hands tightened around each other, with a finger resting on a shiny gold engagement ring that John Watson gave to him all those months ago. He was caught by surprise, everybody was. They were at home when he did it. They were in the beginning stages of their shag, they were only half-naked. Sherlock was pressing gentle kisses to John's chest, and then moving over to his shoulder where the scar was. His soft lips kissed the scar, making sure that he got every inch of it before moving anywhere else on his body. John was grazing Sherlock's long graceful neck with light breaths and heavy kisses. John was propped up in the bed, whereas Sherlock was sitting in between his legs, with his arms wrapped around John's own neck. John's hands were grabbing the detective's fine hips, but his hands were going lower, they finally stopped on Sherlock's rather plump behind. John would pull apart from Sherlock's neck and then press his lips against his.
In between breaths, John would manage, "I love you. Jesus, Sherlock, I really do."
Sherlock's deep chuckle would resound through his body, giving good vibrations to John. He would break the kiss to reply, but they would still remain so close to each other, nose pressed against nose, feeling the heat from each other's breaths blowing lightly on them.
"So you keep reminding me."
He smiled and gave him a short kiss before breaking apart again.
"No, I mean it, Sherlock.'
Sherlock's smile grew. John could never get enough of the detective's grins. He rarely did it, but when he did, it was one of the greatest things John has ever seen. Sherlock's curls were tickling John's forehead, but he didn't mind it one bit. John's firm grip of Sherlock's bum tightened, causing Sherlock to move closer to John.
"I know you do, John."
Sherlock went to move in for John's lips but John let go of Sherlock's hind quarters and rested them on his arms so he could stop him. Sherlock's smile was gone at the look on John's face. John looked serious, but not upset.
"Marry me."
Sherlock's eyes widened and for a moment, John thought he broke him.
"I...what...?"
Sherlock's voice came out no louder than a whisper. John's smile was slowly returning to his face.
"You heard me, I want you to marry me."
Sherlock's eyebrow rose. He didn't know how to respond, he never expected that John would just come right out and say it like that, what was he supposed to say? He couldn't even form a word. John let go of Sherlock's arms and opened the nightstand drawer that was next to the bed. Out came a long box with the initials, "J.W." carved into it.
"What do you say, Sherlock?"
Sherlock's mouth was moving, he knew that much, but no voice, no words, ever left it. He eventually gave up in trying to speak and then simply nodded. John was beaming now. With each nod, Sherlock felt his eyes get watery, sentiment, he thought. He wanted to speak, but now if he did, he knew he would start crying and Sherlock Holmes wasn't going to cry. John already sucked him into feeling for another person, and having them consume your entire life and disobey every cold reasoning of emotion that which you hold dear, and has even gotten him in the sack more than once. He was very happy that John was proposing to him, and he wanted to express it in every way that he can, except for crying. But when John opened the box, it revealed his dog tags from when he was in the army. They were recently polished, but they weren't new, the chips and tiny dents in the medals made that abundantly clear. John took them out of the box and then placed on Sherlock's neck, as if he were a king in a coronation.
"Just until I can get you an actual ring."
But Sherlock just couldn't stop nodding, and in one big rush, the word "Yes" managed to escape his mouth, as well as the tears of joy that so many other people have talked about having in their lifetime, Mrs. Hudson especially. John's eyes were getting teary as well as he rubbed soft circles on the younger man's bare shoulder. John wasn't one to show emotion, neither was Sherlock, but here they were, almost stark naked in their rooms, quietly celebrating their new-found engagement. John had that familiar aching in his chest, and it's what he got whenever Sherlock wasn't around, but he was here now, and he was so close. John grabbed Sherlock and brought him into a deep and passionate kiss, all of the words they couldn't say pouring into their kiss, and it hurt so good. Sherlock released himself from John's kiss and then slowly sank into John's chest, getting in the scent of his fiancee, feeling every hair on his chest, wanting to be as intimate as possible. John knew what he was doing, and he slowly rocked him back and forth.
"I know Sherlock, I know."
It didn't matter that Sherlock was crying now, John wouldn't make fun of him for doing it. What did matter was that moment and all other moments that would come after. They spent the rest of that night making slow, sweet, passionate love, and many other nights after that too.
"Something on your mind?"
Sherlock turned to see John standing in the doorway with two cups of tea in his hands. There was a warm smile on his face as he saw John nearing him, the scent of the warm tea wafted in Sherlock's nose. John always could make the best tea. Taking a seat next to his fiancee on the bed, John handed Sherlock his cup and silently started sipping on his own.
"What's the matter? You have been quiet for hours now."
Sherlock stared at his reflection in the tea.
"I'm just thinking, John. You should be used to this by now."
John swished the warm liquid in his mouth before he swallowed it. He saw Sherlock's eyes lingering over the matching tuxedos that they were going to wear for their wedding tomorrow morning, and then he thought about Sherlock's change in attitude. Ah, he put it together. Sherlock just has a case of pre-wedding nerves, it's understandable. He set the cup down on the nightstand and then shuffled closer to Sherlock, wrapping his arms around the small waist and resting his chin on Sherlock's shoulder.
"You're nervous about the wedding, tomorrow."
"Is that a question, or a statement, John? You seem to mistake those two a lot."
John rolled his eyes.
"Now I know you are because you're deflecting me with sarcasm. It's the lowest form of wit, Sherlock."
