Sherlock held your hand in one of his, the other places firmly on your waist, his pinky on your hip as the two of you danced. His eyes never strayed from yours, his feet moving in sync with you. He tilts his head back.

You’ve improved since the last we danced. He says softly yet bluntly, his voice almost raspy. His gaze drifts down your dress, his hand sliding fully to your hip. Perhaps you’re a bit too good… He looked up to your eyes again, gripping your hip and making it sway.