Sherlock held onto one of your hips, his lips pressed to your ear as the both of you walked through the ball room. His other hand held the wrist of your opposite arm, his fingers cold against your skin. He inhaled softly, the sound echoing in your ear.

Remember who we’re looking for, darling. He whispered, gripping your wrist. The both of you were pretending to be a couple in order to find a criminal, one of which that was vital to Sherlock’s case. He smiled softly, leading you away.