Two hours later, we've showered and dressed again. While I was showering, Sherlock had checked the viewing times on the website and we're lucky that there's a showing in about an hours time.
TV and movies are two things that I enjoy a hell of a lotso I'm really looking forward to this date more than I would if we were just going to dinner or something. Of course, that;s not the sole reason I'm looking forward to it. There will be popcorn too! ...Kidding! (Mostly). I'm looking forward to it because it's my first date ever with Sherlock.
Chuckling to myself, too amused by my stupid jokes, I pull on my coat and shoes. Sherlock, who is following my lead, raises an eyebrow but I just shake my head, dismissing the unasked question.
He nods ad moves to put on his scarf. His coat is a big navy thing and seems almost like a trench coat to me - I'm not sure what you'd actually call it. His scarf is blue as well but it's a slightly light shade than his coat. The look suits him.
I bet he'd look cute all wrapped up in gloves and a hat too. Well, we'll see come December time. We're in the end of Novermber, so not long at all.
Sherlock waves his hand in front of my eyes, causing me to suddenly blink rapidly.
"Huh? What?" I ask with a frown. I was having some cute thoughts, why'd he interrupt them?
"Oh, nice of you to join me" Sherlock chuckles. "Now, are we going to this movie or do you want to just stand here and space out all day?"
He's smirking at me, finding my daydreaming more amusing than he should. Wait, shit. Oh, Jeez. I didn't say anything out loud without realising it again, did I?
We've already seen what kind of trouble that gets me in. I seriously need to pay more attention.
"Shut up" I mutter the words, shoving his shoulder weakly and without any real malice.
He just laughs before opening the door from me. He is an old man, being all gentlemanly and stuff.
"Such a gentleman" I snort.
Sherlock winks. "Only for you, sweetheart"
I wrinkle my nose up at the pet name. It sounds so girly. The only time guys get called sweetheart, in my experience, is when they're mums are being all lovey dovey and supportive and all that shit. No way do I want Sherlock to be reminding me of my mum.
"Don't call me sweetheart. My mum calls me that"
"Can I call you Jim?" He's still got that teasing tone. It's starting to piss me off.
I shake my head at the question. "Not yet"
"Awh, why?"
"Will you quit because so playful!" I snap. "I'll let you call me Jim when I'm ready"
We laspe into silence as we continue to walk down the road. Sherlock's smile drops and I feel a bit guilty but I can't help thinking that he's just so annoyingly cheerful at times. I'm really not good with happy people. I want to hurt them.
It's just my.. temperamental temper. Temperamental temper? Amazing wording, Jim. Not.
I sigh as we round a corner and move closer to Sherlock, linking our fingers together and squeezing as an apology or something like that. He can look into the squeeze however he likes. He smiles and nods, accepting whatever I might have been saying with the hand holding thing.
He continues to hold my hand as we walk, his large one covering my smaller ones. Wow, that does wonders for my manliness.
"What do you plan to do after this year?" Sherlock questions all of a sudden. "After your exams, I mean"
Despite being a bit confused at the sudden question, I answer any way. "I'm staying on at sixth form. It's easier"
Sherlock nods. "What will you study?"
"Not french" I answer immediately. Sherlock laughs at that, nodding and and then gestures for me to continue. "Graphics and art.. Then something else. Maybe photography.. or Media. I'm not sure yet"
"What do you want to be when you leave school?"
"No clue..." I shrug. "What's with all the questions?"
"I'm just curious about you" Sherlock says, giving me an absolutely gorgeous smile as he says it. "I want to get to know you better"
"By asking really teacher-y questions?" I raise an eyebrow.
Sherlock frowns. "I'm not asking as a teacher. I'm asking as someone interested in your life"
"Oh... Right. Er, okay." Quickly, I offer a sheepish smile.
Sherlock chuckles. He laughs at me a lot, doesn't he?
It's not far to the ciema now and we don't really talk much as we walk the rest of the way, neither of us big on small talk. We keep our fingers laced together, though, the small amount of contact reassuring that my temper hasn't caused any issues.
We walk into the cinema hand in hand and Sherlock pays for the tickets, laughing and wiping his eyes when I'm asked for ID. Twat.
"It's a fifteen! I do not look anything like a fourteen year old!" I complain to the woman as I search my pockets and drag out my student bus pass to show that I'm sixteen, almost bloody seventeen.
"You'll be pleased to look younger than you are when you grow up, love" She smiles.
"You're barely over twenty. Don't talk to me like I should respect you because you're a few years older" I hiss, glaring at her.
"All right. Sorry. You and your dad have a nice time" She smiles, tone sickly sweet. It's clear that she knows Sherlock isn't my dad and is just being a cow. A cow with too much make-up and bad hair.
That's when Sherlock stops laughing. He glares at the woman for a long time before he leans down and presses a soft kiss to my lips, making his point without saying a word and then he leads us up to the area for buying popcorn and drinks.
I glance back to see the woman looking repulsed. Bitch.
Sherlock buys me the largest popcorn there was on sale and gets a large drink too for us to share. We go to the screen and this time I'm let in without being questioned on my age by the person checking tickets. Good.
We find our seats without trouble. Sherlock had paid for premiere seats and so our view of the screen was better and we had a little more room for for feet. Sherlock places the drink in the holder between up and stabs both straws into it before he puts an arm around my shoulders.
The popcorn rests in my lap and I lean towards Sherlock a little, enough that it's obvious I want to be close but not so much my ribs are uncomfortably pressed to the arm rest between us. I pick at the popcorn but mentally set a line where I will stop eating. I always do this. If I eat down to that metal line during the adverts, I'll stop and not eat anymore popcorn until the movie starts.
Sherlock begins to kiss my neck as the adverts begin and the lights go off.
"What are you doing?" I ask
"Kissing you." Sherlock replies in an obvious tone.
I pull back and frown at him. "Why?"
Sherlock frowns back. "Am I not allowed to kiss you?"
"Well, yeah but.. I don't know. It's my neck." I shrug, hoping I was explaining myself. "Feels a bit.. sexual.. Too intimate for public" I add.
He nods in understand and kisses my cheek. "All right. I never guessed you'd be against PDA"
I laugh at that and pulls him close by his neck, pressing our mouth together. There's a few short, rapid kisses and then we pull back to just smile at each other.
"It's quite exciting..." I murmur.
Sherlock raises an eyebrow. "What is?"
I don't control the way a blush covers my cheeks. "Just.. being out with you.. Possibly getting caught by someone that knows us, knows that you're my teacher..." My voice seems to grow quieter and more embarrassed as I go on.
Sherlock chuckles and lifts my chin up so I meet his eyes. I'm not even sure when I looked down, to be honest.
He kisses me, softer and slower than last time. "You're right.. It is exciting. Kinda.. sexy, if you don't mind me saying so."
"No, no, it's fine. You're right. It is sexy."
We both laugh again and then kiss again before turning back to the screen, watching the rest of the adverts. Sherlock's arm stays around my shoulders the whole movie. The popcorn doesn't even ladt half the movie but Sherlock doesn't seem to care that I'm a pig, so it doesn't matter (and, yes, I did eat it all on my own - Sherlock didn't want any).
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