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Surprise you? Hmm.

[William drapes his damp towel around Sherlock's neck, leaning in to give him a lazy, lingering kiss. He smiles as he pulls away, already calculating an array of ideas in the back of his brain.]

I'll see what I can do, then.

"I can already see you schemin'. Lookin' forward to it,"

[Oh, he's smirking all over his face, already feeling giddy and excited for the next weekend, and to see what Liam might come up with.
He throws the towel over the edge of the bathtub and leaves the bathroom to finally pick up his clothes from the floor to eventually put them back on. Even though his eyes clearly linger more on Liam's body than on his own clothes, already missing the warmth it provides.

"Ya let me know when exactly?"

Of course. I wouldn't want to leave you hanging.

[Playtime is over for now, unfortunately. William dresses in a quick and efficient manner, keeping his gaze to himself to keep from any further distractions.
Once he's got his coat on he does spare Sherlock a glance, a warm smile on his lips.]

I'll text you. Soon.

[He's still sitting on the bed, having just slipped into his ripped jeans and tied his boots, but still remaining shirtless as he's already reaching for the next cigarette.

Of course, the fun part is over, they need to get back to reality and their respective jobs. Even if that doesn't exactly mean much for Sherlock.]

"Mmmhm, don't make me wait too long. Who knows, I might be busy after all,"

[No, he probably won't. But Liam isn't the only one who's allowed a bit of teasing every now and then, right?]

"Or a murder might happen, 'n I'll be workin'. But I'll let ya know in that case."

[He doesn't expect a goodbye kiss, not even a hug. So he just nods and gives Liam a smile as he blows the smoke into the air, but remains sitting in his place.
The fun part is over, indeed.]

[In the end it's surprisingly hard to tear his gaze away from Sherlock's shirtless form. William allows his gaze to linger a moment more, appreciating the sight of him.]

If you come across any new cases, I'd love to hear about them, of course.

[Even if they involve his owm hand, of course.

Time is finally starting to actually run out, so with a quick tip of his hat and a final smile, William bids Sherlock goodbye. He leaves the building in a buoyant mood, doing his best to keep from smiling too much as he waves down a taxi to carry him to school.]

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[The moment Liam is out of the door, Sherlock drops on his back and stares at the ceiling, hands crossed behind his head, letting out a deep sigh.

He thinks about everything that happened today, everything that went down in here, what Liam has done or said, ever since that first text earlier ...]

"Shit, I'm in trouble .."

[Oh yes, he is, and he's down bad for Liam, he can tell. Not that he's got much experience when it comes to feelings, but this feels different than anything before.
If things were only a little less complicated.

With another sigh (and drag from his cigarette) he finally gets his body moving to put a shirt on and pay a visit to Lestrade to see how far they've dealt with the culprit by now.

And until the weekend comes, he'll be anxiously checking his phone for a message that might finally tell him a time, so he'll know when he'll see Liam again.
Or maybe he gets another nice picture. Or maybe he should send one himself.
Who knows.]

[To no one's surprise, William's guest lecture goes as smoothly as planned. He's always been good about keeping focus, and is able to put aside his thoughts on the last few hours; later, at bedtime, is when he'll finally allow himself to indulge in thinking of Sherlock. Of their time spent together.

He wonders if he's falling too deep already.

Time passes. London stays fairly quiet- no murders and nothing from the Lord of Crime either.

William finds himself wondering if Sherlock is bored by this lack of action, and begins to spend his precious free time coming up with a mystery for him to solve in order to go on their next 'date'. Ciphertext, clues hidden in illustrations in heavy old tomes and in actual locations scattered around Baker st, all these come together to form an invitation to the opera that coming weekend. Sherlock will receive his ticket as reward should he solve the mystery, and there are instructions included for him to give William's last name at the doors and to wear his best suit.]

[And Sherlock is bored alright. So bored in fact, that his mood is already dropping dramatically and John is starting to suffer greatly under it.
Thankfully it doesn't take long for Sherlock to catch up on the little hints and clues that Liam has scattered everywhere around him, causing his mood and his excitement to instantly improve as he pieces together the puzzle that eventually leaves him knocking on John's door the moment he solved it, because Sherlock certainly does not own a fitting suit.

But he finds himself all dressed up in a tight but well fitting suit and a tie that seems to choke him in a decidedly not fun way, but John insisted that he wore one to the opera.
Even his hair is somewhat tamed, tucked behind his ears and kept in place with hair gel and a low ponytail, instead of his usual high one.
He decidedly doesn't feel like himself, but it's what he does for Liam. Even if it means not being able to smoke for hours and listening to an Opera instead.

[The venue is quite fancy, probably moreso than Sherlock would actually prefer. He's treated with respect the second he drops the name "Moriarty", however, with a bellboy escorting him up to the box seating area.

