Alice sat on the couch with Johns laptop, bored out of her mind. John was out on another date, and Sherlock was in his chair, reading a book Alice had recommend him.

She wore black leggings, one of Sherlocks white sleeping tee-shirts and his red housecoat. He wore His normal pyjamas and had a couple nicotine patches on his arm. He seemed thoroughly enthralled in the book, and held it only a few inches from his face. His eyes were scanning the pages quickly and he turned over to a new one in less than a minute.

Alice was typing furiously, in a heated debate about which was better; peanut butter or Nutella, on Facebook. Usually the constant clicking of the keys would annoy Sherlock beyond belief, but he was in the zone.

Eventually the red-head got so frustrated, she literally shouted in anger. Sherlock immediately looked up in worry.

"What happened?" He asked worriedly.

"Nothing," She growled, exiting out of Facebook and going to a website she had heard about earlier that week.

"Was it the peanut butter/Nutella debate again?" Sherlock asked knowingly. She sighed and nodded, not taking her eyes off the screen. Sherlock looked back to his book. "Nutella's better," He said quickly, going back into his reading zone. She pursed her lips and ignored the comment.

After exactly three point six minutes of the website called 'Cleverbot', she sighed again and turned off the laptop.

"Sherlock," She called, looking at him intently. He ignored her, nearing the end of his book. "Sherlock," She repeated. He still didn't look away. "Sherlock!" She shouted. He glanced up at her, only his eyes visible from where he was holding the book.

"What?" He asked, sounding rather annoyed.

"I'm bored," She complained.

"Congratulations," He muttered sarcastically, looking back to the book.

"Sherlock. I'm bored. Fix it," She ordered, sounding like a spoiled child. He actually lowered the book this time, but only down to where she could see his face. The book blocked his neck from view.

"Excuse me?" He asked, his expression the equal of a parent who's kid just called them dumb. She realized how her last sentence sounded and looked down into her lap briefly.

"Sorry. But I'm bored. Will you do something with me?" She said quietly, giving him her best puppy dog eyes. She was facing the fire, so the light shone in her eyes. She knew that would happen, and was using it to her advantage.

"...But, I'm almost done," He nearly whined. She stuck her bottom lip out in the slightest. "Argh! Fine!" He slammed the book shut, not bothering with a bookmark because he just memorized the page number he was on. As he did this, she smirked and put her lip back where it was supposed to be.

"Thank you, Sherlock!" She said happily, jumping up off the couch. He rolled his eyes.

"What do you want to do?" He asked, slowly standing from his chair and looking down at her.

"You know what I want to do," She said, putting her right hand on her waist. He sighed in annoyance.

"But you can't play!" Sherlock moaned.

"That's why I want you to teach me!" She shot back.

"I already did," he said defiantly.

"For more than five minutes." She rolled her eyes. He glared at her. "Please, Sherlock. I want to be able to play with you," She asked, not using her eyes or lip to her advantage. Just asking. He scanned her face for a few moments.

"Fine," He submitted, standing a little less tall. Alice smiled happily and watched Sherlock get his violin ready.

(Sherlock's POV: )

As I readied the instrument, she watched my hands move eagerly. I didn't know why she was so intent on me teaching her the violin. I knew she had always liked it and that she had always wanted to learn, but she wouldn't look for instructors. She always pestered me about it. not that I minded the attention, but why me?

When I was done I looked up at her expectantly. She came over with what people would call 'a spring in her step'. She just looked like an overexcited child to me. Though, her childishness was quite amusing at times.

I handed her the instrument carefully and she put it under her chin and moved her fingers to the correct position as I had shown her. I handed her the bow and she held it out, not sure what to do past that. I sighed.

"Put the bow on the strings but don't move it yet," I sighed. She did as she was told, but was still lost. I rolled my eyes and went up and stood behind her, putting my hand on the one holding the bow, and my other on the hand on the neck. I was lucky my arms were long enough to do so. Unfortunately, I was not tall enough to see what I needed to see, so I moved my head beside hers. Our faces were touching, and she suddenly got very hot. She was blushing. Why was she blushing?

"Are you okay?" I asked, turning to look at her.

"Of course I'm okay. I'm perfectly okay. I'm the..." She trailed off, moving the bow away from the strings and waving the tip in a circle and thinking for a moment. "I don't know. I'm okay." She said quickly. I raised an eyebrow.

