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Sherlock finally asked John on a first date. John was dying from curiosity wondering what he came up with. He tried to grill him for answers but Sherlock wouldn’t budge.
“Are we going to a crime scene?”
“No”
“Are we going to the morgue?”
“No”
“Are we going to stop a crime from being committed?”
“NO”
“Do I dare to suggest a restaurant then?”
“No”
John sighed and stopped asking questions.
***
In the appointed day john was very nervous. Sherlock didn’t reveal anything about where they were going and he didn’t know what he should wear; formal, casual, costumes… John snorted at the last thought, although you never knew with Sherlock. He finally decided to dress normally and wait to see if Sherlock would say anything about it; he didn’t. They left the apartment at one p.m.
They hailed a cap, Sherlock gave a piece of paper to the cabbie who nodded and took off. John stared at the window forcefully stopping himself from asking Sherlock about their destination. If Sherlock wanted it to be a surprise so be it.
To his astonishment the cap pulled at a private airport. Sherlock paid and left waiting impatiently for John to come out as well. John got out reluctantly wondering for the hundredth time what was Sherlock planning.
Sherlock walked purposefully to a waiting jet. He climbed up expecting John to follow, which he did. John’s eyes widened at the luxury of the interior of the plane. Sherlock slouched on one of the seats and he dazedly sat opposite to him.
“What is this?”
“A plane?”
“Sherlock!!”
“Courtesy of Mycroft”
“Ah!”
They were silent after that. There were two glasses of champagne on the table between the seats. He gratefully grabbed one. He debated with himself if he should ask any more questions and decided against it. He would wait and be surprised like Sherlock intended him to be.
***
They were up in the air for about an hour when Sherlock suddenly asked.
“So, how do you like it?”
“Excuse me?”
Sherlock rolled his eyes.
“The date. How do you like it?”
John was confused for a second before his eyes widened in understanding.
“You mean this is the date. On the airplane?”
“Yes.”
“It’s…” John paused and looked at the luxurious interior of the jet, the two fancy glasses of champagne, and the gorgeous scenery seen out of the window. He looked back at Sherlock who had a concentrated look on his face. John smiled.
“It’s wonderful.”
Sherlock smiled back.
“So, this what you came up with?”
“Yes. I found it as the best solution to enjoy your company without having to tolerate the idiocies of other people.”
John have got to hand it to Sherlock at the ingenuity of the plan. And it has one important merit; even if Lestrade wanted to consult Sherlock, he couldn’t reach him.
John was feeling content as he sipped from his glass.
“So how do you like the idea of sex in the air?”
John chocked on his champagne.