Author's Note: Here we are at the end! I'm so happy to have found such a wonderful writing partner as SailorXStar and we do have a couple more series we will be posting in the future. Thank you to everyone who has followed this story and shared and commented on it. We love you so much!

Five years later...

Sherlock adjusted his suit jacket for about the hundredth time in the mirror. He ran his fingers through his hair and made sure his face was clear of any bumps or blemishes. He was nervous, to say the least. His mother had decided on throwing the biggest wedding London had seen since William and Kate's and had invited around eight hundred guests.

"All right, Sherlock... You can do this," he muttered to his reflection. He took a deep breath and prepared to walk down the aisle.

John was dying. He must have been because he was sweating and nauseous and lightheaded. Not to mention, he was trapped at the altar, so his nervousness was probably obvious to the billions of people that were sitting in the pews. He chewed on his bottom lip, ripping it to pieces before realising that he would have to kiss Sherlock with those lips later and he shouldn't ruin them. Instead he started tugging on his jacket sleeves, desperate for anything to distract him from how nerve-wracking this was.

After applying probably the tenth layer of lip balm in the past fifteen minutes, Sherlock heard the organ start to play. He nodded for the usher to open the door and made his way down the aisle. He had refused to carry a bouquet, finding it a bit silly since he obviously wasn't a bride.

About halfway down the aisle, he made eye contact with John and smiled. John looked gorgeous, his hair slicked back and a perfectly tailored suit on. He tried to ignore the whispers of the guests as he walked, but caught pieces of them. Things like: 'so handsome', 'lucky to have each other' and the occasional 'how long until the reception?'

John looked up, heart racing at the sound of the organ. This was it! He clasped his hands together and turned towards his gorgeous fiance, soon to be husband. He looked...just stunning. His curls actually tamed, the dark suit standing out beautifully against his pale and flawless skin, and the beautiful smile, making him instantly relax. He returned the smile, locking onto his gorgeous blue-green eyes, and focusing on Sherlock and Sherlock alone. It was just the two of them, finally completing their bond as it was meant to be from the start.

It took all Sherlock had in him not to sprint the remaining few metres to join his fiancé at the alter, but he managed somehow. When he finally made it, he grabbed onto John's hands and squeezed them, giving reassurance as well as trying to get it. He smiled widely down at him and mouthed 'I love you' before the minister started to speak.

John's hands were sweaty and he really hoped that Sherlock didn't mind. He clasped them tightly in his own and returned the 'I love you' as the ceremony began. It began with the usual. "We are gathered here today..." but John was hardly listening, just staring and smiling at Sherlock. He was finally brought out of his stupor when he heard the minster say, "The couple has decided to write their own vows for each other. Who would like to go first?" John bit his lip and looked up at Sherlock sheepishly, hoping he would go first.

Sherlock smiled at John and turned towards the minister, "I'll go first." He took a deep breath and cleared his throat a little.

"John Watson... From the day we met, I knew you would be someone special to me. You have saved my life in many different ways and on several different occasions. I have never known another man as kind, handsome and loving as you and it is my honour to call you mine. I've been waiting for this day for a long time and I promise to stay with you, love you and cherish you for all time. Through the good and bad times, no matter what life throws our way. God knows we've been through a lot already and with you as my husband I am prepared for whatever else comes."

Sherlock could hear several people in the pews sniffling and caught a glimpse of his mother wiping her eyes with a handkerchief as he finished speaking. He felt tears come to his own eyes as he smiled brightly down at John.

John's eyes were also glistening with tears and he swallowed the lump in his throat to try to make himself more able to speak. He took a deep breath and concentrated on Sherlock and Sherlock alone.

"Sherlock Holmes, what can I say about you? You're so brilliant, so beautiful, so sweet. You captured my heart from the moment we met and I was so glad to give it to you. I've never met another man, another person, who is so...so perfect. And I'm lucky- privileged- to have you as my husband and my best friend. I'll never let you go, and I'll always take care of you, for as long as we both live. You're my whole world, Sherlock. I love you so much." He finished by wiping his eyes and smiling up at Sherlock.

