Chapter 51

Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock or anything.

Author's note: Please review! Thank you! To the guest reviewer asking whether Freya is Molly, no she isn't but thanks for asking

On Saturday morning Sherlock and John were awoken by knocking on their door. They were both completely naked and their bed sheet was on the floor. Just as the handle turned John shouted "No! No, don't come in!" The handle stopped.

"What? Why?" Kathy asked.

"We're not decent." Sherlock answered and got up with a stretch.

"Oh… okay then come down when you're ready, remember we have ring and suit shopping today, loves!" she said and left.

While Sherlock got dressed John tried to wake up properly.

"Come on, John!" Sherlock said as he buttoned up his shirt.

John got out of bed and got some fresh pants out.

Sherlock watched John as he slipped into his underwear and then went looking for trousers in his bottom draw, bending over and giving him an amazing view of his arse. Sherlock couldn't resist, he quietly approached John, placed his hands on John's hips and pushed his crotch into John's bum area.

"Sherlock, we have to leave soon, try to have a little self-control." John said.

Sherlock bent his body over John's and whispered in his ear "Oh, really? Self-control? Well, John, you won't be saying that this evening when you've lost all manner of control due to my voice. You just wait, Mr Watson, for our experiment that I haven't stopped thinking about all week." Sherlock specifically laced every word and syllable with his husky sexy voice.

John felt blood rushing south but he stood up, took some deep breaths and said shakily "Go and have breakfast while I get dressed."

Sherlock moaned and let go of John "But I want to stay with you!" Sherlock pouted.

"Downstairs. Now. I can't have you trying to pinch my arse every time I so much as move my body slightly, we'd never make it to the shops today. Now go!" John gave Sherlock a peck on the lips and Sherlock left.

John came downstairs, ready for the day and sat on Sherlock's lap while he ate his jammy toast.

They heard a mocking "Ohhh!" from the doorway and turned to see Harry stood in her pyjamas.

"What are you doing here? Go home!" John protested.

"I'm here for the jumper I left here two nights ago. I hear you're going shopping today." Harry said.

"Yes." John said stiffly.

"Have fun." Harry finished, grabbed a cereal bar and her jumper and left.

"That was… odd." John frowned.

"Are you ready?" Julie and Alan came in.

"Let me just finish my toast." John said.

When they arrived at the men's wedding suit shop it was a very elegant and expensive place.

"Are you sure we can afford this?" John frowned.

"John, as a whole family we are very rich with a lot of savings and good jobs, calm down." Alan said.

"Well, when I have a job I'm going to pay you back." John said.

"You shouldn't. We always wanted to pay for our children's special day anyway. Harry and Mycroft, should they ever marry someone, will get the same treatment." Ron said.

"Okay." John sighed and they sat down on the comfy leather chairs, Sherlock sitting on John's lap.

"The Holmes and Watsons!" A woman came out and said "Just on time. Who are the soon to be married men?"

"That's us!" John said, with his temple resting on Sherlock's arm.

"Up you get then, let me make some measurements!" she said happily.

"You go first!" Sherlock said, sliding off of John's lap.

John stood in the middle of the room and the lady took his measurements, when he sat down and Sherlock stood in his place the woman absent-mindedly asked "Do you want to see each other in your suits now, or not? The difference with your wedding is because you don't have the white dress that goes with most things it won't be easy to see whether certain colours fit together and suit you both together. But it is your choice." The woman said.

"I don't mind." John said.

"Yes, we'll see each other now please." Sherlock said.

"Okay then. So, what colours are we going for?" The lady asked as Sherlock sat beside John and the woman took the free seat.

"Grey and black go well together." Julie suggested.

"I would like something blue for John to go with his eyes, the same colouring for trousers and jackets, but maybe a different coloured waist jacket and tie. Oh, and white shirts." Sherlock said.

"Purple for you. You look so good in purple!" John said.

"Okay, so maybe black jackets and trousers, a blue and a purple waistcoat and ties." The woman suggested.

They went to the changing room together and were handed their suits. When they came out their parents gasped in astonishment. They had been right completely. It all went so well together and they looked incredibly handsome.

They both wore black suit jackets with tails, black trousers and a white shirt. But the difference was that Sherlock wore a purple waistcoat and a black and purple striped tie. John wore a blue waistcoat with a blue and white striped tie. It suited the two men so well.

John and Sherlock finally looked at each other properly.

"Wow." John said with wide eyes.

"Wow indeed." Sherlock said, his eyes running all over John. The colouring was perfect for John, it brought out his beautiful eyes.

"I want these ones!" They both turned to their parents and said at the same time.

"Are you… are you sure? There are so many more to choose from. But those do look amazing on you." Kathy said.

"We want these ones." Sherlock confirmed then turned his attention back to John; he took the top of the tie and straightened it.

"You look gorgeous." Sherlock said.

John smiled and blushed embarrassedly and said "Next to you, that isn't saying much, you are… I'm speechless; you're just so… handsome!" John said, straightening Sherlock's jacket.

"Come on, out of the suits, do they fit right, you have room to move comfortably?" the woman asked.

"Yes." They both nodded.

"The shoes fit well too?" she asked.

"Yes." They nodded again.

"Good. Well, we don't want to crease them, take them off." She said, gesturing to the dressing room.

They both stepped back behind the curtain and as Sherlock and John began to undress John watched him with a smirk, then when they were both in their trousers and shirts and nothing else he pushed Sherlock up against the wall and kissed him feverishly "You're… so… gorgeous…" John whispered between kisses.

Sherlock gave a breathy and quiet moan, aware of their parents just behind the curtain.

