Overly Affectionate
"John? I love you." Sherlock was running his hand up and down John's left leg gently.
"Yes, I know darling. Love you, too."
"No, John, I love you." Now he was pressing one, two, three, four light kisses to John's cheek.
John paused a moment, staring inquisitively at Sherlock. Sherlock pulled back, imitating this expression, albeit more apprehensively. Sighing, he questioned his raven-haired lover, "Okay Sherlock, what do you want this time?"
"Nothing. What makes you think I want something?" Sherlock snapped back, a little too hurriedly. He was feigning innocence.
"Sherlock, I've known you for nearly six years. I've been dating you for five of those years; I know you want something," countered the ex-army doctor, tacking on a silent you're seldom this loving.
"Well…" the consulting detective trailed off.
"A-ha! I bloody well knew it! You do want something!" John felt proud of himself; he felt slightly superior. He rather liked this feeling.
"As you know, my birthday is coming up." Sherlock was really beating around the bush on this one. Something was definitely amiss. The great Sherlock Holmes was never hesitant like this; he was always so blunt. John found that a rather attractive quality. Wait, hold on, did Sherlock look nervous?
Taking his blonde lover's silence as an urge to continue, the tall, lanky man started once more, "I would like to put in a request for my present." Sherlock held John's eyes in an intense gaze.
"Sherlock, I've explained this a thousand times, it doesn't work like tha–"
"Marry me."
"..t. Excuse me, what?" John asked incredulously, he tone slowly turning defensive."
Heaving a great big sigh of exasperation, the dark-coloured man repeated, "Marry me, John. Do I need to explain? I have heard that many others prepare a lengthy speech for their lovers when they propose, and I thought about doing the same, but then I thought 'well, we are not exactly normal, are we?' so I didn't but if you want me to I suppose I could–" Sherlock was rambling. And faintly blushing. And his voice was a few notches quieter. It definitely wasn't a typical look for the flawlessly magnificent Sherlock bloody Holmes.
"Shut up, you great big prat. Of course I'll marry you," John was beginning to grin, grin one of his elated, face-splitting smiles. In response, a mimicking smile was appear across the youngest Holmes' face.
"Oh thank god. I was afraid it was going to affect the work, if you said no." Now Sherlock was playing around, poking fun at the other.
"Oy, we just agreed to get married. Let's let the feeling stay around just a tad longer, yes?" Sherlock just nodded dumbly as he pulled John in for a breathtaking kiss.
"Besides, I told you to stick to ice, it suits you far better."