Sherlock wiped his eyes and continued to smile at John. After they exchanged the usual vows, the minister proclaimed them married and Sherlock leaned down to press their lips together. He wrapped his arms around his new husband's waist and closed his eyes, drowning out everything else but this moment where they truly became one.

John couldn't believe it. Finally they were married, finally they were husband and...husband, and it was perfect. Everyone watching was teary-eyed, even Hamish who had his arm around Helen Rodin Watson. When they finally pulled apart, John smirked wickedly and scooped Sherlock up to carry him down the aisle and outside to their waiting limo, cheers and applause following behind.

Sherlock laughed and wrapped his arms around John's neck, smiling up at him as he was carried out. When they got inside the limo, he cupped John's cheek and kissed him firmly. "It takes about twenty minutes to get to the reception at the castle from here," he murmured against his husband's lips. He smiled at the other man, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes.

John chuckled, and shook his head. "Sherlock Holmes, you are still as insatiable as when we first met." He pulled his husband (oh, he loved that word) into his lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. "But we're not doing anything. I want to save it all for tonight."

"Well, you're still as sexy as when we first met," Sherlock said and smiled. He locked their lips together again and pulled back to rest their foreheads together. "I love you so much," he murmured.

John grinned and closed his eyes happily. "I love you, too, Sherlock. With all my heart and soul." He stroked Sherlock's cheek, pulling back again to stare at his perfect face. He had always been happy with Sherlock, and always would be, but he had to say this was the happiest moment of his life.

Sherlock sighed happily, resting his head on John's shoulder as they rode to the castle. When they arrived, he gave his husband one last kiss before opening the door and climbing out of the limo.

John followed Sherlock out of the limo and into the castle, the same castle where Sherlock's eighteenth birthday was held. Many of the guests had already arrived and greeted them with hugs and handshakes, all with wishes of congratulations.

Sherlock smiled at everyone who greeted them, only knowing about half of the people they talked to. He led John over to the table at the head of the dining area and pulled the chair out for him, sitting down after he did. He grabbed John's hand, twining their fingers together and bringing the back of his husband's hand to his lips to kiss it.

John grinned and moved his chair closer to Sherlock's, keeping a hold of his hand. His father and Helen took the seats next to him, and Sherlock's family sat on the other side of the table next to his husband. For a fleeting moment, he wished that Harry were here as well, but he knew that she'd be watching and smiled at the thought.

Sherlock sat holding John's hand as his mother attempted a speech, bursting into tears just like she did at his birthday. He blushed as Mycroft told stories of his 'little brother, Sherly' and teared up at Mary Morstan's speech. She spoke of how amazing he and John were together and how she considered them both her best friends. He raised his glass for each toast, clinking glasses with his husband (sparkling grape juice for both of them).

When the DJ called for Sherlock and John to come to the dance floor for their first dance as a married couple, Sherlock eagerly led the other man over. He took John's hand, putting his other on one his waist as the violin piece he wrote all those years ago came through the speakers.

John enjoyed all the speeches, his heart warming and happiness bubbling inside. By the time they got to dance, John had a healthy blush. He leaned in close to Sherlock, resting his head on the other man's chest. When he heard the song, however, he looked up at him smiling. "My talented husband."

Sherlock had a dusting of pink across his cheeks at John's words, "it's not that difficult when my husband is such a wonderful muse." He smiled down at the other man and pressed a kiss to his forehead as they started to move across the floor.

John smirked a little as they began to sway to the piece. He'd become much better at formal dancing over the years. "Am I really so inspirational?" he asked, settling his chin on Sherlock so he could look up at him.

Sherlock beamed down at his husband, "yes, you are... In so many ways, love." He leaned down to press a loving kiss to John's lips as they danced.

