"You may marry him, murder him, or do anything you like to him."- Doyle about Holmes.
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Sherlock had seen John in a tuxedo before, and vice-versa, but today they both seemed to each other impossibly glamorous, and, although same-sex marriage had been legalized locally for some time, impossibly feisty, sassy, and spunky for taking such a step.
They were gathered together outside in a particularly lovely clearing, with Sherlock's friend Stamford as a officiant; he had been ordained for the occasion. It was precisely what they had wanted.
Holmes began, "I, Sherlock, take thee, John, to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I plight thee my troth."
Watson replied, "I, John, take thee, Sherlock, to be my wedded Husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better for worse, for richer for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance; and thereto I give thee my troth."
"By the power vested in me", cried Stamford, "I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss!"
The exchanged rings - bright platinum, that caught the light - embraced, and kissed.