i got that tunnel vision for you [closed thread]

[crimeblogger]

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[luciendasky]

Of course, he hadn't expected to hear from John straight away. Calling the next day was something that only the over-eager and inexperienced did, and it was clear to him that John knew how to play the game. A text might have been okay the next day, something off the cuff and testing the waters, but John had told him that he was slow even putting numbers into his contacts, autocorrect was probably not his friend. So it was fine that he didn't call on the first or second day, even on the third. By the forth, Lucien found himself digging his phone out at strange times during the day, just in case he hadn't heard it ring, or the battery had died. By the sixth, he knew that he was being ridiculous and clinging to a hope that wasn't going to happen. He'd said he was in London for a couple of weeks, and one of them was nearly up. He still clung to it though

[crimeblogger]

The sound of Lucien's voice eased something inside of John, and he smiled. Though he knew the other man would not be able to see that, he might still be able to hear it when John spoke. Ah, but it was good to hear that voice, with just the touch of an accent, bright and cheerful. John felt better already, warmer somehow, and he shifted a little on his chair.

"I'm fine, thanks. Listen, I'm sorry I haven't gotten in touch sooner. Work has been absolutely mental." He cringed a little, but it was the truth; work had been demanding all of John's hours the past few days. He paused a moment, taking a breath. Here we go. "I was wondering... Are you still up for that second drink? Dinner, maybe? Or, whatever you'd like to do, it's fine by me." Good God, what was he, fifteen all over again? John liked to think of himself as an eloquent man, but this, this was just rubbish. He felt like a massive tit. A massively eager tit, even. Ah, he could feel himself beginning to blush. Whatever you'd like to do, indeed. John could still hear Lucien's

[luciendasky]

Work was mental. That was it. Lucien smiled, a foolish relief settling over him. He was inclined to believe him too, many others he wouldn't have, but John seemed genuine and not prone to spinning weak excuses. A voice in the back of his head niggled and asked how would he know when he barely knew the man? Maybe he was just accepting the reason because he wanted to. Either way, he accepted it.

"Dinner?" His voice went a little higher, possibly it wasn't noticeable, but he was surprised. That sounded a lot like a date, and Lucien didn't do dates. Except now he decided that maybe he did. A man's got to eat. "That would... I'd like that. Did you have somewhere in mind? I'm free tonight." He's free every night, all he's doing with his time is playing at being a casual tourist with not that much money to burn. He is keen though, John, that choice of wording was spot on, and he didn't want to delay seeing him again any longer.

[crimeblogger]

Did he have somewhere in mind? God, no. No, John had no idea. He was considering the places he'd taken Sarah, Jeanette and... Anne? Anna?... but none of those would do. He just knew he'd want to touch Lucien somehow, place his hand over Lucien's, hold his eyes a moment too long, and to do all that in a public setting, seeing the man again for the first time after that night... it all felt more than a little intimidating. Moreover, John sort of wanted Lucien to himself. They had done the public setting - very public setting - and while John had very obviously enjoyed the thrill of that, he wanted to see what it would be like to be around Lucien in a more... personal setting. And Sherlock would be away for another twenty-four hours, at least