"You're talking quickly and saying 'okay' a lot." I said calmly. She put her tongue in her cheek and looked ahead of her.

"And?" She asked, trying to be nonchalant.

"And you only do that when, a: You're 'freaking out' or, b: Incredibly nervous." I said, actually being nonchalant.

"Why would I be nervous?" She snapped.

"I don't know I was asking you. Why were you blushing?"

"Cos I was so close to you! Alright? I blushed cos of the contact with you." She sighed.

"Why- I don't understand. It is just contact." I said, furrowing my brows. She sighed and set the bow and violin down, breaking away.

"I'm tired of waiting. You aren't gonna ever notice and if you do you won't understand. I know this is irrational and you won't like it and probably make me leave cos it wouldn't work with the detective work or just in general, but I don't care it's irritating me." She ranted. I looked at her, tilting my head to the side a bit. I had no idea what she was going to do; she was unpredictable.

She stepped up to me and grabbed my suit coat lapels and pulled me down, and kissed me, all in one fluid movement.

She quickly broke away and stepped back, blushing furiously but a stern, flat look on her face. I just stared back at her, a bit in shock.

"So if that's all I'll get my things and leave." She said, turning on her heel and starting to walk to the bedroom. I grabbed her arm gently. I needed more time to think about this and I didn't need her running off. She looked back at me and then went to her previous spot in front of me.

"...So, you are attracted to me. Correct?" I asked after a couple more moments of consideration. She nodded. "And you want to move out and quit helping with cases?" I continued.

"I don't want to, but it won't work." She answered.

"Why not?"

"Cos you would know and it would be awkward and cos when we would be in danger I would do anything to save you, more than John, and that wouldn't make you happy and John would be weirded out and- ugh! It just wouldn't work, okay?" She was rambling still. She was nervous again. I chuckled a little and she looked up at me.

"So that's what that feeling is." I said quietly, smiling a bit. She furrowed her brows.

"What?" She asked.

"I notice the smallest things about you. You wash your hair with lavender shampoo and apricot body wash. If you don't dry your hair after you shower you get a headache and get cranky. You say 'okay' a lot when you're nervous or worked up, and you have a very particular chess strategy that works on everyone but me. You bite your lip when you're thinking and you put your tongue in your cheek when you're getting impatient. You lick your lips a lot, but even more when you're tired. Do you see? I notice all these useless, irrelevant things about you and I remember them for some reason."

"...you noticed all that?" She asked, biting her lip a bit.

"And more."

"Like what?"

"You take your coffee exactly like mine, but when you're in a particularly good mood you add cream and and another sugar. You really don't like tea all that much but you take it to be polite and you usually drink it. Your favorite television program is Doctor Who and you are very passionate about it, but you don't talk about it much in front if us. Your favorite color is dark green and you are ambidextrous but you favor your right hand. Would you like more?" I listed. She shook her head no, her eyebrows raised in surprise, and she was still biting her lip.

"Um, so, what was that feeling? That you didn't understand?" She asked, shifting her weight from foot to foot.

"I think... I am attracted to you too." I said slowly, smiling a bit. She paused for a moment, before she slowly walked up to me, and wrapped her arms around me and rested her head on my chest. She was hugging me. I awkwardly and slowly put my arms around her as well. She seemed to like that.

"So it's okay then? I can stay?" She asked, not moving.

"You never had to leave." I said dryly. She chuckled and sighed through her nose, stepping back now and blushing again.

"It that it, then?" She asked, smiling.

"I want to try and kiss you but I'm not sure how it would turn out." I said, completely serious. She giggled a little. ...Wait, giggled? Alice White does not giggle.

"I could help." She offered, smiling sheepishly and blushing a bit again.

"Please." I confirmed. She, still smiling, stepped up to me and stood on her tip-toes and kissed me softly, just pressing her lips to mine. I found a sudden burst of courage and gently cupped her face with one hand, and with the other pulled her closer to me by the small of her back. She chuckled and kissed me like I had seen people on telly do it, but softer. I began kissing back, and after a few minute's of fumbling, I got the hang of it.

"What the h***...?" John's unmistakeable voice asked. Alice broke away very quickly and she ran into my bedroom, slamming and locking the door. I looked after her, ignoring John standing wide-eyed at the door. He cleared his throat and I looked at him.

"Yes?" I asked innocently, straightening my suit.

"It took you two long enough!"

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Sorry it's a lame ending. Hopefully it was fluffy enough for you guys. =)