experimentation had shown John to be partial to his wearing purple, so probably a new suit and a purple shirt- he was considering going shopping for a purple tie as well) then disappear shortly before the appointed time. While out, he would purchase a dozen red roses. Then when he returned, he would knock on the door, simulating a date arriving, and when John answered, present him with the roses and ask for his company to the cinema/a restaurant/ whatever attraction Sherlock could come up with.
For now, Sherlock just smiled mysteriously at his friend. "Come along. We'll go to Angelo's and I'll get you dinner, if you promise not to disturb the intestines."
"They disturb me," John shot back, but he was smiling, and didn't seem all that put out. Sherlock wondered if it was just the promise of fresh, delicious food instead of reheated leftovers, or if perhaps John was also eager to spend an evening together. He hoped it was the latter.
"You still owe me an apology for ruining my dinner," John said as Sherlock put on his scarf and jacket.
"Dinner isn't restitution enough?" Sherlock asked, hiding his concern. The experiment's results would be invalid if John was angry with him going into the evening. It would skew his reactions.
"I think you can do better," John said, and Sherlock recognized that he was teasing.
"Isn't the knowledge that a murderer might be brought to justice sufficient?" Sherlock asked.
"You know, I don't think it is," John said, and suddenly Sherlock was being tickled. He struggled where John had him pinned to the wall, laughing uncontrollably, and suddenly John was kissing him. It was a light, exploratory kiss, but Sherlock returned it with enthusiasm before pulling back.
"Wait, you'll skew the data!" he insisted, tilting his face away from John's, although he made no move to escape the other man's grip.
"The data?" John asked, amused. Sherlock noted that the other man's lips were slightly red from rubbing against his own, and the thought sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
"I've been conducting an experiment to determine your ideal first date. You've ruined it, though. None of my research was geared toward couples who had already begun any sort of physical relationship. Some of my findings even explain how to determine the success of the date based on the physical goodbye."
John just stared at Sherlock for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "You could have just asked what kind of date I'd like to go on."
"Very well, what kind of date would you prefer?"
"I'm partial to dinner and a movie dates myself. Nice and traditional."
"Very well, would you accompany me tomorrow to a screening of the Star Wars series? And to dinner of course. Would you prefer to eat beforehand or afterwards?" Sherlock asked quickly and nervously.
"Whichever you'd rather is fine. Breathe, Sherlock. I'd love to go on a date with you."
"Then we're in agreement. And I'm not sorry for ruining your leftovers- you've provided me with invaluable data for my experiment. Sometimes science involves sacrifices."
"Science huh?"
"Of course. Love, after all, can be quantifiably measured in the levels of various chemicals in the brain." Sherlock said, trying to picture his own brain lighting up in stimulation at John's proximity.
"Very well. For science, then," John agreed, bending down and capturing Sherlock in another mind blowing kiss.
Author: AnotherFnGrl
Rating: PG
Summary: Sherlock is doing an experiment. John's happy to help.
"Sherlock, what is this?"
"Oh, those are pig intestines. I'm conducting an experiment to see if medication could be injected posthumously directly into the digestive system to simulate an overdose. It's for a cold case."
"That's very nice, but why are you doing it on top of my leftovers?"
"..."
"You know, the to go box I grabbed yesterday when you dragged me out of the restaurant immediately after my food arrived because you just had to test some theory on the London Eye? You never explained that, by the way. What case was that for?'
Sherlock smiled mysteriously. Truthfully, there'd been no case on the Eye, he'd just been suddenly overwhelmed by an intense desire to have John all to himself. The server at the restaurant had been flirting with his friend, and Sherlock had wanted out. He'd heard the Eye was romantic, and it seemed an ideal choice for phase one of his new experiment.
And phase two was going swimmingly. He'd been sure that John would plan to eat yesterday's leftovers for dinner, having not gotten around to them upon returning the night before. By destroying them with an experiment (which really was for a case, even if he didn't have to be quite so messy about it), he'd ensured that John would be at loose ends for dinner, allowing Sherlock to take him out as an 'apology': phase two of the experiment.