John sighed happily, returning the kiss. They danced for a long while until they finally announced that the cake was being brought out. It was a tall cake, chocolate with strawberry jam filling and vanilla buttercream icing. On top were two groom figures that someone had done up to look like the lovely couple (and pushed the John figure down a bit to make him look shorter).

Sherlock laughed at the figures on top of the cake, shoving John's down just a little further, claiming he did it to make it more 'anatomically correct'. He smirked at his new husband and they grabbed the cake knife, cutting the cake together as the photographer snapped about a million photos.

John grumbled about not being that short, but smiled for the picture as they cut the cake up for the guests. When he got his piece, he scooped some icing off of it and dabbed it on Sherlock's nose. With a mischievous grin, he leaned in to lick it off.

Sherlock scrunched his nose up as John licked it and chuckled softly. He took a handful of cake and smashed it in his husband's face. He laughed at John's expression for a little while, then leaned in to lick the side of his face. "The cake is good," he said cheekily and grinned.

John's eyes screwed shut as he was attacked with the dessert, and he gave Sherlock an evil smirk. "That's how you want to play, then?" He pressed his plate into Sherlock's face, moving it around to make sure he was evenly covered. He peeled the plate away and let his tongue trail over his cheek. "It is pretty good."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and frowned before wrapping his arms around John and attacking his face with kisses. He rubbed their cheeks together, making sure to get more of the cake on his husband's face. The guests laughed as the photographer took pictures of the whole episode. After a while, Sherlock pulled back and smiled down at the other man, shaking his head. "You're lucky I love you so much," he murmured.

John laughed and squirmed as he was covered in cake, and when Sherlock finally stopped he smiled up at him cheekily. "I know. Very lucky." He leaned up and started eating the cake off of his husband. "Maybe we could take some with us, and I'll eat it off other places of your body," he murmured.

Sherlock shivered at the idea and smiled down at John, "that sounds... delicious." He started eating the cake off his husband's face as well, giving him open mouthed kisses as he cleaned his face.

Eventually, Mycroft came over with a handkerchief, insisting that they stop snogging in public and have some decency. Sherlock winked at John and finished cleaning him off with the handkerchief. "Musn't upset Myc too much, we're apparently embarrassing him in front of his date... Although, I don't think she's paying very much attention." He nodded over towards his table where a tall, dark haired girl was sitting, typing away on her phone.

Sherlock kissed his husband back, pulling him back in for another kiss once they parted. "Mmm... I really can't wait to get you to the hotel," he murmured against John's lips.

"You'll have to hold on for a little longer, love." John pulled back and laced their fingers together. "Shall we dance some more?"

Sherlock smiled and nodded, "I think so, yes." He led his husband out onto the dance floor and pulled him in, settling one hand on the small of his back and grasping the other one with his free hand. "I don't think I'll ever get tired of dancing with you," he said and started swaying them to the music.

John put his free hand on Sherlock's shoulder as they started to move. "Neither will I. I'll never get tired of anything about you." He pressed his ear to Sherlock's chest, listening to his favourite sound.

Sherlock rested his cheek on top of John's head and hummed in content. "I feel the same about you, dear. Not to mention our sex life is amazing," he murmured and grinned.

John's face heated a little and he headbutted Sherlock gently in the chin. "After so long, most couples would lose their spark, wouldn't they?" he said softly. "But not us. I wonder what makes us so different."

"Well, I personally think it's because we're both damn sexy," he murmured huskily, winking at John. Then he leaned down and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "and I also think it's because we're madly in love and have such a deep connection."

"That's true," John said. "We do have a strong connection. Two halves of one whole." He smiled up at his husband as they continued to sway to the music, ignoring the rest of the guests in favour of getting lost in Sherlock's eyes.

"Finally completely connected," Sherlock whispered, bringing up his hand with the ring on it and brushing a few stray hairs from John's forehead. He beamed at his husband and leaned down to connect their lips in a long, sweet kiss. He closed his eyes into it, focusing on nothing but the feel of his husband's lips beneath his.

