Author's Note:

CUTEST CHAPTER EVER! Ahem. Well, I find it adorable anyway. My thanks again to everyone who is reviewing and subscribing! =)


Sherlock watched John with a frown, reading his body language easily. He was about to say something when the army doctor walked away into the bathroom. Should he let John be alone or try and say something? He hadn't had to deal with comforting anyone before. He had learned and grown a lot, but he now felt overwhelming unprepared for what to do next. He wanted to wrap his fiancé in his arms and just let the other man cry. However, John was a proud man. Would he want that? He finally got up and went over to the bathroom door. "My dear doctor, can I come in?"

John took several deep breaths after he heard Sherlock's voice, trying to calm himself the best he could. This wasn't want Sherlock needed right now. He needed a fiancé who was going to spoil him while he was still here. After several calming breaths John stood, wincing at the reflection he saw in the mirror. His eyes were already slightly red. He placed his hand on the door knob, taking a deep breath before pulling the door open and looking up at Sherlock. "I don't want to lose you," he whispered before glancing away. "You deserve so much better."

Sherlock looked down at John, his lips tight with worry and brows scrunched together tightly. He really didn't know what to say. What the right words to say would be. Were there any? Here he thought he had figured out what there was to know about relationships finally. Yet, now he honestly didn't know what to do or say. It was frustrating. Stupid and selfish. Think about John, he needed him right now. Words still failed him. So, once more he wrapped his fiancé in a tight hug.

John pressed his face into Sherlock's bare chest, his arms wrapping tightly around his torso. He had run into a war without a second though, without considering how it would hurt Sherlock. What if he died? He had cheated on Sherlock, had planned on doing it again. He slammed his eyes shut and groaned as he tried to hold back tears. "And now your bloody Mum probably won't like me either because she knows, Sherlock. She knows everything. About Jenny, how she was pregnant when I was twenty but lost the child. And about how I cheated on you with Sarah. And I was arrested for a night when I was in Uni for punching a Constable and I'm no man to marry her son," he ended with a loud, shaky breath and pressed tighter against Sherlock.

Sherlock blinked at the sudden outpour of John's words. "John, slow down. I don't think she knows any of that. Hell, I didn't even know two out of three." He brought his hand up to the back of John's head and gently stroked it, hoping to calm the army doctor. "There is nothing to worry about. Nothing at all, my dear doctor." He leaned his head down and kissed the top of John's head.

John leaned heavily on Sherlock as he slowly started to relax. A small hiccup caused his chest to jump slightly as he closed his eyes. "S-Sorry," he muttered as his fingers clutched at Sherlock's side. "I just... I want to make you happy and your family happy." He moved his head to look up at Sherlock. "And here I am overseas abandoning you and making you worry. I must look like the worst fiancé ever."

Sherlock unwrapped an arm from around John's waist and put it to his lips and shook his head. "Hush." He said quietly and then once more wrapped his arm around the army doctor for another hug. He didn't know what to say to quell the fears of the man in his arms, so he decided to try and distract him. He tilted his head once more, and began kissing John on the lips. His hand slid down John's back and squeezed his ass.

John hesitated slightly before returning the kiss, pressing back into Sherlock's hand with a soft moan. Distraction. It was the only way Sherlock probably knew how to handle the situation at hand. John was emotionally charged and Sherlock didn't exactly have experience in calming down extremely emotional people. "Sorry," he whispered against Sherlock's lips, his eyes still closed. "I didn't mean to..." He gave up on the sentence and met Sherlock's lips again.

For a moment Sherlock thought his plan to distract John had failed. However, when their lips meet again he nibbled lightly on the bottom lip. He pulled away and looked down at his beloved doctor. "How about that shower? We can do that thing we did while we were in Scotland. As I recall, you rather enjoyed that." He knew it wasn't what John was looking for or needed right now, but he didn't know what else to do or say. This was far out of his depth. It was one of the things he worried about silently. That he would never be good enough John, be enough for him. Oh…OH! He suddenly hugged the army doctor tightly. "You, John Watson, are the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me. So, please stop worrying. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. You've taught me so much. I'm a better person because of you."

John had started to respond to the shower comment when his chest felt crushed against Sherlock. His words were quick but heartfelt, sincere, and Sherlock was trying. Really trying. "Thank you," he replied softly before glancing back at the shower. "I'm not up for another round of anything sexual but I wouldn't mind a shower with you," he added hopefully. "Just need to relax a bit, get rid of this stress." John let a smile grace his lips for a quick moment before he leaned back and turned the water on with a grin. "I still get to see you naked so I guess it will have to do." He needed to get away from the emotional situation. Bury it and ignore it until it never came back.

Sherlock smirked a little and nodded. He waited until the water was hot and then got in. John seemed to need the shower more than he did, so he moved toward the back of it so the majority of the steaming water could pour over the army doctor. His body shivered, suddenly cold because the water that splashed upon him was much warmer than the air that surrounded him.

