Author's Note: Thank you for being patient! Below is the next installment of the story! How will this chapter go? Will John and Sherlock fight? Will they discuss their future together? Or, will they talk about cases that they had solved? Read to find out!
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John woke in someone else's arms. His eyes fluttered open and he glanced over his shoulder. A man with dark brown curly hair and pale skin was sleeping behind him; his breath brushed John's cheek. John shivered and smiled slightly. He rolled over so he was laying face-to-face with Sherlock. Some sunlight streamed through the blinds and rested against Sherlock's cheek. John gently brushed Sherlock's cheek. Sherlock mumbled something in his sleep and scooted closer to John. John smiled and kissed Sherlock lightly on the lips.
John sighed and continued to stare at Sherlock for a while before he finally decided to get out of bed. He pushed back the covers, tossed his legs over the side, and headed to the kitchen. He poured some water into the tea kettle and placed it on the stove so it would heat up while he tried to find something to make for breakfast. He searched through the cupboards until he found the fixings for crepes. Smiling to himself, he took out the box and moved some large bowls to the center of the counter. Once he skimmed through the recipe, he started mixing the ingredients together.
When he was about to pour the wet ingredients on top of the dry, the tea kettle started to scream. He turned off the stove and poured the water into two mugs.
"Good morning," a voice said in his ear, throwing John out of his thoughts. He jumped and turned around.
Sherlock was standing behind him with a smirk painted across his face.
"Sherlock! You scared me."
John lightly slapped Sherlock's arm and went around him so he could grab the tea bags that he wanted to put in the mugs. Right when he was about to tear them open Sherlock took them from him.
"I got it, John. You focus on the crepes." Sherlock looked over John's shoulder at the bowls that were resting on the counter. His eyes flicked back to John. "You are making crepes, right?"
John smiled and nodded.
"Good guess. Yeah, I am. I thought that I would make something special."
Sherlock dropped the tea bags into the mugs and went over to John. Sherlock wrapped his arms around John's waist and kissed his cheek gently.
"Stop it, Sherlock. I'll get crepe mix all over you," John giggled as he finished pouring the wet ingredients into the dry.
"I don't mind," Sherlock whispered as he planted another kiss on John's cheek. Chills ran up John's spine.
"Well if you make me spill this we won't be able to have any crepes and you need to eat something."
Sherlock groaned softly.
"Do I need to?"
John nodded.
"Yes. Now go set the table so we can eat once the crepes are done."
Sherlock pouted slightly but didn't say anything. John smiled as Sherlock set to work on the table. John turned on the stove and placed a skillet on top of it. He waited for the skillet to warm up before he poured the mixture. Sherlock groaned, lurching John out of his thoughts. John turned around and saw Sherlock standing right next to the table, his arms crossed over his chest. Sherlock's gaze met John's.
"What is it, Sherlock?" John asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"I don't know how to set the table."
John rolled his eyes.
"Oh, really? Did you delete it?" He asked teasingly.
Sherlock pouted and nodded.
"Oh, that's too bad. Too bad I won't set the table... I have to make the crepes."
Sherlock frowned.
"Fine, I'll finish setting the table," Sherlock said.
John smiled and turned back towards the stove. He buttered the skillet and poured the mixture onto it. He nurtured the crepe until it was the texture that he liked; once it was, he took it out of the skillet and poured more batter. He kept doing this until he had a stack of four crepes sitting next to the stove.
"Ready?" John asked Sherlock who was in the family room, playing his violin. He nodded, put down his violin, and joined John in the kitchen.
"Of course."
John smiled and sat down at the table. He gave Sherlock a crepe that had nutella on the top of it. Nutella was one of Sherlock's favorite foods, so John made sure that he gave Sherlock that one. Sherlock smiled and started to dig in.
"So," Sherlock said after he swallowed. "We haven't talked about the wedding at all...when do you want the wedding to be?"
John glanced up, stunned. Goosebumps covered the back of his neck.
"I don't really mind."
Sherlock shook his head.
"Come on, John. A wedding is a very important event. You have to have some opinion on when you want it to be. Plus, this is our day, John," he reached over the table and placed his hand on top of John's. "I want it to be exactly the way we want it. I don't want it to be arranged at the last minute."