John returned the kiss, melting against his husband. The day had been perfect so far, and it wasn't over yet.

They spent the rest of the reception dancing, mingling with their guests, and sneaking in as many kisses and touches as they could. By the end of the night, John was pretty tired, but one fact kept him awake. They'd soon be on a plane to Paris, where they'd be spending their honeymoon.

Sherlock was shaking in anticipation by the time they got to the airport and almost took out a family of four dragging John and their luggage to the gate. "Come on, John... do I have to carry you?" he said, sprinting towards the line to get on the plane.

John shot an apology to the people that Sherlock was bowling over in his haste. "No, but you have to remember you have longer legs!" He nearly had to leap with each step to keep up with his frantic husband. "Calm down, Sherlock, we've got plenty of time."

"Never enough time, John...quickly! We have to get to Paris so we can spend some... alone time." He looked back at his husband and winked before turning back to the gate. "Business or pleasure?" the stewardess at the gate asked. Sherlock smirked at John, "pleasure... definitely."

John rolled his eyes. "It doesn't matter how fast we get on the plane, love. It still takes off at the same time and takes the same amount of time to fly." He smiled with reddened cheeks at the stewardess, then hid his face.

"Yes, but I wanted to get settled in with our blanket since you get so cold..." Sherlock winked and let his eyes travel down to John's crotch, then looked back up with an eyebrow raised suggestively.

John's entire face went red at the thought. "You can't even hold out for the hotel?" he asked with a smirk. "How am I going to keep you busy for two weeks in France?" He shook his head at his impossible husband as they were allowed through the gate.

Sherlock just smiled and led them to their seats, sneaking a quick squeeze of John's arse as he walked by. He sat them down and put their carry-on luggage overhead and grabbed their blanket, spreading it out over their laps. He waited until the plane took off and then let his hand wander over to his husband's thigh.

John had to force himself not to jump when Sherlock grabbed him, and just continued, red-faced, until he found his seat. He sat near the window, and it was a good thing too, because not even a moment after the plane was in the air, a long-fingered hand was traveling up his leg. "Sherlock..." He looked over at him, his cheeks still on fire.

Sherlock just continued to look forward with a straight face as his hand continued to move. He reached over and lightly grasped John's crotch through his trousers, sliding his hand up and down it.

"Sh-Sherlock!" John said, a little more firmly. Oh, God, his husband was going to get him off in a plane. In front of all these people. He swallowed and closed his eyes, trying to focus on something else and force his body not to react.

Sherlock let the corners of his mouth quirk into a smile briefly before going serious again. He gripped John a little tighter, still staying outside of his trousers. He'd been John's lover for about seven years now and knew every little way to touch him to get him aroused.

John's breath hitched and he rocked his hips ever so slightly in a way that hopefully wouldn't be noticed from under the blanket on his lap. He leaned over, resting his cheek on Sherlock's shoulder in an attempt to pretend he was sleeping. "Bastard," he muttered, voice an octave lower than usual.

Sherlock smirked and turned to press a kiss to John's forehead, "you know you love it, though," he murmured. He eased John's trousers open and slipped his hand inside, wrapping his fingers around him. His hand was still stroking through the other man's pants, and he was using just enough pressure to tease.

John shivered a little, hiking the blanket up so it created a shield. "F-fuck..." he stuttered out, trying so hard not to let his hips go wild. Sherlock always knew just how to drive him crazy. "More, please," he begged.

Sherlock obliged, slipping his hand under the elastic of John's waistband. He wrapped his fingers completely around the other man's length and started stroking harder, twisting his wrist a little. "I bet it's so hard to stay quiet, isn't it? I bet you want to scream out in pleasure..." he whispered directly in his husband's ear.

John let out the tiniest moan that he could manage, clutching at Sherlock's shoulders. His hips rocked subtly, desperate for more friction from his husband's hand. "Sherlock...God, Sherlock..." he breathed out. Damn the other man for having him completely wrapped around his finger. Or in this case, wrapped up in his fingers.