Sherlock sighed and a hand went to the one on his stomach.
"To answer your question, yes, I admit I am...nervous."
There was a slight chuckle in John's voice and his arms squeezed Sherlock gently.
"You know there's nothing to be nervous about, all our friends are going to be there, I'm going to be there too, Sherlock."
"I would have thought that you were attending, since it is our wedding."
"You know what I mean, Sherlock."
Sherlock smirked.
"But there is nothing to be concerned about, we're getting married tomorrow, be happy about that."
"And what gave you the impression that I'm not?"
John laughed and kissed Sherlock's cheek.
"Well we have a big day tomorrow, we should probably get some rest. Or if that's not what you had in mind..."
Sherlock stopped him.
"As much as I would love to, John, you said it yourself, we have to get some rest. But I'm almost positive that there will be time after our wedding."
John gave him another kiss.
"You better believe it."
John let go of Sherlock and stood up.
"I'll be back in a moment, got to use the loo."
"Information I could have went without, John."
There was no response, and John was already out of the room. Sherlock still had his tea in his hands, he was sure it was cold now, but he would still drink it. He didn't want to waste John's specially made tea. As soon as the liquid was close to entering his mouth, Sherlock heard a faint whirring sound as well as a flashing light. He could have sworn that he heard that noise before, some time as a child he may have heard it. He could vaguely remember and thus could not find the specific memory. He was going to ignore it until he heard a voice.
"Sherlock!"
The voice screamed on the quiet street. It was almost midnight. Sherlock's brows furrowed at the person calling his name, not only was it late, but it was annoying. But there was that lingering feeling in Sherlock that he knew the stranger shouting his name. He set his tea cup down and then stood up and walked over to the window. Sherlock couldn't believe his eyes. There was a blue police box in the middle of the street, and he was most certain that it was not there just a moment ago. And in front of the police box was a man. His hair was swooped to the side, and he was wearing a jacket, with suspenders, and bowtie...
Sherlock gasped. That man, he knew him, and he knew that police box too. It wasn't an ordinary box.
It was the TARDIS.
And that man was the Doctor.
John came running into the room with his belt dangling about.
"Sherlock, did you hear that noise? Who is that outside screaming your name? Do you know him?"
Sherlock was frozen, his eyes were fixed on the Doctor. What was he doing here? Why did he wait till now to come back?
"Sherlock?! Sherlock! Answer me! What is going on?!"
Sherlock's gaping mouth soon curled into a smile and he rushed past John and out into the living room. John followed suit and found his husband-to-be throwing on his coat haphazardly, and carelessly draping his scarf around his throat. He was shimmering in excitement and has yet to tell John anything.
"It's like I'm talking to a bloody wall! Sherlock, talk to me!" If Sherlock had to bet, John was getting agitated.
Sliding on his last glove he turned to John with his brightest smile.
"Get your coat on, John!"
"Sorry, what?!"
Sherlock grabbed John's hands and his smile disappeared briefly and was replaced with a softness that John rarely saw in Sherlock.
"John, I promise everything will be explained if you put your coat on and come with me outside."
John wanted to get angry at Sherlock, but whenever he made that face, he had to comply.
"Alright Sherlock, okay, just give me a blasted minute."
John retrieved his coat and put it on shortly before getting pulled out of the flat and down the stairs into the street. John's hand was eventually released, but he watched as Sherlock's smile returned as he neared the mystery man in front of the blue box. Sherlock walked up to the Doctor and stopped. The Doctor smiled.
"Hello, Sherlock."
"What are you doing here, Doctor?"
The brunette smiled and then looked away for a moment.
"Well, you know how I am, always popping in at random times!"
Sherlock crossed his arms.
"Tell me the truth."
The Doctor sighed.
"Alright, alright. It's been a slow day, nothing to fight, no Daleks invading London, no timey-wimey stuff to do, no planets that need saving, just me and my TARDIS, doing...stuff."
"Stuff?"
"Yes...time-traveling stuff."
Sherlock smirked and gave a nod.
"Ah, I see."
After a moment, the Doctor said, "You don't believe me, do you?"
"Not for a minute."
The Doctor laughed.
"You always were a clever boy, Sherlock."
Sherlock sniffed.
"I believe that I am still clever, Doctor. Using the past-tense implies that I was once at an earlier stage in time, but am now not."
The Doctor was clearly amused.
"But to answer your question, I was just...checking up on you...I know that it's been a long time since we've last seen each other and trust me when I say that we have a lot of catching up to do, and I figured, why not stop off now? Before the Cybermen rise again or something like that."
John intervened.
"Right, Sherlock, whenever you feel like introducing me to your friend here, that would be great."
Sherlock turned around to see John still standing on the sidewalk.
"Oh, right, apologies, Doctor, this is my...fiancee...John Watson."
The Doctor's face lit up.
"Fiancee, eh?"
"Like you said, we have a lot of catching up to do."
The Doctor gave one more smile at Sherlock, before making his way to John, who was, admittedly a bit creeped out. Giving a courteous smile, he held out his hand and waited for John to take it. John's eyes darted to Sherlock, who gave him a curt nod, before accepting the handshake.
"How do you do, John Watson?"
"I'm sorry, who are you?"
"Sherlock never told you about me?"
John shook his head, still confused about the whole situation. The Doctor's smile widened.
"I'm the Doctor."
