In the  Christmas Eve, you prepared for the gala, and walked downstairs, where Watson and Holmes were waiting for you.

When Holmes saw you, he turned his body towards you, his eyes widened, his mouth was slightly hanging.

''Good lord, you're beautiful'' he mumbled under his breath.

''You are very beautiful, Y/N'' Watson said, smiling at you

''Thank you John'' you smiled, and Holmes glared at Watson, who just smirked under his mustache.

''Shall we?" Holmes asked and extended his arm towards you, smiling

''Yes, we shall'' you smiled back and took his arm.

He smiled at you, and the two of you locked eyes.

The men led you to the hansom, which drove you to the gala.

TIMESKIP, because no one wants to hear Sherlock naming every every single street you cross.

You, Holmes and Watson walked in the huge saloon, where the gala is taking place. Huge crystal chandeliers were hanging from the roof, lighting the entire room with a yellow, warm shine.

Hundreds of people were around, dancing, drinking and having fun.

Watson led the three of you towards a table, where Mary was sitting at.

''Y/N, hi!'' she smiled in the instant she saw you

''Hi Mary. How are you?'' you smiled back, sitting down.

''Oh, I'm doing good. So, you and Mr Holmes are finally together?'' she asked, smiling.

''What? No. Mary, where did you take this idea?'' you asked, a little shocked.

''Oh... well I thought... I'm sorry'' she blushed

''It's no problem'' 

Mycroft approached the table, and patted Sherlock's back.

''Sherly! You finally appeared, ah, and you brought a lady with you. But I thought that you and Miss Y/N were not dating'' Mycroft said

Sherlock stood up and shook his brother's hand.

''We are not'' Holmes said bitterly

''Oh, well then. We need to talk, little brother'' Mycroft said and grabbed his shoulder, dragging him away.

You saw them walking in a far corner of the room, and looking at you while they talked. You looked away, since it is not nice to stare at people who talk.

After a while, you felt a hand gingerly being placed on your shoulder. You tuned around to see Holmes extending his hand to you.

''May I have this dance?'' he asked smiling at you

You smiled back and took his hand, letting him lead you to the dance floor.

''I never did this before'' you reminded him while he glanced down at you

'Just... follow... my... lead'' he said slowly, which made your heart skip a beat, never breaking eye contact.

He wrapped his right arm around your waits and pushed you a little closer towards him, you placed your left hand on his right shoulder while his left hand took your right, and the two of you began to waltz on the growing music.

You looked away, observing other people dancing, and some young ladies looking at the two of you, probably jealous, then you looked back at him, discovering that he never looked away from you.

In the moment you made again eye contact, you were instantly lost in that gorgeous combination of mystery and passion in his eyes. His gaze overtook you, and you lost your train of thought.

You continue to dance, never looking away from each other's eyes.

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A/N: We're one chapter away from the end.

Word count: 674