Warning: fore play and build up to sexy times but nothing majorly detailed or anything :) If you want, you can obviously skip this chapter as (like before) it isn't essential to the plot!

October: One Month Today

"Oh John, why does this have to be so stressful?"

Sherlock continued to pace absent-mindedly around the room, whilst John and Mrs Hudson sat facing each other, stacks of paper with endless details spread between them.

"What's the date again?" Mrs Hudson asked John, her sweet voice smoothing over Sherlock's cracking one.

"One month today."

"One Month! Dear me, you certainly don't hang around do you!"

John smiled. They had discussed it and decided on November 1st since there was no need to hang around. They were to have a reasonably small service and reception since neither of them were one for big, glitsy weddings. Plus, a grand wedding was bound to attract the paparazi again and neither of them wanted that.

"We didn't see any point in hanging around."

"But planning a wedding isn't all tasting wines and picking cakes, there's a fair bit of organisation needs to go into it. Are you sure you don't want to push it back a little?"

John looked to Sherlock who was now standing just to the side of the room. Their eyes met and they knew the decision was final.

"Nope. One month today I'm afraid Mrs Hudson."

Mrs Hudson smiled and just nodded, moving on to other things. For the most part, John and Mrs Hudson sorted and talked about everything whilst Sherlock hovered about them like a hawk, contributing a few words every once in a while but mostly just fussing.

Another hour passed before they started to file away the papers, some phone-calls had been made and a few more details set in stone. Mrs Hudson had just started to walk towards the door when John added a few more notes (concerning the invitations) to the pile of papers that she held against her chest. She clucked at him but accepted the extra items all the same.

"Just this once dear, I'm not your wedding planner."

And with that simple note, she was out of the room. Juggling and shifting the files just as any wedding planner would.

Sherlock stopped pacing and came to sit by John, he tapped his foot up and down like an anxious child before an exam. John looked to him, his eyes questioning but amused and... something else.

There was only a single second more until John positively launched himself on him. He hooked his leg over both of Sherlock's so that he was sitting on his lap, forcing his lips on the man's beneath him. It was passionate and desperate, not the kind of kiss that Sherlock was used to.

Still, a little variety was good for the human brain.

John let his hand fly over Sherlock's form, from gripping down on his hips to raking themselves through his hair. But mostly, he concentrated on Sherlock's torso and chest, sometimes sweeping down his arms. Sherlock joined him but eventually settled on just brushing roughly up and down from John's hips to his waist.

Slowly, John dragged his lips to other parts of Sherlock's body, his shoulders, his neck, his ears. Sherlock was moaning almost constantly, the pressure against him so fulfilling. But he stopped just long enough to ask.

"What brought this on?"

John bit down sharply on the detective's neck, the point which always made Sherlock cry out with pleasure. He was not disappointed.

"Not that I'm complaining..."

John took his time answering, seemingly finding it difficult to drag himself away for one second.

"You're wearing the shirt I got you."

"Well yes..."

"I got it two sizes too small on purpose."

When John had bought the shirt he couldn't wait to see Sherlock in it, his chest pulsing against the fabric, straining the buttons. But really, he hadn't imagined he'd put it on when someone else was around. So when Sherlock showered and came out in the shirt, but Mrs Hudson was in the room, things were oh-so-close to perfect. He really had spent the whole time trying to concentrate on wedding preparations but it was damn-near impossible when Sherlock was basically strutting around in that shirt. God did he look good in it.

He resumed his exploration of Sherlock's body, slowly peeling the layers away from the man because as good as he looked in that shirt, he looked even better without it. As they grew against each other it was clear where this was going and neither of them resisted as they melted against each other, passion tumbling into greater and greater passion. Neither of them could ever get tired of this.

It was hours later when they finally awoke from their exhausted slumber, encased in eachother's arms. John was the first to wake, his arms pulling Sherlock's waist towards him, his fiance's nose dug into his hair. As he slowly started to move, Sherlock's galaxian eyes flickered open. He smiled. John smiled.

"I know I always say this after sex, but I really do love you John."

"I love you too Sherlock."

"I could never be without you."

"No. Never."

"I can't wait to marry you."

"It will be the best day of my life."

They shared another kiss before both falling back into a light dose, waking later and not remembering the conversation. But that didn't matter because it didn't mean any less.

Author's note: So, another chapter over and the wedding chapter is coming up! ^^ Hope you enjoyed this one, I wanted to go back to Sherlock and John's sexual side for just a bit. Actually, i'm kind of tempted to do an M one shot based on this chapter. I haven't written anything but fluff before but why not. Let me know what you think and as always, thank you so much for reading! ^^