I'm chocolate and you are the ice cream
I love old movies at night

I heard a knock at the door just as I finished brushing my shiny, brown hair out. I smiled as I walked out of my room, into the living room and to the door. Sherlock was coming by tonight for a movie night. He seemed sort of reluctant about it at first, but we hadn't been able to spend alot of time together the past few weeks. So, this was the best oppurtunity for us to see each other. It was seven at night and I only got off of work an hour ago. I spent that hour running to the shop, picking out some things to eat and stopping at the Chinese place that Sherlock liked.

I was going to try and get Sherlock to eat, seeing as he just closed a case this evening, so he probably hadn't eaten in a couple of days. I reached the door and opened it, leaving the chain on. I saw the most gorgeous blue eye peek through the crack, causing me to grin. "Good evening, sir. Can I help you?" I asked, putting on my best professional voice. Sherlock sighed, leaning back away from the door. "Hmm, yes, I was actually looking for a place to stay. Wrong room! Laters!" He replied, a smirk in his voice as he walked away.

I quickly unchained the door and grabbed his coat sleeve, pulling him inside. "Not funny!" I pouted, winking. Sherlock crinkled his nose, all seriousness back in his features. "Do I smell Chinese?" He asked, taking his coat off and carefully hanging it the coat rack. I nodded, leading him into the kitchen and handing him a carton of vegetable fried rice- his favorite. Sherlock smiled, taking the cartoon and bending down to kiss me on the cheek.

"Thank you, Jessie." I smiled and nodded, just happy that I didn't have to fight him on eating. "How long has it been since your last proper meal?" I asked, following him out into the living room, my own carton of food in hand. Sherlock flopped on the couch, feet on the coffee table. I sat next next to him, turning so that I was looking at him.

"What is today?" Sherlock asked, carefully opening the flaps on the little cardboard box. "Mmm, Thursday." I answered, after glancing over at the calendar on my wall. "I ate breakfast on Tuesday." He replied, using his chopsticks to pick up some rice. I narrowed my eyes at him, deciding it was better not to lecture during our "date night". I opened my chow mein and soon the conversation started flowing.

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"You actually caught the guy in the sewer?" I asked, giggling, a short time later. Sherlock nodded, his empty carton of food on the coffee table and his hand on his full stomach. My half eaten food remained in my hands as Sherlock and I spoke about his last case. "That's crazy!" I exclaimed, unfolding myself from my sofa and collecting our garbage. I walked into my brightly lit kitchen, disposing of the leftovers and washing my hands.

"What movie have you picked out for us tonight?" I heard Sherlock's deep voice call from the living room. I smiled, drying my hands off on a dish towel. Atleast he was willing to participate in our evening, which was nice. He didnt normally want to watch movies, as he deemed them "boring and predictable". I figured it must be because he was so exhausted. He told me he hadn't even gotten a chance to sleep, after two days on the go. I shook my head and grabbed the DVD off the kitchen table as I walked back to my boyfriend.

"Well, seeing as you hate mystery, because it is too predictable; science fiction, because it's unrealistic; romance films, for obvious reasons; and comedy, claiming not to understand the jokes" I took a deep breath, "I finally settled on a historical fiction that was based on a true story." I said, smiling. "It even has a little bit of romance!" I added. Sherlock smiled, looking impressed. "I approve." I nodded, inwardly rolling my eyes at his curt and stiff response. I opened the DVD case and popped it into the player, falling back onto the couch. I grabbed the remote off of the side table and hit play.

The movie was paused, seeing as I couldn't hold my bladder for a two hour film. I came out of the loo to see my lanky Sherlock stretched out on the sofa, eyes shut and fingers steepled. I smiled, quietly walking over and kneeling next to him. I brushed my hand over his curls and smiled softly. I giggled as Sherlock opened one dazzling blue eye and touched my cheek in return. "Tired?" I whispered, not wanting to disturb the peaceful moment between us. "My system is demanding that I rest, though I wish to finish the film before I consent." Was the man's reply. I nodded and stood up. "I bought some snacks. I have chocolate, crisps, some beer, and ice cream. Would you like any?" I asked, heading towards the kitchen in pursuit of the slab of chocolate I had purchased earlier, not expecting a response from my boyfriend.

Sherlock's eyes lit up, stopping me dead in my tracks. Sherlock excited over food? Crap food at that? You learn something new everyday, I guess. "Well?" I asked again, waiting for his reply. "Since you have it... A bowl of ice cream would be lovely. Let me assist you." Sherlock hauled himself off the couch and followed me into the kitchen. I had to admit that I was happily surprised to find that even Sherlock had crap food weaknesses. As I rummaged in my cabinets for an ice cream bowl, Sherlock opened the freezer, a gleeful smile adorning his face.

"Why've I never seen you eat ice cream before? I wasn't even aware that you liked unhealthy food." I asked, setting a bowl and spoon in front of my boyfriend. Sherlock lifted an eyebrow in my direction, opening the carton before him. "Everyone has preferences, Jessica, I just tend to ignore mine. It makes me more efficient. Unhealthy fillers like this tend to slow my system down, make me sluggish. I am only allowing myself to indulge tonight, because I just solved a large case and have the night off." I blinked at the pale man at my kitchen table. "Do you enjoy anything about life?" I blurted out, before realizing my mistake.

Sherlock set the spoon down next to the carton and looked at me. "Yes. I enjoy quite a few things. I enjoy researching and learning. I enjoy solving crimes and puzzles. I used to enjoy narcotics, though I try not to anymore. Also, I enjoy you." I blushed at his blunt response. Although, Sherlock tended to keep to himself about his past, he wouldn't lie about it. "And, occasionally, I enjoy ice cream." He added on at the end, a childlike look on his beautiful face. I smiled, nodding. "Fair enough. Would you like anything to dress your ice cream with?" I asked, opening the fridge and grabbing my cold chocolate slab.

"No thank you. I prefer my ice cream untarnished. Shall we finish the movie now?" I mumbled an affirmative response and walked into the Telly area once again. We sat down, side by side, with the sweet treats of choice. I curled into Sherlock's side, tucking my legs beneath myself and turning the movie back on. Snapping a piece of caramel filled chocolate off and setting it on my tongue, I looked over at my consulting detective.

Currently, Sherlock was rolling his eyes and muttering something about the movie being "historically inaccurate" and shoving a spoonful of vanilla bean ice cream into his mouth. I leaned up and kissed his cheek, noting that he smelled like, said, vanilla bean. Sherlock smiled briefly before scolding the Telly once more.