Quidditch "Date"

[3potionproblem]

WHO: Sherlock Holmes and Jim Moriarty
TONE: Tense to somewhat romantic
RATING: PG-13 [tw - talk of suicide]
WHEN: Sunday, November 25th
WHERE: The Quidditch stands
WHAT: Sherlock and Jim go on their Quidditch date.
STATUS: Completed
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Sherlock stood in the Ravenclaw Quidditch viewing box watching the crowd far more than he bothered to watch the game as he stood aside from the stands. It wouldn't do well to be stuck in the middle of that crowd. For one, they were very noisy. For another, he was supposed to be meeting someone and standing aside would make him a bit more obvious. Not that Jim really needed the help.

To pass the time he watched Greg and Tony above, comparing their performance and team management styles with what he knew of them. He followed Peter's broom now and then. Things moved too fast to really be all that interesting. Sherlock much preferred a game of whits to a game mostly of luck, chance, and physical skill.

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[ihaveanappforthat]

He frowned, he had not expected Sherlock to ask straight out. He didn't really know what he felt for the other, he didn't know how to love. He knew it had to be similar but still he knew he didn't know how to love.

"Do you want me to be?" He can play the difficult question game.

[3potionproblem]

"Honestly? ... I don't know. But I don't think I do," Sherlock pushed his hands deep inside his robe pockets. "What would either of us want with something so pedestrian? It's not like it would change anything so it's beyond pointless. We'd still be the same Jim and Sherlock and you know how I feel about kissing. There's really no point to it. Love is a weakness, a defect. Best to ignore the social imperative to pair off and just enjoy what we have. Which seems to mostly be you keeping me on my toes and me failing to meet whatever expectations you've set for me."