I couldn't help myself. I felt this little epilogue took us the rest of the way home.

Again not betaed or Britpicked.

It wasn't the smoothest of paths for Sherlock and John but even before their long separation, they had known it wouldn't be with their personalities. Yet through it all, they danced. After rough days at work, losses, resolved arguments and more, they would put on some music, approach their partner and let the rest of the world melt away.

To the amusement of their guests, Sherlock and John spent most their wedding reception on the dance floor, barely taking the time to mingle or cut the cake. And while they were content with one another, they made certain to partner with a few others like Mrs. Hudson and Molly.

After their move to Sussex, where bees and pup soon joined them, their aging bodies demanded less energetic songs. Instead of mourning a time past, they were happy for another reason to dance in one another's embrace.

On their thirtieth anniversary, they spent the afternoon in the garden, bees buzzing nearby and Gladstone snoring in the shade. Sherlock and John shuffled and swayed to their favorite songs, thankful for that day so long ago when a love of dance had started their feet towards the path of romance.