John watched Sherlock with a lop-sided smile before getting into the shower directly under the spray. Every muscle in his body tensed from the sudden temperature change but as soon as he adjusted to it, John's entire body relaxed. His mouth opened slightly, he dropped his head, and let a small moan escape from his mouth. How had he gone so long without a long, hot shower? After a deep breath he lifted his head and opened his eyes. "I can share, you know," he said with a crooked smile, letting his eyes scan Sherlock's body.

Sherlock smirked. "You sure? If I recollect correctly, and I do of course, a certain army doctor has told me that he has trouble keeping his hands off of me. I wouldn't want to tempt him." Even as he spoke, he closed the small gap between them. He gave a quick kiss on John's nose, then reached over and grabbed the bottle of complimentary shampoo. He applied some to his hand and then his scalp. He offered the bottle to John, unsure if he would want to use it since the army doctor had already taken a shower earlier.

"Very funny," John mumbled with a playful pout. He watched Sherlock for a long moment before greedily taking the shampoo. Sure, he had taken a shower early, but it wasn't often that he felt very clean. Now was the perfect time to take advantage of any sort of clean feeling he could get. He eagerly put some soap in his hair, scrubbing vigorously with a grin. "I can't help it if you're fucking attractive," he stated calmly as one hand moved from his hair to spread soap suds across Sherlock's chest.

"Hmmm, 'fucking attractive' am I? Tsk, tsk, such language for a decorated army doctor." Sherlock smirked as he scrubbed the suds around in his curly, dark hair. There was still bubbles on his hands and he blew them at John's face, careful to avoid the eyes and to aim for the chin and cheeks. It wasn't often he was playful, but he wanted to help make John feel better. He didn't know what else to try, so he went with this tactic.

John laughed, ducking under the water to avoid the bubbles and grinning when some of them stuck to his face. "Did you really just blow bubbles in my face?" He asked with another laugh. "Oh, Sherlock Holmes," he shook his head and ran his hands through his hair. After a cocky smirk he lifted his hand and blew bubbles right at Sherlock's face. He didn't pause as he got more soap on his hand and smeared it across Sherlock's chest with a childish grin.

Sherlock grinned, getting the exact response he had hoped for. He reached down and grabbed a bar of soap. He advanced upon John closely, so that the army doctor would have to back up against the wall. The water sprayed on him mostly now, so he reached up with his free hand and tilted it so most of it was now spraying on the back wall of the shower. He lathered up his hands and then wiped the bubbles all over John's ears. "I think you missed behind your ears the first time my dear doctor." His eyes gleamed as he smirked.

John shivered as his back touched the cool tile wall. It was soon forgotten when he felt Sherlock's hands on his ears, a grin spreading across his lips. "Good thing I've got you here to help me with it." He reached anywhere he could and found the small bottle of conditioner. He folded his hands behind his back, popping the cap and squeezing as much as he could into his hand. "You'll make such a lovely husband." After a deep breath and swiftly moved his hand and smeared the conditioner across Sherlock's cheek, his mouth twisting as he tried to keep from laughing.

The smirk got bigger. "Mmm, indeed." Sherlock then began smearing bubbles on John's neck and then his back. God, when was the last him he just had fun? Well, he and John had fun in Scotland. However, this was…childish fun, something completely different. It was carefree, but he was enjoying it. Anytime spent with John was enough to make him happy. Seeing his fiancé happy as well, made it all that much better.

John watched one of Sherlock's hands until it moved to his back, quickly moving his gaze to Sherlock. He lifted a hand, gently wiping the conditioner off of Sherlock's face. He paused to stare at his hand for a moment before smearing it into Sherlock's hair, using both of his hands to mold Sherlock's hair into a mohawk. This time he laughed, leaning forward to meet Sherlock's lips. "That style suits you," he whispered with a grin. "And I'm now out of bathroom products that can make bubbles."

Sherlock rolled his eyes up to see his new hair style but it didn't work out too well. "Guess I get to have all the fun then." He wiggled the bar of soap in front of John's face, tauntingly. Then reached down began putting suds on the army doctor's legs, from the knees down to the tips of the toes. He stood straight once more, reached up and tilted the shower head straight down so it could spray down over both of them, washing away the bubbles down the drain.

John let his head fall back against the tile, taking the moment in with a content sigh. When the water fell over him, he moaned and pushed himself forward to press against Sherlock. The water felt amazing and was massaging his muscles in a way that the showers on base didn't do. He wrapped his arms tightly around Sherlock's body and smiled against his chest. "I love you," he whispered against Sherlock's skin. He looked up at Sherlock, blinking to try and get the water out of his eyes.

Sherlock returned the hug with a smile. "Love you too," he murmured into John's head as he gave it a kiss. He looked down at John, head tilted at an angle that ended up dispersing the water on either side of his shoulders. "Love holding you like this. It's nice. Reminds me of the time I came from the hospital and I drew a Rubik's cube on your chest while we snuggled on the couch."

"You remember the most specific things," John said. He remembered snuggling on the couch but struggled to remember anything other than that. John reached behind him and shut the water off, sighing at the loss of heat pounding against his back. "Mind if we relax on the bed? I want to sleep," he muttered as he placed his hand over Sherlock's heart. It was steady. Calm. It sounded exactly like he remembered. "I want to sleep with my head on your chest while you play with what's left of my hair.

