It was with great hesitation and confusion and absolute newness that Sherlock Holmes and John H. Watson entered a relationship with each other. It was difficult for both of them, what with John being baffled by his recently found bisexuality, which was triggered by Sherlock, whom was baffled by relationships as a whole. Sherlock didn't truly understand them – cuddling and whispering sweet nothings seemed like a huge waste of his time, and remembering anniversaries was definitely a huge waste of his valuable memory drive – but he did understand that what he felt for John was unlike what he felt for anyone else. And so, with his possessiveness over John and adoration for the smaller man in mind, he offered that they become partners in much more than a work-based ethic. John was startled at first, but he obliged happily all the same.
They didn't have a wedding. Sherlock said that a wedding would be too dull, and John just agreed whilst thinking of the cost of such a thing (never on his pay check) rather than how amusing it would be. However, they did sign the civil partnership register and buy brass rings for one another so as to signify their love which was as on-going as a circle, and for something to waggle at other people so as to say "Sorry, I'm taken".Sherlock also endured John's suggestion of inviting a few people around to celebrate with them, although Sherlock spent most of the evening insulting people and screeching with the violin in his room, which John would drag him from, telling him that his actions were "a bit not good" and that he should "be nice". Sherlock couldn't help but obey those endearing blue eyes boring into him.
Most days their relationship went unnoticed and unacknowledged apart from when John would notice his ring out of the corner of his eye, and he would look up at Sherlock and say, "I'd forgotten; I'm much more than a friend now, aren't I?" and he would chortle as Sherlock would reply with "Yes, but please refrain from telling my job. I'm married to it, you see, and I'm sure it wouldn't appreciate this affair."
Another time when their relationship would be remembered was when Sherlock woke up to a face full of dusty blonde hair and the feeling of warm, slow breath against his neck. There he would stay and watch John asleep for a while until John followed suit in consciousness, and Sherlock would become bored of the idle, mindless chit-chat which ensued first thing in the morning, jumping up and out of bed and leaving for the living room where he would sit hunched on the sofa or look out of the window, deep in thought, or tap away at the laptop or phone so as to annoy someone of some sort with his massive intellect and amazing ability to insult.
John was fine with it though. He knew Sherlock was like a distracted child, searching endlessly for a thrill, like that of opening your first neatly wrapped present under the glowing lights of the Christmas tree. Besides, there was a bright side to it: with Sherlock gone, John could hog more of the bed and snooze for a few more minutes.
Author's notes: Hey, guys! Tis my first time writing a BBC Sherlock fic, so go easy on me, please; even if it's dreadful. However, I actually like how this turned out - especially the part describing Sherlock as a child searching for a thrill, because...well, let's face it: he kind of is exactly that. XD But we love him for it.
Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock. It belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
AnorexicWalrus~