"You're so sexy," Sherlock murmured and let his thumb slide over the other man's slit. He wished very badly that he could get away with ducking under the blanket and sucking his husband off, but he knew John definitely wouldn't appreciate that in public.

John bit his lip, a deep groan threatening to escape him. He panted through his nose, not even daring to open his eyes for fear that everyone around them was looking at him and able to see exactly what was going on. But he wouldn't make Sherlock stop, not at this point.

Sherlock gradually started working John harder and could feel his own cock twitch at the look and sound of his husband. He let out a soft groan of his own and bit his lip. He alternated between twisting his wrist and swiping his thumb over John's slit as he tried to bring him to completion.

John just couldn't hold back anymore and his hips bucked once hard into Sherlock's hand. He immediately opened his eyes to see if anyone had been watching, but everyone in the nearby seats was distracted by one thing or another. He dared to let himself do it again, and again, keeping a close eye for any passengers turning their heads. Finally, with a soft cry of his lover's name, he was spilling out his release, eyes squeezed shut once more in pure pleasure.

Sherlock groaned and closed his eyes as he watched the other man come apart. He kissed him softly on the temple and pulled the blanket over his head so he could lick his hand clean. Once he was finished, he tucked John back into his trousers and fastened them. He popped his head back up and smiled at his husband, "did you enjoy that?" he asked quietly.

John was breathing heavily, trying to calm down before people started thinking he was having an attack or something. He looked at Sherlock and nodded lazily, a wry grin spreading over his face. "You are one bad boy, Sherlock Holmes," he murmured, catching his lips. "My turn now."

"Mmm... That's Sherlock Holmes-Watson to you," he murmured and kissed John on the lips again. He was actually really anxious about what his husband was going to do to him.

John grinned, putting his face in Sherlock's neck. He kissed and sucked and nipped at his lover's pale skin, wanting to work him up before he touched him. To anyone who was looking, it would seem John was just using his husband for a pillow.

Sherlock bit back a moan and shifted in his seat, feeling himself harden at the touches of his husband's wonderful mouth. He craned his neck to the side, trying to make it look like he was just stretching it out.

John chuckled, his breath hot on Sherlock's skin. He kept working the one spot, leaning back just enough to peek at the bright red patch of skin, then readjusting himself to find another empty place. One hand moved to Sherlock's knee, but didn't travel any farther.

Sherlock groaned in frustration and glared at his husband out of the corner of his eye. He knew he was going to tease, but had no idea he would be this cruel. "John... please," he breathed, trying to keep his tone low.

John smirked and slid his hand up, cupping Sherlock's crotch, all the while still pleasuring his neck. He let his palm press harder onto the other man, now realising why Sherlock had enjoyed doing this to him so much.

"Oh, God..." Sherlock breathed and let his head fall back. He bit his lip, trying to stay quiet and a small whimper made it out through his nose.

John rubbed very slowly up and down, biting on Sherlock's pulse as he did so. "Enjoying yourself?" he murmured softly. "I'll bet you like the danger factor here. Any second, one wrong move, and someone could realise what we're doing. Does that make you more excited?"

"God, yes..." Sherlock groaned softly and gripped harder to the arms of the seat. His breathing quickened and he had his eyes screwed shut against the pleasure his husband was giving him. He wanted so much more, but knew John would tease him relentlessly after what he did to him.

"Thought so," John said with a chuckle, readjusting his face to find a new spot on his husband's neck. He brought his other hand closer to Sherlock to open his trousers, now palming his cock through the thin fabric of his pants.

"Shit, John... get on with it already, you bloody tease," Sherlock whispered harshly. He was sure he was going to rip the arms of the seat at this point.

John was very much enjoying Sherlock's reactions and he dared a peek at the nearby passengers to see if they noticed. One person had a funny look on his face but other than that, they were all distracted. John used both hands to push away the elastic of Sherlock's pants and pulled out his cock, wrapping his fingers around and stroking.

