Chapter thirteen: Don't let tonight ever end

I looked up at Sherlock, his face was cold. I bit my lip. Sherlock then handed me his phone and took mine. "Shall we get this over with?"

I nodded and answered the phone. "Hello Mycroft."

Tammy? I need to talk to Sherlock.

"About what?" I said. "He's talking to Moriarty at the moment, but I think I know what you're calling me about."

Really?

"Yes." I inhaled. "Sherlock proposed to me."

There was silence on the other end for a long time. And what did you say?

"I accepted him."

Tammy, please reconsider. Be sure before you make a decision. Is a life with my brother what you really want?

"It is Mycroft. I do, I want it, more than anything I've wanted in my life." Sherlock began shouting at Moriarty and I cleared my throat. "I've got to go. What did you need to talk to him about?"

I was going to tell him to reconsider, but now, what can one say?

"You can wish me luck."

Good luck Tammy and congratulations.

I turned off the phone at the same time Sherlock drew his arm back to throw my phone at the wall. "Wait!" I shouted and he paused. "That's my phone." I handed him his phone. "Here, throw this one."

Sherlock made a face. "Yours is an old phone."

"I'll make you buy me the exact same replica to replace mine if you damage it and that will take some detective work." I laughed and wrapped my arm about him. "So, what did he tell you?"

"Oh he was spreading his typical threats of gloom and doom. Boring. So what did Mycroft want?"

"He wanted you to reconsider asking me. He was too late of course."

"Well, don't we have two romantic minded siblings?" Sherlock picked up the champagne glass and I followed his example. "Here's to us…the future Mrs. Holmes."

I flush brightly at the way Mrs. Holmes came out of his mouth. "Here's to us….Mr. Holmes." We sipped our champagne and then I announced. "Sherlock, from here on out there will only be kissing permitted."

He stopped in mid drink and stared at me. "What do you mean?"

"No more playing around or sleeping in each other's bed."

He set the glass down. "Why on earth not?"

"I think it's proper that we…wait for such things."

"Oh for God's sake Tammy," he scooted his chair forward. "are you really serious?"

"Yes I am."

"And I cannot touch you?"

"Well you can touch my hand or arm Sherlock. Certain areas….are restricted for the time being."

"Such as?"

I shook my head. "You know exactly what I mean and you know that I am not going to name the places."

He smirked. "Give me a hint."

"The areas that females have which the males differ." Sherlock groans and I smile. "As for kissing, only on the mouth or cheek." Sherlock leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his propped elbow. "No neck or anywhere else."

He frowned. "If you're thinking that I'm actually going to obey these rules," I arched my brow. "I can't promise anything."

"You will. And further more," I leaned forward slightly. "on valentine's night, you're definitely going to be looking forward to a great many things."

Sherlock nodded and took my hand. "Thank you Tammy."

I frowned. "For what?"

"For waiting for me." At my frown he asked. "Do you not remember those words you spoke to Mycroft, when he was taunting your virginity a while back?"

I nod. "Yes, I remember. You…heard me?"

He nods. "You've got a very passionate voice, and even if I hadn't been listening below with the door open, I would have heard you." Sherlock leaned forward and kissed me on my forehead. "Thanks for waiting for me Tammy."

"I hope I'm worth it."

"You were worth the mystery, so don't think you're not worth it."

"Sherlock," I croak out. "if Irene was taunting you by calling you…the virgin-

"It's true."

"Thank you Sherlock." I tremble as tears puddle in my eyes. "Thank you, for waiting for me."

"I actually wasn't interested in anything like that until I met you. Now," he smirked. "I'm looking forward to a lot of things with you." He leans forward and kisses me on the nose. "Incidentally, are kisses on the nose allowed?"

I laughed and squeezed his hand. The rest of the night was magical. Sherlock and I talked about some of the wedding details. John, of course would be the best man and Mrs. Hudson would be my matron of honor. I insisted on inviting Molly, Lestrade and Sherlock's family. Sherlock said that they'd probably try to take over my wedding arrangements and I'd have to not let them bully me.

We didn't want an elaborate wedding. The ceremony could actually take place in my flat, then, we'd all go down to Angelo's to have the reception. We'd both keep our flats; Sherlock would clear out his bedroom of his clothes and move into mine. That way he had more room to put his experiments and we wouldn't have to adjust our way of life. Sherlock could be messy and my flat could be clean.

Sherlock walked me up to my flat and respectfully kissed me goodnight. I had my arms around his shoulder and his were around my waist, but we both didn't want to let go of each other. "Goodnight." I whisper.

"Goodnight." Sherlock mumbles in my ear, but we both don't let go.

I laugh. "I don't want this moment to end."

"Me either." Sherlock reaches into his pocket, pulls out his phone, pushing a few buttons and then tucks it back into his pocket.

I exhale deeply. "I really should go."

"Why?"

I shrug. "I don't know, but it's proper."

"Yes." Some light music fills the air, and I shake my head as Sherlock pulls me back into his arms. "But why bother with it being proper?"

We just said goodnight an hour ago, I laugh at the sound of Cliff Richard's voice coming from Sherlock's pocket. even though I know I ought to go. Don't send me away, please just let me stay.

I shake my head. "Sorry Sherlock, you're going to have to go."

"Why?"

"It's not proper."

"You said that already." He rolls his eyes as he rests his chin on my shoulder. "Hmm, let's make it proper then."

Don't let tonight ever end. Not now, I'm holding your hand. I smile as we sway together, our knees brushing together. Here we are alone, everyone's gone home. No one near but you to hear me say, I love you. Sherlock places little kisses on my cheek. Don't let tonight ever end. Not now, we're more than just friends. Promise me you'll stay, till tonight becomes today, so we don't have to say goodnight again

"Very tempting Sherlock," I pull away. "but, one last kiss and then goodnight."

Sherlock pouts and he kisses me once. I almost let out a groan of aggravation. Why does each kiss have to cause my head to spin and my stomach clench with desire? He pulls away, studying me carefully. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I open my door, prepared to enter my flat when he pinched me! "Sherlock!"

"What?" he said innocently as he turned and trotted down the stairs. "Did you expect me to behave all the time?"

"Yes!"

"Wishful thinking Tammy."