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John Watson, doctor with a military background, always seemed to notice Sherlock's thinking habits and he must have developed a new one because he has never seen this one before. They were beyond the friendship of flat mates and even shared Sherlock's bed with the occasional nightly activity, but for the moment, John was observing his boyfriend. Sherlock stood by the window, still in his pajamas, blue robe and all, even thought it was well after noon, hands in his pajama bottoms pockets, twiddling his hands inside. The motion, to anyone else may have been obscene, but John knew Sherlock and this twiddling in his pocket was a new development, Sherlock wasn't thinking about a case, since there was no case at the moment.
For one thing, John was right about Sherlock, the brunette wasn't thinking about any experiments, or the intellect of serial killers or anything crime related, but he did have something one his mind. That one topic, rotating in his mind had to do with the little black velvet box in his right pocket he was twiddling around. Sherlock wanted to propose to John but he was on edge about asking him. What if John rejected him? Or maybe John doesn't want a commitment on that level? These thoughts were just spinning in his head, playing out the possible rejection scenarios, so Sherlock decided that he would have John say 'no' anyway, that way a rejection from him wouldn't hurt as much. Sherlock loved John and wanted to share the rest of his life with him but he didn't want to put that much pressure on him.
The sociopathic genius had a determined look of concentration, while looking out the large window, almost as if he was glaring at the glass pane. Sitting on his chair and casually opening his newspaper, John decided to distract him
"You know I'll gladly help out with your little problem?" John blushed a bit
Sherlock turned to him, with a look of inquiry
"Problem?"
"Well, you know, hands in your pockets, if you're trying to, you know, relieve some stress..?" Watson motioned towards Holmes' pockets, said genius got the idea.
"What, oh. Oh no, that's not the problem, but I'll take you up on that later. No, the problem is in three days, I'm going to ask you a question and you have to say 'no'."
"You're going to ask me a question and I have to say 'no'?"
"Yes."
"So, you want me to say 'yes'?
"No!"
"Wait, what?"
"Just say 'no' when I ask you this question, in three days."
"Well, how will I know what the question is?"
"You'll know, trust me, and you have to say 'no', promise me John that you'll say 'no'."
"I, well, yeah, sure, I promise."
Sherlock sighed in relief and took a seat across from the dirty blond man.
"Ok, good."
John was trying to figure out what just happened but thinking about what went through Sherlock's mind was too much of an effort.
"Why three days?"
"'Cause that's how long it will take to solve this case."
"Case? What case? There's been no-?!" John heard footsteps climbing the stairs to the landing.
"Hello Lestrade."
Some how, Sherlock never cease to surprise him, no matter how long they've been together.
~~~ Three Day Time Skip ~~~
It was late in the evening when both Sherlock and John got arrived in their flat, Sherlock going to lounge on the couch while John took his chair. They just finished solving a case about a missing dog lead to a ring of mafia trading associates. They rested a bit, trying to relax from the intensity of the case, sharing a bit of comfortable silence. Watson remembered something,
"Hey, it's been three days."
"Here."
Sherlock smirked, although on the inside he was nervous, and reached into his coat pocket and threw something at the doctor, the smaller man easily caught it.
John looked at what he caught, a little black velvet box and felt a wave of emotions come over him, happiness, shock, anxiety and curiosity. Was this?
"John Watson," said Sherlock, still lounging to the couch, eyes observing the ceiling,
"Would you marry me?"
John was thrown off guard, a marriage proposal? From Sherlock? But then John remembered the small conversation they had, where Sherlock told him to say 'no' to his question and was wondering why Sherlock asked to say 'no'? John made up his mind,
"Yes."
"What?" Sherlock wasn't expecting a 'yes' and sat up, looking at Watson.
"Yes, I'll marry you"
"No, you weren't supposed to say 'yes', you were suppose to say 'no', you promised."
"And I broke that promise. Sherlock, I would love to marry you, I love you and to be honest, I never thought that you would propose to me because when we first met, you said that you were married to your work, but remember, about a year later we fell in love and even then, I never thought that you would ask me. I'm very surprised. Why would you want me to say 'no' for?"
Sherlock quickly went over the kneel in between John's knees, and the blond man knew that it was one of those small intimate moments, when Sherlock brought down his walls, just for John and only John.
"Since were being honest, I thought you might say 'no' to me, so to prepare myself for a possible rejection, I wanted you to say 'no', because I told you to, and not because you wanted to."
"And if I had said 'no', how were we going to move on from that? It's impossible."
"Not impossible, but extremely awkward, … yeah."
John softened his gaze on Sherlock and smiled, in which Sherlock smiled back.
"Considering how unconventional this proposal was, can you put the ring on my finger?"
"Just this once I'll stick to tradition." Sherlock put got the ring out of the box and place the simple gold band on John's ring finger.
They locked eyes, just looking at each other.
Sherlock still seemed a little unsure,
"Sherlock?"
"Are you sure you want to do this, with me? I mean I don't' want you to feel like some ruddy house wife, watching soaps on the telly and-"
"Sherlock, trust me when I say that I'm so far removed from your average house wife, it won't be like that. I'll follow you, where ever you are and where ever you go, I'll always follow you and I know you'll do the same for me."
"So true. But… don't you want children? We can't have children with all the dangerous work we do."
"Sherlock, love, the day I fell in love with you was the same day that I realized that I don't care if I have kids or not. The pitter patter of little feet means nothing to me if it means losing you."
"So… that's it then, we getting married."
"Yes."
Sherlock caressed John's face with both hands, leaned over and kissed him with so much love, caring and desire, a truly wonderful loving kiss. They broke it off, still so close to each other and looking at each other with love lust dazed glossy eyes.
"C'mon, love, let's go to bed." Sherlock held out his hand for John, and his dirty blond did, they left, hand in hand to their bedroom.
Author's note: There was a small scene in there that I actually visualized in my head and I fan-girled so damn much.That was Sherlock's version of a proposal and soon, I'll post up John's version of a proposal, yay! Reviews are nice.
