[ It's not exactly Sherlock's fault that John's still waiting for his growth spurt. He takes John's hand and rests his other on his waist, waiting impatiently for John to catch up.
Eventually, he huffs and shoves John's hands onto his own waist himself, and he pulls John pointedly closer. Too far away. Slow dancing is meant to be close. ]
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Eventually, he huffs and shoves John's hands onto his own waist himself, and he pulls John pointedly closer. Too far away. Slow dancing is meant to be close. ]
It's much easier than it looks. Are you ready?
[ The music's on cue to start any second now. ]