Said seats are inside a room that's larger than Sherlock's very own bedroom. Among the fancy settings there's a bucket with champagne, a tray of assorted hors d'oeuvres, and it even comes with a private bathroom.

The only odd aspect is the fact that the singing has started, but the room's curtain is still drawn across the front.

William, of course, is there, leaning against one of the chairs, a fluted glass in his hand, the liquor inside appearing untouched. He's dressed beautifully in a dark, bespoke suit with a blood-red tie that brings out the hunger in his eyes. His hair is brushed back, looking paler under the room's lighting. He greets Sherlock with a small smile, surprised at the sudden surge of nerves he feels.]

It's not too much, is it?

[Sherlock takes in all of the decor, the lights that reflect from every tiny piece of shining surface, the overall pageantry and splendour.
It's clearly not what he is used to, and he feels almost uncomfortable, shoving his hands into the pockets of his suit trousers and thanking his past self for leaving most of his usual jewellery at home, besides his favourite skull ring and the piercings he won't ever take out. But it's already enough to make him look so out of place that even he feels awkward.

None of this is his usual environment, at least not as long as there isn't a murder involved, and while there is a lot of red everywhere, it's more of the satin than the bloody type that he prefers.
And it once again reminds him of how fucking rich Liam actually is in comparison to him.

But then he enters the room itself and his eyes fall onto the person of his affection, leaving him breathless for just a moment before he catches himself and finds his words again.]

"Depends on what you describe as too much. In comparison to Buckingham Palace? Probably not. Compared to the pubs I usually tend t' spend my Saturdays at? Just a little~"

[He smirks and the moment the door closes behind him, leaving them alone, he steps closer to Liam.]

"You look stunnin', by the way. 'N I loved that little game you set up for me to solve to get here. Though I thought I'd be on time?"

[William smiles at his comment, briefly showing his teeth in a feral little grin.]

My thanks. I didn't think a mere text would suffice to catch your interest.

[When Sherlock steps close, William reaches over to touch his tie, his collar, finally resting a hand on his chest as he takes a long look at him. The effect is even nicer than he'd anticipated- Sherlock's piercings and other jewelry add a dark edge to the well-fitted suit. William likes it, quite a lot.

It was worth setting this all up.

Before them the music swells, and the curtains remain closed.]

Would you like a drink? There's close to a full bar in here.

"Depends. But somethin' like this certainly does,"

[His eyes linger on Liam's face while the other openly inspects him and his outfit. He likes what he can read in Liam's eyes and his expression, the silent approval in those striking red eyes, and suddenly it feels less like he's wearing a costume, but instead boosts his confidence by quite a lot.

Gaze briefly flickering to the glass in Liam's other hand.]

"Well, looks like the champagne's already open, so it shouldn't go to waste, right?"

[He can still switch to whiskey later, for now he actually starts to enjoy this fancy establishment, and whatever else it is that Liam must have planned.

He nods towards the curtains still blocking the view.]

"So tell me, am I late, or is there a reason for the privacy?"

[It's almost difficult to step away from Sherlock, the magnetism between them seeming stronger than ever, as if condensed by the size of the room.

William still manages, of course. Manners come before desire, and all that. Besides, he doesn't want Sherlock to think that sex is the only thing on his mind when it's actually racing through all the different subjects he so eagerly wants to talk to him about.

So he turns without visible effort and pours Sherlock a glass of champagne, his feet silent on the thick carpet when he returns to offer it over, along with a tap of his own glass.]

I thought we might enjoy having this room to ourselves while listening to the music. Your timing is perfectly fine.

Cheers, Sherlock.

[William takes a sip of his drink, then leans in to finally kiss Sherlock.]

[Maybe it's the clothes, maybe it's the unusual place, but the tension between them is more than obvious, even to someone as oblivious to these things as Sherlock.

When he takes the glass from Liam, their fingers brush and Sherlock lets his linger for just a moment longer, before raising his glass to his lips.]

"Cheers, Liam."

[He takes a sip, the alcohol a little too sweet on his tongue, but the sour sparkle quickly takes over.
The music swells once again, and while it's a lot more pleasurable to the ears than he expected at first, he's sure that the visuals are quite an important part of the opera as well.]

"I do like that idea, but wouldn't a record do the same trick? Why spend this much money on tickets and then not seein' the show? Though, to be fair, I can't promise I'd actually be payin' attention all the time 'n not be a little distracted by my company."

We can certainly watch the show, if you prefer. Doesn't it sound better than a record? Perhaps I wanted to spoil you a little...

[William can't resist leaning into him, wanting to feel the heat of his body from under the layers of suit. He stays like that, not pressuring him for anything more, simply taking slow sips of his drink every now and then.]