Sherlock smiled. "You shouldn't be surprised by that. I remember what is important to me. Any moment with you, would fall into that category my dear doctor. Relaxing in bed sounds good. I'll draw another Rubik's cube on you." He smirked a bit, kissed the top of John's head, released the embrace and stepped out of the shower. He dried off while walking toward the bed, letting the towel drop on the floor just before climbing onto the comfortable mattress.

John smirked, watching Sherlock with interest. It should be a crime for that man tom walk in front of him, especially with no clothes on. He snatched up his own towel from the bathroom, drying himself off quickly as he walked toward the bed. "I mean, snuggling with you is important, don't get me wrong." He slid onto the mattress and instantly curled against Sherlock's side. "But I don't remember every shape I ever drew on you," he ended the sentence with a kiss to Sherlock's chest before he rested his head right on top of Sherlock's heart. That's when it hit him. Everything. The reality of his life. This was Sherlock Holmes, the cold and distant man he moved in with after knowing almost nothing about him. The man who delighted in solving murders, smiled and laughed at crime scenes. This was the man he was marrying. The man he had fallen in love with. He slowly lifted his head and studied Sherlock with wide eyes.

Sherlock snuggled into John immediately. One hand wrapped around the army doctor's body and the other one running lightly through John's hair. "You also don't have the memory I do though." He replied lightly. His eyebrows went up when the other man looked up at him."What?"

"I'm marrying you," John stated softly. "You. Sherlock Holmes." He smiled softly because he realized he must sound like some sort of idiot. "I just... I never thought... It's you and you're so... just," he shook his head. He was tired, it was difficult to explain everything going on in his mind. He met Sherlock's gaze for a moment before relaxing against Sherlock and closed his eyes. "Wake me up in a few hours, okay? I don't want to sleep too long," he yawned. "Want to spend time with you."

Admittedly, Sherlock was the last person to think he was marriage material. Yet, here he was engaged. There was a lot he had learned since being with John. A lot of him that had changed. He reflected quietly, so his dear army doctor could sleep in peace. He wasn't tired himself, so he stayed awake. His fingers continued to run through John's hair. Sherlock looked down at the ring on the necklace he was wearing. Married. He was getting married. As long as John came back alive that is. Nope. Don't even think about it. He tried to force it from his mind. However, the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone and plagued his mind while John slept. Without realizing it, he gripped the other man tighter and closer to him.

The dreams in his head had been pleasant. Well, more than pleasant. They weren't crystal clear but he knew Sherlock was beneath, writhing and begging, and suddenly there was tightness around his chest. John took a deep breath, his face tightening and the ring on his left hand running down Sherlock's chest in a sleepy effort to remove himself from the embrace. His dream changed, adjusted, and he pressed his hips against Sherlock's side with a moan. His face relaxed and his pressed closer to Sherlock. "Sher-" His hand stilled on Sherlock's chest, his hips pressing forward again before he relaxed into a restful sleep.

When John stirred, Sherlock broke from his thoughts to look thoughtfully at the army doctor. He wanted to make sure his fiancé wasn't having any nightmares. Good, he didn't appear to be. In fact, it appeared to be just the opposite. He smirked at the thought and then leaned down to give a light kiss on John's head. Even though Sherlock wasn't really doing anything but watch John sleep time seemed to go by pretty quickly anyway. About four hours went by and he considered letting John sleep more rather than be selfish and wake him up. Clearly, the army doctor needed the sleep.

The rest of his sleep was dreamless, deep, and when John slowly opened his eyes he realized that the steady rhythm under his ear was Sherlock's heartbeat. He stirred slightly, stretching with a wide yawn and clicking his teeth together as his mouth snapped shut. "Wha' time is it?" He asked softly, looking up at Sherlock and meeting his lips. He winced at the movement, trying to hide it the best he could from Sherlock. Their earlier activities were definitely being felt. "Sherlock, how long did I actually sleep?" His voice was clearer now, holding a small twinge of frustration.

"It's eight fifteen in the evening, local time. You went to sleep around four thirty, so you slept for almost four hours. Did you get enough rest?" Sherlock asked, giving a small sideways hug to John. His fingers still strayed through the short hair, having not tired from doing it all.

John narrowed his eyes slightly. "You could've woke me up, y'know," he growled despite the playful smile on his lips. Sleeping was something he had desperately needed but he would have much rather spent time with Sherlock. It didn't matter if they had just laid in the bed and talked or eaten food that would have been horrible for them. He had wasted it sleeping. "I'm sorry I fell asleep, I know you want to spend time together." He rubbed the heel of his hand against his eyes before dropping it back on to Sherlock's chest. "D'you want to do anything? TV? Food?"

"You needed the sleep, so don't apologize for it." Sherlock replied and then shrugged. "It doesn't really matter to me. If you are hungry we could order some room service. You can have a proper meal." He leaned over to pick up the welcome packet on the table beside the bed. He opened it, found some menus to order from. In a place like this, would a kitchen be open late or close early? He really wasn't sure, because he usually avoided hotels like these. The people who usually stayed at them were what Sherlock considered to be the most annoying sort of people around.