Sherlock managed to stifle the moan that rose in his throat. He bit his lip and breathed heavily through his nose as he tried his best to stay quiet, careful not to alert the other passengers.

John stroked Sherlock long and slow, wanting to see how long his husband could last before completely losing it. He used various amounts of pressure, occasionally swiping his thumb over the head of his lover's cock, and of course still biting and suckling at Sherlock's skin.

"Oh... fuck, John... That's good," Sherlock breathed. By now, he was in danger of biting a hole in his lip from how hard his teeth were clamping into it. He whimpered and his leg twitched as he endured the sweet torture.

"I wish that I could make you beg," John whispered into Sherlock's neck. "I wish I could have you on your hands and knees and fuck you senseless." He started moving his hand faster, wanting to bring him closer.

"We have... oh... t-two weeks in Paris for that," Sherlock whispered back. He could feel himself get closer and groaned, looking around to make sure no one heard it. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, for which he was grateful, because he wasn't sure how much longer he would be able to stay still.

John chuckled. "Well, be assured then that I will be taking advantage of that." He pumped his hand even faster, pressing hard into Sherlock's slit, and sucking another mark onto his lover's pale skin.

"Unngh, oh fuck... C-close, John," Sherlock breathed. He bucked his hips up once and moaned softly. He was so close, just needing that little bit more to push him over.

John pulled his mouth away, moving directly to Sherlock's ear as he stroked his lover as quickly as he could. "Come on, Sherlock. Let it all out. God, I wish you could scream my name."

Sherlock couldn't hold on any longer and bucked his hips up again as he came all over his husband's hand. He whimpered softly and when he was finally finished, he slumped back into the chair, breathing hard.

John stroked Sherlock through, making sure that he was completely empty before slipping under the blanket and licking Sherlock's release off of his hand. He popped back up, resting his cheek on his husband's shoulder and snuggled close. "How was that?"

"Amazing," Sherlock murmured and turned to kiss John on the forehead. "I love you, darling... Have a good rest, we'll be in Paris soon." He relaxed in the chair and rested his head on top of his husband's, falling asleep within minutes.

"I love you, too, Sherlock." John tucked Sherlock back into his trousers before closing his eyes and letting himself drift off. A few hours later, an announcement was made for the landing in Paris. John woke first and nudged his husband. "We're here, love."

Sherlock woke slowly and smiled down at his husband sleepily. "We're in Paris?" he mumbled. "Mmm... took them long enough to get there." He stretched and leaned over to kiss his husband on the cheek.

"I told you, love, it takes as long as it takes." John grinned up at him and sat up to stretch. He folded their blanket up and waited for the plane to stop. As they descended he could see the tip of the Eiffel Tower in the distance and couldn't help the excitement bubbling inside of him.

Sherlock grabbed John's hand and twined their fingers together. He smiled over at his husband and brought their joined hands up to his lips to place a kiss on the back of the other man's. "I love you," he said and squeezed John's hand.

John turned back to him and leaned in to kiss him slowly. "I love you, too." He smiled brightly and stayed snuggled against Sherlock until the plane finally landed. Once they were able to leave, the pair grabbed their carry-ons and made their way into the airport. They got their luggage, called for a cab, and made their way to the hotel.

Sherlock gave the cabbie the address of the house that they would be staying in, speaking perfect French. John didn't know they wouldn't be staying in a hotel and he smiled mischievously over at his husband as they drove off.

John couldn't help rolling his eyes a bit as Sherlock spoke French to the cabbie, but that was what happened when you had a genius for a husband. He had to admit, it was helpful since he didn't know a lick of French. They rode for about twenty minutes and then pulled up outside of a house. John turned to Sherlock with a raised eyebrow.

Sherlock shrugged and smiled at the other man, "Dad bought this house about ten years ago, seemed a shame to waste money on a hotel." He got out of the cab and walked around to open the door for John. "After you, mon cheri," he said and grinned.

