Sherlock and John opened the door to their flat and dropped the suitcases onto the floor. Mrs Hudson heard the noise and rushed up, her gentle smile flashing as she pulled them both in for a hug.

"Boys! Oh, I've missed you! How was Scotland?"

John smiled and pulled back. "Amazing, absolutely fantastic."

Sherlock smiled and sat down in his seat. "Yes, it was rather enjoyable. As much as I liked it, I did miss my chair."

Mrs Hudson laughed and sat down on the couch. "You and that bloody chair. Did you have a nice birthday, John?"

John glanced at Sherlock and smirked. "Oh, I had a great birthday, trust me."

Sherlock spoke up. "Just great? I thought you'd use a better adjective."

"Brilliant, then. The best." John smirked and winked at Sherlock, too discreet for Mrs Hudson to notice.

Sherlock chuckled and glanced at the table. He picked up his phone off it and chucked it to John, who caught it in mid-air. "Phone Lestrade and Molly, we might as well tell them all now."

"Will I invite them over?"

"Tell them what?" Mrs Hudson frowned.

"Yes, invite them over. And you'll see Mrs Hudson. I'm rather dissapointed you haven't noticed yet."

"Oh, dear. Noticed what?"

"Patience Mrs Hudson, patience."

John held up a finger and hushed Sherlock. "Hi, Greg? It's John. We're back from Scotland! Hm? Oh yeah, it was amazing. Anyway, can you come over in say... an hour? We have something we'd like to tell you. Okay, see you soon."

"Don't forget to phone Molly, too." Sherlock murmured softly.

"Yes, yes I know." John dialled Molly's number and held the phone to his ear. "Hey, Molly. It's John. I had a great time, thanks. Are you busy? That's good. Would you be able to come over today in about an hour? Okay, that's great. Bye." John hung up and faced Sherlock, who was sitting comfortably in his chair. "That everyone?"

"Everyone important."

John nodded and sat down opposite Sherlock. He looked gorgeous, his curly black hair falling infront of his face and a slight smile upon his lips. God he loved him. Suddenly a realisation hit John.

"Sherlock."

"Yes?"

"We forgot Mycroft."

Sherlock snickered, took his phone off John and sent a text to his brother:

'Mycroft. Come to 221B now. It's important. -SH'

"There. He'll be here soon."

John shook his head and cast a look at Mrs Hudson. She was still sitting there, mildly paying attention. She was twisting his thumbs together, and looking round at the mess. As much as he loved her, he wanted her to leave- Sherlock got steadily more hot the longer he stared at him.

"Erm, Mrs Hudson? Could you go downstairs and get some food? We don't have any...also, you should stay down there until we're finished tidying the flat up a bit, don't want you to sit about in all this, um, mess..."

Mrs Hudson stood up and nodded. "Alright. Tidy up good! And remember to go shopping tomorrow, I'm not giving you food all the time. I'm your-"

"Landlady, not our housekeeper. Yes, yes we know. See you soon."

As she left the appartment, Sherlock raised an eyebrow. "What was that all about?"

John pulled Sherlock out of his seat as fast as lightning and crushed their lips together. He tangled his hands in Sherlock's hair and pulled him closer. The kiss was passionate and wild, but gradually turned slow and soft. He had no idea how long they were kissing for, all he could think about was Sherlock. John pulled back.

"That." he said.

"Oh...well," Sherlock shook his head. "I wasn't expecting that."

John pouted. "Bad surprise?"

"No, no definitely not. Good surprise. Great surprise..." Sherlock murmured quietly. "But why so randomly? Not that I'm complaining."

"I don't know, I guess I'm just excited each time I see the ring." John smirked and placed a hand on Sherlock's chest.

"It is nice to look at ."

"I can't stop looking at it. I'm so lucky to have you."

"If anyone's lucky it's me."

Sherlock leaned down and planted his lips against John's, kissing slowly and deeply, their tongues brushing together gently. John looped his hands around Sherlock's neck and pulled him closer. He wanted to kiss him all night, just so he could never lose that feeling of pure love. Sherlock leaned his forehead against John's.

"I love you."

John placed a hand on his face. "I know. I love you, too."

Sherlock sat back on his seat and pulled John down to sit on his lap. John raised an eyebrow and gave a small chuckle.

"kissing whilst in your chair?"

"Well I was heading that way, yes."

"I feel so rebellious."

"You live an exciting life, John." Sherlock murmured sarcastically, his hand on the small of John's back.

"Oh, shut up and kiss me."

Sherlock laughed and kissed along John's jaw, making him shiver. Their lips moved together in a familiar but no less exhilirating motion that made Sherlock's head go fuzzy.

"Ahem. I see I'm interrupting something."

"Mycroft! Why didn't you knock?!" Sherlock shouted at his brother, who apparently seemed unfazed by his brother's temper.

"I did. You obviously didn't hear."

"Well I was a bit busy." Sherlock sneered.

"You told me to come here! I assumed it was important!" Mycroft leaned his umbrella against the wall and sat down on the sofa with one leg over the other.

"It is, it is. I'm sorry, Mycroft. It was my fault. I was, erm, well you know." John got off Sherlock's lap with a red face."

"It's okay. At least you're polite. So, what do you want to tell me?"

Sherlock cut in, "Actually, we'd rather wait till everyone was here."

"Fine. How long until then?" Mycroft looked over Sherlock with a slight frown.

"About half an hour." John rubbed his hands together. "I would offer you something to drink but, ah, we don't actually have anything."

