A/N: this is my first time writing Sherlock so I’m sorry if this sucks.
There were special times when Sherlock Holmes would get nervous. It wasn’t often and he could usually hide it from everyone. Everyone except his girlfriend (Y/N) (Y/L/N).
She could tell every time when he was nervous because his hands would become Niagara Falls. It was incredible how someone would could hide all emotion could not become terribly nervous within seconds.
There was only one way she could notice or examine his hands to check if they were clammy, without it being extremely awkward: holding his hand.
Now, both of them were known for not being the most romantic people in the world. That didn’t bother either of them. They just knew the other cared for them. Their, small amount of, friends understood they the physical and verbal affection was practically non-existent so there was no need to fake it. Which is why it was awkward for when she wanted to see if he was nervous. Also why John and Mary were shocked when she held his hand at their wedding, they’ve never seen that before.
At that time, where she needed to check if he was nervous, it was before Sherlock’s best man speech. (Y/N) wasn’t worried for her speech as the maid of honour. She and Mary had grown quite close and (Y/N) had a good idea on what to say to make her happy.
On the other hand, Sherlock had been stressing out over his speech since it was announced that he would be the best man. He was alright with that and was also quite flattered John had asked him. But his face micro-slumped when (Y/N) informed him he’d have to write a speech. What was he to say? He’d tried to ask (Y/N) for help but she said John wanted it all to come from him.
So, the day of the wedding had come along. Sherlock was fixing his bowtie in the mirror in the mirror on his and (Y/N)’s door. (Y/N) stepped over to him in her floor length, purple bridesmaids dress.
“You look fine, Sherlock,” she said with a slight chuckle at him. He turned to her with his usual blank expression.
“I know. I just want to make sure it’s perfect so Mrs. Hudson doesn’t mess with it when we get there,” he responded whilst looking for his violin case.
“You know as well as I do that no matter how perfect it is, she will still mess with it,” she said handing it to him.
He nodded a thank you,”I guess you’re right.”. He took if from her and waited at the door to take a cab to the wedding venue.
“When am I not?,” she questioned to him as she walked down to the door. He simply gave a Sherlock esque smile and followed her.
-skip to the reception-
It was time, well almost time, for Sherlock’s best man speech. He sat to the left of John and (Y/N) sat on his left. Then (Y/N) did the thing.
She reached over and grasped his hand with hers. Sherlock would usually clench his hand quickly then go limp, but this time he squeezed and didn’t let go. She let out a small smile at him. He quickly smiled back at her.
John saw this happen and was completely confused. He was happy the two had shown some kind of PDA but was still confused. He turned to Mary and showed her their hands clasped together.
“I guess we aren’t the only people completely smitten with each other,” sje said with a shrug and smile.