John chuckled and shook his head. Of course they had a house in France. He stepped out of the cab with a very British sounding 'merci' and went around to the trunk to get their luggage.

Sherlock grabbed most of the bags and walked to the door, opening it and setting the luggage inside. He turned around and smirked at John before scooping him up in his arms and carrying him over the threshold.

John squeaked and dropped the bags as he was picked up. "Sherlock!" He wrapped his arms around the other man's neck and held tight, laughing. "Carry me to bed, husband?" he said with a cheeky grin.

"Gladly, husband," Sherlock said and winked down at John. He carried him through the house and off to the bedroom. Then, he laid his husband down on the bed gently and straddled his hips. He leaned down and kissed the other man deeply, taking his time and really enjoying it.

John glanced around at the house as they traveled up to bed. It was lovely, like Sherlock's house in England, but more cozy. He held Sherlock close as they kissed, mouth falling open to let his husband's tongue invade him, losing himself in the fact that they were here alone and married.

Sherlock pulled away after a while and leaned in to whisper huskily in John's ear. "Je t'aime tant, mon mari belle." He started kissing along his husband's jaw and down his neck. "Vous êtes si merveilleux..." he placed an open mouthed kiss on the other man's Adam's apple, "tellement incroyable..."

John's eyes rolled back in his head. He thought that Sherlock talking to him before was sexy, but speaking French...God. He arched his neck towards his husband's lips moaning softly.

Sherlock continued to murmur sweet things to John in French as he undressed him. He connected their lips again after the other man was stripped down to his pants and flipped them so his husband was hovering over him.

John was glad not to have to hold back his moans and whimpers as Sherlock drove him wild in a foreign tongue. When he was given the upper hand, he bent down to kiss him on the lips, down his jaw, and his neck, slowly undoing his shirt buttons.

"I have no idea what you were saying, but you sounded damn sexy saying it," he whispered, reaching Sherlock's chest. He kissed all over it as his hands worked down further, reaching his husband's trousers and pushing them to the floor.

"I'll make sure to speak French more often then," Sherlock breathed. He let out all the moans and groans he had to hold in on the plan ride. "Je veux que vous me faire l'amour", Sherlock murmured. He reached down and started taking John's pants off. "In case you need a translation..." he whispered against his lover's lips, "I just said I want you to make love to me."

John hummed and kissed him again, fingers dipping under Sherlock's pants to slip them down his long legs. He then brought his fingers up, between their lips, and pressed them to Sherlock's kiss-swollen mouth.

Sherlock kissed John's fingers, reaching up to take his hand in his own. "I have a few things for us to use... In the small red satchel by the door. Go get it, please," he murmured.

John wondered what Sherlock could mean by that, but he did as he was asked and got up to get the satchel. He brought it back to the bed, sitting next to Sherlock and watching as he opened it.

Sherlock unzipped the bag and rooted through it, pushing aside the various items that would be used later. He pulled out what he was looking for, a bottle of flavoured lube and handed it to John with a smirk.

John took the bottle, a wry smile on his face. "Interesting. When did you get this?" He opened it to squirt some onto his fingers, tasting it. Strawberry, like his favourite jam.

"A week before the wedding," Sherlock said and scooted closer to John. "Along with all this..." he handed the satchel over to his husband with a sly grin. "If there's anything else in there you'd like to use now, I certainly wouldn't be opposed."

John looked down into the bag, eyes widening as he realised what was inside. He vaguely wondered how it managed to get past the bag checks without any questions. Then again, it was Sherlock; the Holmes family connections. He looked at a few of the items in the bag, finally shaking his head. "No. Tonight I just want you, just how you are. We've got plenty of time to...try this other stuff."

Sherlock smiled up at the other man and pulled him in by the back of his head for a loving kiss. "Make love to me, husband of mine," he whispered. He leaned in to lock their lips together again, sighing happily as their tongues collided.

