punchmeitssubtext: (Not bad.)
Sherlock Holmes ([personal profile] punchmeitssubtext) wrote in [personal profile] theonewhocounted 2017-02-24 12:17 am (UTC)

[ooc: ooh! You might like the documentary "Afternoon of a Faun", about Tanaquil Le Clercq, who was a star of the NYC Ballet and went on to advise and mentor at the Dance Theatre of Harlem after she contracted polio. lots of amazing archival footage of her performances, and she was a fascinating lady in general. :D and honestly someone needs to cast Benedict as a dancer somewhere, because he's impressively physical. that stripper sketch on SNL didn't count.]

He turns his head to look at her, to take in that warm and knowing and delighted smile on her face, and immediately he knows his brain's on a timer. Logic is losing ground with every passing second, fading as desire hits him like the first delayed tingles of an oncoming high.

"Eager not to be arrested for public indecency," he says, his voice pitched somewhere between a purr and a growl. His grip on her hand tightens a little and he tugs her along, steering the two of them easily towards the coat check. Other ways detective skills are useful in the context of a relationship: knowing how to find the quickest way out of a crowded area.

The acquaintance he'd paid at the beginning of the night to watch their things sees him hurrying over and darts out from the coat check to hand them back. And, because he's Sherlock and of course he'd know the layout of this place backwards and forwards, Sherlock manages to find a nearly-hidden corridor for them to cut through onto a side street so they can avoid the rush to catch a cab out front.

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