"That's alright. I don't want anything anyway."

"Good." Sherlock muttered.

"Sherlock! Don't be rude." John chided him and apologised to Mycroft.

They talked for a bit more about Scotland and work, just anything to pass the time. It wasn't long before they heard a knock on the door and their little group was joined by Molly, Lestrade and Mrs Hudson. Mrs Hudson brought them some more nibbles and food to keep them going till tomorrow, since they hadn't had any time to shop for more. John had moved to the arm rest of Sherlock's seat. He began talking to Molly, who was sitting on the couch. Her hair, normally up in a ponytail, was flowing freely down her back in gentle waves. Lestrade was sitting next to Mycroft, the two of them having a quiet conversation of their own. Mrs Hudson was bustling about in the kitchen putting nibbles into bowls for the guests. Sherlock sat in his seat next to John and waved his hand in a dismissive manner.

"Well. John can explain."

John made a 'tsk' noise and smiled politely at his guests. "Well, I guess you all want to know why we asked you to come here. It's pretty important. As you guys know, we went on holiday to Scotland a few days ago. While we were there..." John presented his left hand to everyone. "...Sherlock proposed!"

The room seemed to go into uproar. Mrs Hudson rushed over and hugged the boys tightly, nearly crushin them with the force.

"That's fantastic! Oh boys, I'm so happy for you!"

"Thankyou, Mrs Hudson." John laughed and hugged the ond lady back.

"Well I'll be darned. Sherlock Holmes is getting married! Bloody hell, John, you're brave. Congradulations!" Lestrade chuckled from the couch.

John laughed and gave Sherlock's hand a squeeze. "Thanks, Greg. He's worth it, though. Don't worry."

Molly sat up straight and flung a hand over her mouth. "Oh my God! That's great!" she gasped, giving them both a quick hug. "I was definitely not expecting that!"

"I don't think anyone was." laughed Sherlock, intertwining his fingers with John's.

Mycroft blinked. "I was gay first, and you still got a boyfriend before me...and now you're married before me too, unbelievable."

Sherlock chuckled. "Won't mother be happy her only two sons are gay. And if you opened your eyes, you'd be able to see who likes you. Rather surprising."

Mycroft shot a questioning look at Sherlock. He replied with a quick look at Lestrade, who seemed to find the floor very interesting at that moment. Mycroft smiled and sat back in his seat, looking at Lestrade every now and then.

"Also, Molly? We'd like to ask you something." said John giddily.

Molly tilted her head curiously. "What is it?"

"Would you do us the pleasure of being our Maid of Honour?" Sherlock asked.

Molly jumped up and laughed with a hand over her mouth. After a little dance, she gave both of them another hug and sat back down with a smile on her face. "I'd love to, thankyou."

"Good. Lestrade?"

"Yeah?" Greg looked up from the floor.

"Would you be my best man?"

"Yeah, yeah I will! Thanks guys, that means a lot."

"Wait I'm the brother, shouldn't I get to be best man?" Mycroft frowned, glaring at Sherlock.

Sherlock shook his head in annoyance. "Shut up."

John smiled and squeezed Sherlock's hand again. "Thankyou, all of you. It's wonderful that you're all here to take part in this. We really appreciate it."

Molly grinned so wide dimples appeared at the side of her mouth. "Gosh, it should be me thanking you! It's all so wonderful! How did he propose?"

"It was at Loch Katrine, actually. Gorgeous, the sky and the hills... it was all just perfect..." John sighed happily and fell back against Sherlock.

"Yes, I was rather romantic." Sherlock sounded smug, as if he's accomplished something he never knew he could do. "Right. Let's get some music on! This is meant to be a celebration! At least have some fun before I force you out my flat."

John shook his head and plugged an iPod into the dock. Music blared from the speakers and everyone got up to dance and talk. The worry and stress seemed to leave the room and John felt incredibly relaxed.

"Get the violin!" Lestrade cheered, with a drink in his hand.

"Yes, do get it!" Mycroft said, dancing with Lestrade.

"Actually, I'd rather not." Sherlock sighed, far too comfortable to move.

"Oh, go on." Molly smiled. "Celebration, remember?"

"Please?" John asked, hoping Sherlock would listen to him.

"Ugh, fine. But you can go get it for me."

John left the room and came back a few seconds later, with Sherlock's violin in his hands. He handed it to him carefully and grinned as he put it in position.

"Alright everyone. Get ready! 1, 2, 3!" Sherlock yelled.

Sherlock began to play madly, his fingers moving so fast it was hard for John to believe. He played a happy tune for once, a tune that would be played on a fiddle. The room turned into a flurry of arms and legs, everyone swinging around and dancing and randomly singing. After the song, everyone sat down exhausted.

"You, my friend, can play." Lestrade said, wiping his brow.

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Sherlock laughed. "But now I want you allt o leavemy apartment. I've had enough people for today."

John knew there wasnt any arguing with Sherlock. "Sorry guys, you gotta go."

Their guests stood up and, after many hugs and goodbye's, left.

"Well, that was fun." John said pulling Sherlock to the bedroom.

"I suppose it was, yes."

"I'm knackered though, been a long day." John yawned to prove his point. He lazyily changed into his pyjammas and flopped onto the bed.

"Better sleep then. We have to be up early tomorrow." Sherlock changed into pyjammas himself and climbed in next to John, wrapping an arm around him.

"Why?" he murmured, half asleep.

"Because, you idiot." Sherlock smiled. "We have a wedding to plan."