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[not_a_hero]

I am holding a private party and require entertainment.

Music is a must. Theatre would be nice but I have low expectations from you all. Performing arts in general, really. I want class and culture.

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[not_a_hero]

Why would anyone want to be right, then?

[He kisses his temple gently. Because he can. Because it feels right. Because it's there.]

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[was_a_soldier]

[John's fingers twitch and press against the skin through Sherlock's shirt, tilting his head just slightly into the warm kiss. He doesn't know when or why his eyes slid shut, but when he opens them again they stay half lidded as he brushes the bridge of his nose against Sherlock's jaw line. His mouth, which he opened to respond, clicks shut when no words form, and he can barely get down the thick swallow that follows.

They're still swaying in small steps around one another, though it's more as a single entity now. John barely realizes that the song is coming to an end as softly as it started, not making any indication to signal as much to his partner either.]

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[not_a_hero]

[Sherlock stops moving when the song eventually ends but does not let go.]

Song's stopped.

[Not that they both can't tell. Not that they're both so wrapped up in the small bit of world they currently occupy to be unaware of something small like sound and a lack thereof.]

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[was_a_soldier]

Yeah... So it has.

[John muttered, not moving or shifting his grip at all to attempt stepping away. He does, however, finally raise his head from where they were curled together, looking up at Sherlock, gaze darting over the detective's features.]

Should... Should we start another one? I'm not sure I've got it quite down yet.

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[not_a_hero]

[Sherlock chuckled at the lie as he let go long enough to grab another album and set is down under the needle.]

I suppose we must then. At least once more. Then it would probably be best to take that off before we get it wrinkled.

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[was_a_soldier]

Oh. Right. Afterwards, I will.

[He gnaws on his lower lip as the static of the record under the needle, very aware of the space Sherlock used to occupy and not really wanting to linger on why for both their sakes but just wanting it to be remedied.

And trying to convince himself it probably wouldn't do to kiss his friend again.]

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[not_a_hero]

[Sherlock dances with him one last time, sliding in close, hands comfortably sat back where they had been before. He doesn't have anything more to say and most of what he could say is unneeded. He's comfortable here, with John, breathing in the same breaths. And he feels that John is too.]