This is kind of sappy, but yeah...
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
Sherlock paced up and down the living room. John would be home soon, and of course he was nervous. John was his everything. He needed him.
The front door opened, and John walked in, tired after a long day. He put his coat on the rack, and sat on the coach.
"Dear, can you make me tea? I've had a long day, and I'm exhausted," John asked, adjusting his body so he was now laying down.
"Sure," Sherlock replied, going into the kitchen and switching on the kettle.
The detective re-entered the living room a few minutes later, a mug of tea in his hand. He put the mug on the coffee table, and sat on the edge of the couch, pulling John's legs onto his lap. John sat up and scooted next to Sherlock. He took his mug off the table and sipped his tea slowly. He put it back on the table, then put his head on Sherlock's shoulder. Sherlock stroked John's hair lovingly.
"Do you still want to go out tonight? We had a date planned," Sherlock asked.
"Yes, of course. I'd love to... right after I take nap," The good doctor said, laying down, putting his head in Sherlock's lap.
Sherlock kissed John's forehead. He closed his eyes and thought about the same thing that he had been worrying about before. He was never this nervous, why was he nervous? There was no need to be nervous. Oh god, but it could all go wrong. So, so wrong, but he needed to do this.
At around 8, Sherlock woke John.
"If you want to go out, we should go now," Sherlock said softly, waking John.
"Mmmmm," John replied, still half asleep.
"Come on," The detective said, pulling John off the coach with him.
"I'm sorry, I don't think I can. I am so tired," John replied, leaning against Sherlock's chest, half asleep.
Sherlock sighed, "It's okay, love, let's go to bed."
"You called me 'love'. I like that. I love you," John replied, eyes closed, drifting off.
Sherlock smiled, and picked up John. It would have to wait until tomorrow.
"I love you, too," The taller man replied, carrying John into their room- formerly Sherlock's room.
Sherlock lay John on the bed and pulled the blankets over his sleeping figure. The detective climbed into bed next to his sleeping lover. Sherlock was surprisingly tired, and quickly fell asleep despite his racing mind.
The next morning, John woke to his lover's piercing blue eyes.
"Good morning, Sherlock," John said, staring back into those beautiful eyes.
"Good morning, love," Sherlock replied.
John smiled, he called him "love" again.
Sherlock's heart started beating faster; time to take a leap.
"John, I love you. You're the love of my life. I don't know how else to say this, but..." Sherlock reached into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small box.
"Will you marry me?" Sherlock revealed the box and opened it.
John began to tear up; he blinked back the tears and looked Sherlock in the eyes. John put his hand on the nape of Sherlock's neck and kissed him lightly at first, then more passionately.
"Sherlock Holmes, I would love nothing more than to be your husband," John said against Sherlock's lips.
Sherlock took the ring out of the box and put it on John's finger.
Sherlock smiled, and pulled away from John. He looked into John's eyes, running his hand along John's cheek.
Sherlock rested his forehead against John's, still looking into those brown eyes.
"I was terribly nervous you would say no," The detective admitted.
"Never, ever doubt my love for you, Sherlock. I love you and all I want is to be with you. Know that, Sherlock. I will always love you," John said, placing a kiss on Sherlock's forehead.
Sherlock took John's hand and kissed the ring now on it. He trailed kisses up his fiancé's arm and neck, finally kissing John on the lips.
This was how it was going to be. Forever.
FIN
I promise there will be Mystade in the next chapter.
Also, I'm sorry about any mistakes/typos in the last chapter, I found a mistake and I feel like an idiot for not catching it.
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