Or I can put on a different show, if you like.

"Probably does. Can't say that I listen to a lot o' Operas, so I can't exactly compare. But it's certainly a great atmosphere."

[The is a twinkle in his eyes, leaving it open if he means the ambience or Liam's company in this case.
he puts his arm lightly around Liam's waist, enjoying the moment and the champagne.]

"Is that 'nother thing to spoil me with? My my, what did I do to deserve as much?"

You solved my puzzle, of course.

[William can't resist any longer. He leans his head in and noses at the line of Sherlock's jaw, quietly breathing in his scent, just for a moment.]

Do you... wish to watch, or...?

"That's another reason to wish for more o' those puzzles then,"

[Sherlock's eyes fall shut, enjoying the feeling of closeness with Liam, and he can't help but chuckle a little.
They really can't keep their fingers off of each other for too long, can't they?
There is more between them than just the physical attraction. The elaborate hunt that Liam set him on to get here speaks of it.
And yet, if given the chance of privacy it seems as if their brains long for that well deserved break.]

"Which show are ya talkin' 'bout exactly right now, hm?"

Hmm? A mere week apart and here you are, teasing me already?

[William keeps his voice low, a touch huskier than usual. He has to stay close, or else Sherlock can't hear him over the music.

Setting aside his glass, he cups a gloved palm to Sherlock's cheek, gazing over at him with those haunted eyes of his.]

Why don't you kiss me, instead?

"What, did ya think the teasin' was exclusively yours t' do?"

[Who is he kidding though, while Liam is a master in teasing in riling Sherlock up, he breaks in the moment Liam as much as bats his eyelashes.

Like right now.

He sets his own glass aside, having as much sense that he doesn't want to ruin the carpet with champagne (he probably would pay for the rest of his life to have it cleaned), and leans in, finally melting his lips against Liam's.
The thing he's been longing for all week, and even more so with every little riddle that he solved, presented by that brilliant mind in front of him.]

[William wants to laugh at Sherlock's response, but then they're kissing and the thought is wiped from his mind in a burst of warm, familiar pleasure.

He slides his arms up around Sherlock's shoulders without breaking the kiss, sighing softly into Sherlock's mouth. Behind his back William strips off his gloves, letting them fall to the floor without a care. He strokes a hand through Sherlock's low ponytail and gives it a gentle tug.

He wants to talk, feeling like he has so much to say. But instead he kisses Sherlock until he's slightly short of breath.]

[Sherlock's arms instinctively slide around Liam's slender waist, coming to rest on the small of his back without yet moving further. But he pulls the other closer, flush against him, because while he hates physical contact with anyone else, Liam can never be close enough for his taste.
One of the many, many reasons why Liam is so special.

There also aren't many things in the world that he loves feeling more than Liam's hands in his hair, be it grabbing or pulling it.

When their lungs scream for air, Sherlock pulls just enough away to be able to make out Liam's face in front of him, blue eyes shining.]

"I missed ya too,"

[He grins, licking his lips to have just a little more of that taste of Liam mixed with expensive champagne.]

[William can't help blushing as they pull apart. The music swells and the light in Sherlock's eyes, coupled with that little slip of his tongue, catches William's gaze. It gives him a sudden feeling like a piece of his heart is splintering open.]

Was I that obvious?

[He doesn't allow Sherlock time to respond, instead leaning in to kiss him again. He cups his cheeks with both hands, then slides them down the sides of his torso, feeling the suit on his body and how it fits him.

A pleased sound comes from his throat, muffled by their kiss.]

You went shopping. I hope you found a good deal.

"Or maybe I was just projectin'. But your response tells me I wasn't."

[It makes Sherlock grin a little broader, but also softer, his stomach feeling just a little lighter at the fact that Liam actually missed him too.]

"Ah ..."

[The hint of a blush that only Liam is able to cause appears on his cheeks.
He clears his throat and takes half a step back as if he needed to observe his own outfit once again. It's really not his style, but somehow he feels like he can actually make a suit work.]

"Had a little help in pickin' one. 'Cause as you observed correctly, this is a new one, 'n I didn't really have one at home. But since you wanted me to wear one .. I hope I didn't disappoint.

[The only thing he's still bothered about is the tie. He quickly tugs on it with one finger to loosen ot ever so slightly, before his hand returns to its designated spot around Liam's slender waist.]

You look quite nice, I think, and I'm very pleased my requests were honored. Give my regards to Dr. Watson for his assistance.

[William toys with Sherlock's tie, admiring how neatly it's been tied. He gives it a little tug, then, to Sherlock's possible surprise, begins to unlace it from around his neck.]

Now, you may as well be comfortable if it's just going to be you and me. Ah, you're allowed to smoke in here, by the way. I made sure to reserve a smoking room.

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