This was perhaps the most rewarding experiment Sherlock had ever engaged in. He'd realized some time before that John fascinated him, far more than anyone else ever had, and he'd slowly begun coming to the realization that he might be in love with his flatmate. Thus began the experiment.
Sherlock intended to woo John, but he wanted to do it properly.
Unfortunately, he had no experience with wooing, so he did his research and discovered the most common kinds of first dates. He'd broken them down into: exciting experiences, such as the Eye, dinner dates, which he intended to test tonight, and trips to the cinema.
He knew John was a closet sci fi fan, so he intended to set up an opportunity for John to make a Star Wars reference tonight at dinner, allowing him to admit he'd never seen the movies and 'decide' that he needed to, in case a reference to them ever impacted a case. That would allow him to take John to the special weekend screening of the original trilogy taking place at a small cinema over the weekend.
Once all three types of date had been completed, Sherlock would be able to analyze John's behavior during each and determine what kind of first date he would most likely prefer. He'd simultaneously been testing his flatmate's feelings for various kinds of flowers (mainly by dragging him through parks and florist's displays for 'shortcuts' during chases) and had determined that John was most likely something of a traditionalist. He seemed to prefer roses.
So next week, Sherlock would ask John to clear his Friday evening. He would tell him that it was important, but not what he needed his friend for. Then he would dress up (experimentation had shown John to be partial to his wearing purple, so probably a new suit and a purple shirt- he was considering going shopping for a purple tie as well) then disappear shortly before the appointed time. While out, he would purchase a dozen red roses. Then when he returned, he would knock on the door, simulating a date arriving, and when John answered, present him with the roses and ask for his company to the cinema/a restaurant/ whatever attraction Sherlock could come up with.
For now, Sherlock just smiled mysteriously at his friend. "Come along. We'll go to Angelo's and I'll get you dinner, if you promise not to disturb the intestines."
"They disturb me," John shot back, but he was smiling, and didn't seem all that put out. Sherlock wondered if it was just the promise of fresh, delicious food instead of reheated leftovers, or if perhaps John was also eager to spend an evening together. He hoped it was the latter.
"You still owe me an apology for ruining my dinner," John said as Sherlock put on his scarf and jacket.
"Dinner isn't restitution enough?" Sherlock asked, hiding his concern. The experiment's results would be invalid if John was angry with him going into the evening. It would skew his reactions.
"I think you can do better," John said, and Sherlock recognized that he was teasing.
"Isn't the knowledge that a murderer might be brought to justice sufficient?" Sherlock asked.
"You know, I don't think it is," John said, and suddenly Sherlock was being tickled. He struggled where John had him pinned to the wall, laughing uncontrollably, and suddenly John was kissing him. It was a light, exploratory kiss, but Sherlock returned it with enthusiasm before pulling back.
"Wait, you'll skew the data!" he insisted, tilting his face away from John's, although he made no move to escape the other man's grip.
"The data?" John asked, amused. Sherlock noted that the other man's lips were slightly red from rubbing against his own, and the thought sent a pleasant shiver down his spine.
"I've been conducting an experiment to determine your ideal first date. You've ruined it, though. None of my research was geared toward couples who had already begun any sort of physical relationship. Some of my findings even explain how to determine the success of the date based on the physical goodbye."
John just stared at Sherlock for a moment, before bursting into laughter. "You could have just asked what kind of date I'd like to go on."
"Very well, what kind of date would you prefer?"
"I'm partial to dinner and a movie dates myself. Nice and traditional."
"Very well, would you accompany me tomorrow to a screening of the Star Wars series? And to dinner of course. Would you prefer to eat beforehand or afterwards?" Sherlock asked quickly and nervously.
"Whichever you'd rather is fine. Breathe, Sherlock. I'd love to go on a date with you."
"Then we're in agreement. And I'm not sorry for ruining your leftovers- you've provided me with invaluable data for my experiment. Sometimes science involves sacrifices."
"Science huh?"
"Of course. Love, after all, can be quantifiably measured in the levels of various chemicals in the brain." Sherlock said, trying to picture his own brain lighting up in stimulation at John's proximity.
"Very well. For science, then," John agreed, bending down and capturing Sherlock in another mind blowing kiss.