Hello! This story is inspired by a post on Tumblr, which I sadly cannot find again. It's also dedicated to my best friend Elise!
It's a oneshot, but I might do a small series of oneshots continued on from this.
Summary: Sherlock musters up the courage to ask John the most important question of his life. "Will you marry me?" Will he manage to? And what will John say?
Pairings: Johnlock, duh!
Disclaimer: God, I wish!
Sherlock played with the blue velvet box. It was tiny, yet it held so much hope. What would he say? Would he say anything? Would Sherlock even be brave enough to ask? Of course he would be brave enough to ask. He was Sherlock Holmes! He had faced the Golem, the "proper genius" cabbie, Jim Moriarty. He had even pretended to be dead for three years, just to save the man he loved. Of course he could propose to John Watson. He heard the front door unlock and sat up, hiding the box in his coat pocket. "John, you're finally home!" He cried, getting up of the couch and stepping over the coffee table.
"Busy day; lots of patients," John replied, setting down his shopping. "I got milk," He added, holding up the carton. Sherlock smiled slightly at their inside joke.
"Thanks," He gave John a kiss on the cheek, and walked towards the bedroom. He opened the door for John. "Get dressed, we're going out."
"What, like a date?" John chuckled, another inside joke. He headed into the other room, and started to go through his clothes. Sherlock closed the door to give him a little privacy.
"That's what I was suggesting!"
As they entered Angelo's, Sherlock nervously fiddled with the ring box. "You all right, Sherlock?" asked John.
"Fine, fine, sorry. Just... thinking about a case," The pause was un-noticeable to anyone but Sherlock and his partner. John frowned, but wouldn't let it spoil their night. He would ask again when they got home. They sat at their usual spot by the window, looking on to 22 Northumberland St. They ordered their meals, and Angelo brought them a candle, "to make it more romantic," just like their first "date" there. Sherlock ate quietly, often looking up at his lover to decide when the right time to ask him was. Finally, when they were finished and waiting for their deserts, Sherlock made up his mind. As John looked out the window, Sherlock held the box in his hand, still hidden by his coat pocket. "John," He began. When John turned to him, he kept talking. "When we first came here, I told you I was married to my work. That's still true," John's face fell slightly, confused. "And, John, without you, without your blog, I would have not nearly as many clients. So, really, you are my work. So, John," Sherlock kneeled on the floor, holding out the box and flipping it open. John's eyes widened. "Will you marry me?" John stared.
"Sherlock…" he trailed off, and then reacted the same way he had when he found out Sherlock was alive. By kissing him hard on the lips. (Well, when he found out he was alive, he punched him first. But not this time, luckily!) Everyone else in the restaurant clapped as they broke away so Sherlock could put the ring on John. It was a simple silver band, with the inscription 'Come at once, if convenient' on it. "If inconvenient…" Whispered John, looking at it, then blinking up at Sherlock, eyes glistening with tears. Sherlock's moist, bright blue eyes met his as he finished off the quote, smiling.
"…Come anyway."