The kiss got more heated until Ron said "What's taking so long?"

"Um!" John's eyes widened at the high pitched noise that came from his mouth, he cleared his throat and said "Just making sure we don't pull at any stitching." John said, his mouth hovering right in front of Sherlock's warm, wet and open one.

"Hurry up, we have more to do." Alan said.

"Mhmm." John's yes was swallowed by another kiss and they carried on, just grabbing on to as much time as they could, but they got a bit more heated and Sherlock lost his footing and they slipped to the side and fell right through the curtains, John landed on Sherlock. What a sight they must have made. Half in, half out the changing room. Sherlock lay breathlessly underneath and both their lips were kiss swollen. John had a hand up Sherlock's shirt and Sherlock had his hand on John's bum.

"And that, Sherlock, is how you get out of a waistcoat without pulling at the stitching." John said and took his hand out of Sherlock's shirt.

Their parents and the sales assistant did not look impressed.

"Sorry." John said and pushed himself to stand up. Sherlock followed and as John ducked back into the changing room he said "What did you expect though? We barely get to see each other so dapperly dressed." and followed his fiancé back into the changing room.

John was bright red but also seemed to be trying not to laugh. But once he saw Sherlock all ruffled he burst out into laughter, as did Sherlock.

"That wasn't funny, boys!" Julie said.

But that just made them laugh harder until they had to sit down and compose themselves.

Soon enough they left the shop with their suits in some very nice bags. Their dads took the bags to the car and said they'd meet them in the coffee shop.

Kathy, Sherlock, Julie and John went to the coffee shop and ordered their snack and drinks.

"You two, I don't know what we'll do with you sometimes! We were in the middle of a shop!" Kathy said well naturedly.

"Well, we were behind a curtain when we started." John said.

"I'm just upset we didn't get to finish." Sherlock grumbled as he sat next to John on the sofa seats and their mothers sat opposite them.

"Really, you two, the sales assistant did not look impressed. Please don't do that with the rings." Julie said.

"We make no promises." John said with a cheeky smile as their orders arrived and at the same time Ron and Alan walked in.

They fell into comfortable chatter about the wedding and the exams which their parents were proud to say that Sherlock and John were revising for well.

"Hey! Sherlock, John!" Freya, their high school friend said happily. They hadn't seen her in so long.

"Freya!" John hugged her and said "Why are you here? I thought you moved a little far away?"

"I have, I just thought I'd stop by on my travels." Freya smiled "So, what's new with you two?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing much, exams to study for, doing homework, you know… oh, and we're getting married!" John said happily.

"Married? Oh my God! Congratulations!" she said and hugged John again.

"Thank you." Sherlock nodded when John sat back down.

"Pull up a chair, Freya." Kathy said kindly.

"Thank you, I'll just stay for a little chat." She said and sat down.

"So, how did who propose?" she asked.

"Oh, it was kind of a mutual decision we made during a conversation. So both of us, and in the field where we first ever kissed, so it kind of was romantic." John said with a smile.

"Aww, that's so cute!" Freya said happily and said "I always knew you two would be together forever."

They spent about twenty minutes talking to Freya and then moved on to getting around to buying some rings. They entered the wedding ring shop; Sherlock and John immediately went snooping around for a nice design but were ushered to the counter by their parents.

Julie stood there and said "Hello" to the sales assistant and then she said "I'm here to purchase two wedding rings."

"The women's selection is over here, madam, and the men over here, how can I help you?" she asked.

"Oh, I want two male wedding rings. They've both not grown in about a year, which reminds me that you might want to get that coat John bought you soon, Sherlock," Julie added and then went back to the topic at hand "Anyway, my son and his fiancé need two wedding rings, we've got their finger measurements on us." Julie passed the woman a piece of paper.

"Well, okay then. Would you like to come with me, sirs? What price do you want to spend?" the woman asked.

"Any price, I mean, nothing extravagant, but money isn't an issue." Ron said.

"We want very robust rings, I don't want them easily scratched, in mine and John's futures I think there will be many opportunities for our rings to get damaged, like John in war and me at a crime scene and such, so robust, but nice." Sherlock said.

"Okay, I'll see what we can do." She smiled sweetly at them and they followed her to a selection of rings. "I think titanium is the best metal to go for." She said and showed them the selection.

"I like that one." Julie and Kathy both said, pointing at the titanium ring with little diamonds.

"I love that one." Sherlock and John said, pointing at the plain titanium ring.

"6 millimetres please, that size ring would suit both of us." Sherlock added.

"We have that." The woman smiled.

The small group waited in the shop as she found the rings and she passed them the box. John opened it and he and Sherlock stared down at the two titanium, plain, shiny rings in their size.

"Perfect. Practical but nice." Sherlock said and kissed John's cheek.

"Definitely. We'll take them, thanks." John smiled; the couple didn't take their eyes off of them.

They weren't going to have a best man or bridesmaids or anything, the ceremony was going to be simple and intimate. When they got home they put their ring box in John's room, so away from Sherlock's sizzling experiments.

"I will be so proud to wear that ring." John said.

"Me too." Sherlock kissed John properly and took his hand "Now, my love, I believe we have a little experiment that needs to be done if you're still up for it." Sherlock smiled.

"Oh, the experiment." John smiled sexily and slipped his arms around Sherlock's waist.

"Why don't we close the door and move this to the bed, John?" Sherlock whispered.

John moaned and reached up for a kiss but Sherlock winked and pulled away. John groaned, shut the door and lay down on the bed. Sherlock stood with a smile and said "Are you ready, John?"

"Oh God, yes." John grinned.

And the experiment is to be continued in the next chapter