Warning: Lemon ahead (or at least the beginning of one)
Two weeks later…
John sat on the chair, fiddling with the hard drive for the forty-fifth millionth time. He was curious, very curious, on the secrets it held. He could finally understand everything.
He glanced at where his computer lay. It was booted up and ready to go. All it needed now was for John to insert it and everything would be revealed.
He got up and strode over to the machine. The hard drive awaited in his hand. He lifted towards the computer, ready to learn everything, and ready to finally make his decision about whether or not he should permanently separate from her.
"You are going to finally do it, aren't you?" Sherlock said from behind him. John turned around to see his lover leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed. He was wearing his purple shirt and black trousers and his a mess of curls. He is looking a lot better John mused He doesn't look as sickly and as pale as before.
And it was true. Sherlock was getting healthier every day, and his wound wasn't causing him any pain. The stitches were holding together, but there was going to be a permanent scar. This didn't bother John at all, in fact, secretly, he kinda liked it.
"Um…well…yeah, I suppose so." John turned back to the computer screen, clutching the hard drive into his hand. He took a breath. "I needed to know."
He inserted the hard drive half way into the port when he hesitated.
"John?" Sherlock walked up to beside him. He gently laid a hand on his shoulder. "What's wrong?"
John bent his head. "Do you think what she said is true? That if I read this I will stop loving her?"
Sherlock's heart stopped. Did this mean that John wanted a reason to move back with Mary? Did he start having cold feet about this relationship?
"Well, there is of course going to be things that you won't like to hear, and no doubt it would change your opinion about her. Why do you ask?"
"I want to have a reason to stop loving her, Sherlock. I want to not feel guilty when I see her and tell her that I am leaving her and our child for someone else. I want to know those secrets so that I can feel free to move on with my life. I know that it is selfish, but it is what I want." A silent tear streamed down his cheek.
Sherlock had no idea how to reply to that. He understood what John was saying, because Sherlock was feeling the same way. He did love Mary (she was the only one of John's girlfriends that he could stand) and he made a promise to himself that he was going to make sure that he would never intentionally direct harm on her. But he also loved, and was in love with John. He wanted them to be together forever. He wanted to be the one to propose and have a huge wedding.
"John, I would love to give my opinion on this subject, but I can't. My opinion would be bias. This is something that you should decide."
"I know." John stared at the screen, hoping to God that maybe an email would pop up telling him what to do. But there wasn't.
He glanced down at the AGRA drive. So much information. The knowledge…
Information, knowledge...
John abruptly stood up, nearly knocking Sherlock over. "I can't do this!" I threw the hard drive into a dark corner. "I have seen what knowing too much information has done to people. It slowly makes them want more and turns them into someone like Magnussen. It was what got her in this trouble in the first place. If I read this I will just be contributing to her problems. Her past should stay her past."
John looked up to Sherlock, who was completely bewildered. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he was worried. What if John would suddenly decide to re-join his wife and leave him behind?
"Well I can respect that."
John saw this worry in Sherlock's eye. Ever since they became a 'couple' Sherlock had become easier to read than a book.
John walked up and held his lovers hands. "Sherlock, I still love Mary, but not in that way. Not anymore. She deserves better than to be alone, especially while she is still pregnant. Even though I'm not going to be living with her, I still want the child to be born with two fathers, who love them incredibly hard." John squeezed his hands hard.
"Dr John Watson, is this a marriage proposal?" Sherlock gave him a sly smile.
John snorted, "What part of that was a proposal?"
"You just said that you want your child to have two fathers."
John kissed him. "Mr Sherlock Holmes you read into this way too much. Like you do with most things." Another kiss. "I may not be a detective, but I can tell that you might be the one who wants to get married."
"And you deduced this how?"
John slid his hand down the side of Sherlock's body, not losing eye contact. He put his hand in the detective's right pocket and pulled out the little box that held the ring which Sherlock used to propose to Janine.
He knew that there was something strange with Sherlock and the wedding ring. John noticed that Sherlock didn't take it back to the store and he seemed to have formed an attachment with it. Even Anderson could figure that out.
"There would be no reason for you to be carrying this around now, wouldn't it?"
Sherlock turned a bright red and tried to grab the box away from him, but John pulled his arm away just in time.
"John, give it back!"
"No, not until you ask me to be your husband." John laughed.
"Seriously?!" Sherlock tried to go for another grab at the box, but John whipped it away too fast.
"Ok, John Hamish Watson, will you be my husband."
John smiled and gave the box back to him. "Yes. I will."
Sherlock froze. "You really are being serious."
John nodded as he lifted his hand up, took his wedding ring off, finally ridding himself from commitment with Mary, and placed it on the desk. Sherlock popped the pox open and placed the golden band on his finger.
"I must say, I didn't think that something like this would actually suit me." He leaned over and kissed Sherlock again. "I love you so much, my dear Holmes."
"Hmmm. Show me then." His leaned in, his voice lowered rough and gravelly. His hands snaked around his fiancées hips.
John blinked. "Sorry?"
"You heard me." Sherlock kissed down John's neck. "I want you to show me how much you love me. Show me that you are mine."
John slowly caught on to what he was saying. He pushed his hips into Sherlock's. "Oh someone is getting insecure." John purred into Sherlock's ear, "Is there anything specific that you want me to do?"
"I have a few ideas." Sherlock slowly unbuttoned John's shirt as he deepened the kiss on his lips. John found that he needed kiss as if it was oxygen. His head spun and his pulse raced every time Sherlock softly grazed his fingers across his chest.
John had to pull away. "Sherlock, love, I needed to sit."
John and Sherlock fell on the couch, still in each others embrace. Sherlock started to unbuckle John's belt and John started with Sherlock's shirt.
I can't believe that I am doing this! Sherlock thought After all these years together I finally get to have him to myself properly.
"Sherlock, dear…" Mrs Hudson called as she opened the door.
"GET OUT MRS HUDSON!" Sherlock cut her off. She squeaked with fright as she ran out of the flat, something cluttering.
"Sherlock that was rude." John scolded him, but he was smiling.
"I am sorry, but I have been dying to do this for a very long time and I am not going to let anything or anyone get in my way! And plus I am half naked, I wouldn't like to shock her."
"Sherlock Holmes, you went to Buckingham Palace in only a sheet. Since when did you have dignity?" John pointed out.
Sherlock replied only with a kiss. He rid John of his trousers.
"I am not very comfortable here." Sherlock whispered.
"Bedroom?"
"Bedroom."
Helloooooo my bokkies
I have to warn you that the next chapter is going to solely be pure smut. I just thought I should put that out there. I will put a warning at the beginning of the next chapter just in case.
Love from thecapefangirl