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He was only a few steps from the top of the stairs, still smug about his parting shot to Mycroft, when he noticed the music. Pausing, Sherlock tilted his head and listened. The quality and sound level was too good for it to be coming from a phone yet not good enough for it to be the television, a laptop then. Continuing to the door, he slowly opened it just enough to see into the living room without being noticed.
There was John, duster in hand, doing his weekly cleaning. Dull. The thing that made Sherlock smile was the way he was dancing along to the beat of the song playing. It ended seconds later and Sherlock entered the room. John had still been moving but turned in surprise. The song began to repeat itself and Sherlock realized it was on a continuous loop.
Seeing the embarrassment begin to fill John’s face, and knowing he’d removed Mycroft’s bugs from the flat the night before, Sherlock decided to share a love of his with his friend. Without losing eye contact, he took off his coat, threw it onto the sofa and started to shimmy his way across the floor. John grinned as his shoulders began to move again, tossing the duster towards his chair.
For nearly half an hour, the two men danced their way through the living room and kitchen. Not caring if they looked foolish, they swung their arms, stomped their feet, sang along and felt the stresses of life melt away as they danced together.