Marriage wasn't something that John had given thought about for a long time. Truth be told, he couldn't really remember when he had last thought about it. He may have had a lot of dates over the years, but he hadn't ever truly pictured himself marrying any of those women. He stared at Sherlock and his lips twitched up into a smile. Who would have guessed that this man- the impossible Sherlock Holmes- would be the one that made him settle down?
"What's on your mind, John?" Sherlock asked, his eyebrows knitting together.
"I just was thinking that I didn't expect to ever get married." John paused when Sherlock frowned slightly. "It's not that I didn't want to get married, but I I kept feeling like I wouldn't meet the right person. I never felt like I could truly be myself around any of them. With you though, I feel like I can be myself. I imagine myself having a life with you."
Sherlock smiled and rubbed his thumb against the back of John's hand. Goosebumps spread across John's skin.
"And what does this life look like?" Sherlock asked.
John shrugged and gestured to the room around them.
"Pretty much like this. Solving crimes, living in the city, enjoying each other's company."
Sherlock's smile spread into a grin. He squeezed John's hand gently.
"So...when do you want the wedding? The sooner we get married...the sooner we can start a life together."
John thought for a moment and ran his hand through his hair.
"Maybe...winter? You know, we could have it in Hyde Park or something?"
Sherlock's smile faded a little.
"Outside?"
John chuckled and shrugged.
"I don't know. I think having a winter wedding would be nice, though. Not many people I know have had one in the winter."
"Well, winter it is, then."
"Fantastic. If you don't want it to be outside, I understand. I just thought that it would be different. We can be traditional and have it in a hotel or someplace else instead."
"The place doesn't really matter to me as long as you're happy with it, John."
John blushed and took a bite of his crepe, trying to buy some time before he had to speak again. He was positive that if he spoke now his voice would come out all high-pitched. He knew that getting married was important to Sherlock, but he did not think that Sherlock would care about the actual wedding or where John wanted it.
"But I want you to be happy with the wedding, Sherlock. I know that you want me to be happy with the wedding, but I want you to make some decisions about it, too. And I know that you care about the wedding, so don't act like you don't."
Sherlock stared at John, completely taken aback. Sometimes he still couldn't believe that John cared about what he wanted. Most people just assumed that he would be fine with anything, but in truth, he wasn't. Sherlock did want things, but people tended to act like he didn't know what he was talking about. Donovan and Anderson always acted that way around him. He was sure that they were intimidated by him, but that did not mean that they had to be rude to him.
John licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He stared at Sherlock with wide, almost gray eyes.
"So...Sherlock, where do you want the wedding?" John asked, sending Sherlock back to the present.
If Sherlock was completely honest, he did not have any idea where he wanted the wedding to be. When he was younger, marriage never really seemed like something that he wanted. Of course, he gave it some thought, but he never pictured himself as a person who would get married. When he was younger, kids always shunned him. Even in university. They barely talked to him; they always thought that he was some type of freak. After going through that, he knew that he would never be able to get married because no one dared to give him a chance. Until John, that is. John seemed to ignore what everyone else said though. John seemed to treat him like a normal human being; someone with wants and emotions like any other person.
Sherlock let out a slow breath.
"I have not given it much thought yet. I will need time to think about it."
John nodded.
"That's okay. We don't have to decide where we want it now. Does winter sound good, though?"
"Yes; winter sounds like a good time to have the wedding."
John grinned and took a large sip of his tea. Blood rushed to his cheeks, turning them red. Sherlock took a bite of his crepe and chewed slowly, his eyes on John. As he watched John, his mind turned to the day of the actual wedding. They would probably only invite a couple of people, seeing as most people didn't really want to hang out with Sherlock. Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, and Mycroft would be invited, but he wasn't sure who else would be. John still didn't really talk to anyone in his family, so he wasn't sure if he would want to invite any of them.
Sherlock was sure that he and John would walk down the aisle a few seconds apart from one another. Sherlock would probably enter first, and then once he was halfway down the aisle, John would enter. He could imagine them both in their best suits in front of the officiator, unable to take their eyes off of each other. Chills ran down his spine; yes, he definitely wanted to get married. He wanted to be able to stand in front of John and show him that he wasn't going anywhere; that he was his for life.
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