Sometimes, in my particular line of work, I have younger clients from important parents. I was asked to dress a sixteen-year-old for her best friends birthday party and yet all she cared about was the shade of pink her wore.

"And you're sure this outfit will make me the talk of the party?" Best friend my ass, a best friend would seem to be a code word for richest parents daughters know each other. The popular people.

"Yes, I'm certain." She scoffed at me looking at the bracelets I'd picked out.

"My friend Jemma has this! I can't be seen in this knock off!" The party was in half an hour and she still thinks I'd have time to switch around bracelets. She went to throw the damn thing but I grabbed her fake tan wrist.

"I wouldn't throw that. It's one of a kind bracelet from France, I got it made up for you last week as a gift from your father. Now get dressed and stop having a temper tantrum or you'll be late." The girl gaped at me, seems she not used to the blunt attitude. Normally I'm not so stern with clients but teenagers such as herself always get on my nerves, reminds me of Jess. I hopped out of the large dressing room I'd booked out and saw Sherlock standing near the main door.

"Following me again I see."

"Anything wrong with me waiting for you to finish with a client for dinner?" I hummed glancing back to see her looking excited and spinning around in the dress I also had tailored for her.

"I wish I didn't have this particular client. Rich teenagers are the worst." Sherlock chuckled letting his arm loop with mine.

"Well, we can forget about the rich girl and have our dinner." Just before we could walk off the glass doors open and a shout roared across the cold streets.

"I love it, thank you so much!" She waved at me in the beautiful pink dress and I lightly waved back before trotting on.

"She likes you."

"Yes, I tend to have that effect on people."

....

This was our third 'date' of the two weeks. So far he's been over the top to impress me, not that I'm not enjoying myself. It's quite cute and flattering how much he's trying to win me over.

"Pirosmani Georgian, interesting chose." The wine in my glass slowly spun around in its small space.

"I'm a fan of trying new things as of late." With my other hand on the side of my face resting on my jawline, I tilted my had to the side to glance along the menu.

"Your sister was happy to hear us dating and mentioned the last person you dated was three years ago." He's been quizzing me on my life story, to get into the details one can't get with inspecting someone's appearance.

"It's not often men talk about the girl's ex's on the third date but if you must know I broke it off when my job took off, I didn't see a future so best end it." Sherlock stared at me and I took another sip of the wine. "Mmm, this is good." Took me a number of years to get used to wine, but with the number of advents, I attend it's important to look the part.

"You're more of a sociopath than I thought." Humming to his sentence from the meals we were just finishing I rolled my eyes.

"You're calling me a sociopath? You're mental, Jess always said self-righteous but never sociopath." I'd gotten full from the meal and saw Sherlock's state. He's bored. I stood and he seemed confused. "Come on Mr Holmes it's our third date and yet you're already getting bored." Extending a hand Sherlock took it wondering about my sudden affection. He paid and I led us outside.

"What's this all about?" His inquiry leads me to smile.

"You haven't had a case in a week and now you're going on dinner dates. I can see a bored man plain as day." Calling a cab I gave an address that he didn't hear.

....

"Mini golf?" I giggled tossing him a red ball that he court.

"Yes, mini-golf with an extra surprise. A bet."

"A bet. And what would that be?" He stance was closer than I wanted, clearing my throat of seemingly nothing I went on.

"If I win you take a case and if you win... You can kiss me." He laughed at that. "Oh come on I've seen you glancing to my lips all night and actually on the last date too now ladies first." Pointing for him to go Sherlock laughed taking a swing.

This is going to be difficult. Knowing Sherlock would be very good at this if trying all my effects lead to me losing by one point.

"Haha looks like I win at this game." His mocking tone was quite unnecessary and annoying. It was quiet in the mini-golf club because of the weather earlier today so no one was around.

"Yeah yeah but I win at Uno which is more strategy so." He pulled me in closer and I giggled..... I giggled of all things really. I'm enjoying myself too much, he's a manipulative bastard who's lips feel so nice on mine. It was simple at first, soft and pleasurable all the same until a craving for more washed over Sherlock... Maybe the both of us. His Tongue slipped into my mouth and the golf club I held dropped to the floor as I wrapped and tangled my fingers through his hair. Letting out a hum of approval it seemed to crack me out of the dazed state I was in. I pulled away panting.

"I said one kiss." My breath hit against his face, I hadn't pulled away fully at this point so Sherlock still had a firm hold of my hips.

"I wasn't the one who let it continue." I blushed pulling myself away from his chest.