John smiled as he kissed Sherlock back, more than happy to oblige his request. He slicked his fingers as they kissed, not even needing to look as he reached between his husband's legs and teased his entrance open. He pushed one finger in, groaning in anticipation as he felt how tight Sherlock was.

Sherlock moaned into the other man's mouth, laying back and pulling John with him. He rocked his hips down onto his lover's finger, desperately wanting more.

John added a second finger, scissoring to stretch, and then added a third. He thrust them a few times, making Sherlock was well prepared before pulling out. He took the lube and slathered his cock with it, moving to hover over Sherlock. He pushed in slowly, enjoying the tight heat of his lover.

"John..." Sherlock moaned as his husband finally entered him. His eyelids fluttered for a moment until John was fully seated inside of him. He reached for the other man's hands, twining their fingers together and bringing them up on either side of his head. He craned his head up to kiss John again, slowly stroking the inside of his lover's mouth with his tongue.

John squeezed Sherlock's hands, using his position to hold him in place. This was a moment he never wanted to forget. Their first time making love as a married couple. He slowly started thrusting, his own tongue tangling with Sherlock's, the familiar taste of his filling his mouth.

After a while, Sherlock let his head fall back onto the pillow. He gasped for breath and let out a shaky moan. "I love you so much, John Holmes-Watson," he breathed.

John groaned at the use of the name. It was something he'd been waiting to use for years now. "And I love you, Sherlock Holmes-Watson." He released Sherlock's hands and pulled him up so their bodies were pressed flush together as he continued.

Sherlock moaned as his erection was caught between their bodies. "Oh, God... John," he whimpered and clung tightly to his lover. He would never get tired of this. Being completely connected with John, in the most intimate way possible. Every day he was reminded how lucky he was to have such an amazing man in his life. Sherlock let out a loud groan and dug his nails into the other man's back.

John pressed his face to Sherlock's neck, kissing over all the marks he'd left when they were on the plane. He let out a long groan and picked up the pace of his thrusts a bit. He was enjoying this, so much, and it brought him back to their first time together, the first time they'd physically been one. And now they were bonded in every way possible.

"Fuck... John! You're so good... s-so incredible." Sherlock groaned and arched his back into his lover, starting to rock his own hips to meet his husband's thrusts.

John made a sound between a whimper and a moan when Sherlock started to move. "Sherlock...oh, God..." He nipped at a pale patch of unmarked skin, which was hard to find since he had been very busy marking Sherlock up lately. Already he was getting close, the swell of emotion combined with the incredible sensations of their love-making bringing him to the edge.

Sherlock groaned and moved his hips faster, "yes... so close. Finish with me, love," he murmured. He could feel himself nearing the edge and held on as long as he could before he was crying out his release. He whimpered as he came back down, slumping back onto the bed.

"Oh, God...Oh, fuck, Sherlock!" The clenching of his lover around him, the sight and sound of him succumbing to the pleasure, all brought John to his climax and he spilled into Sherlock. He thrust through it, getting out all he could, then finally collapsed on top of his husband, panting.

"That..." Sherlock breathed, "was the most amazing sex... we've ever had." He wrapped his arms loosely around his husband. He tilted his head to the side so he could press a kiss to the other man's temple.

John hummed, so content in this moment. "Agreed. Though I think it has a lot to do with our new marital status." He reached around to take Sherlock's hand, the one with the ring, and kissed his knuckles. "I love you, so very much. My world, my heart, my soul."

Sherlock beamed and leaned in to kiss John on the lips. "I love you too, darling. More than anything in the universe." He rested their foreheads together and closed his eyes. Life couldn't be more perfect than it was right now.

French Translations

Je t'aime tant, mon mari belle. - "I love you so much, my beautiful husband"

Vous êtes si merveilleux- "You are so wonderful"

Tellement incroyable - "So incredible"

Je veux que vous me faire l'amour – "I want you to make love to me"