This is a prompt fill for the lovely MorbidbyDefault! She sent me this a while ago, and I'm just now getting the time to fill it. One word prompt was: Photos. This story is actually mostly JohnxMary, but I hope you enjoy it anyway! I am filling several prompts on Tumblr today, so you may be getting more updates than usual! Warning: Extreme fluff ahead!
It was nearly a month after their wedding that Mary and John Watson were finally able to look through their wedding photos. There were the traditional pictures, of course: the wedding party lined up all in their matching formal wear, with the blissful newlyweds clutching each other in the center. John's personal favorite was of him and Mary sharing their first dance, oblivious to everything but each other. John smiled as he recalled the way her eyes had sparkled up at him, filled with the promise of many happy years in the future. He reached over and pulled his wife into his side so that her blond head rested on his shoulder. He could get used to this, he thought contentedly.
As they flipped through the photos, however, John noticed one guest did not look pleased to be in attendance. Every shot of Sherlock Holmes showed the detective frowning, or lost in thought, clearly not enjoying the festivities. John sighed. It really shouldn't have surprised him.
"What is it, dear?" Mary asked him, concern drawing her brows together. He pointed to the photograph he was holding. Sherlock stood alone at the bar, nursing a Scotch and scowling at something off camera. Mary placed a hand on his chest, attempting to soothe him, and pulled out of his embrace to pick up a different photo. She handed it to him and snuggled back into his side. "Maybe you should see this one."
The picture in question was taken during their wedding reception, probably after the newlywed couple had left for the evening because John could not remember seeing this particular scene. Sherlock had abandoned his position at the bar and was twirling a giggling Molly Hooper in his arms. Sherlock was laughing as well, and his eyes were glued to the lovely pathologist. Both were unaware that they were being photographed, caught up in the music and the moment. It was the happiest that John had ever seen his best friend.
A small smile formed on his mouth as he examined the photo. He looked over at Mary and reflected on how lucky he was that she had chosen him. He tipped her chin back with his free hand and placed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you, Mrs. Watson."
"I love you, too, Mr. Watson." The photo was forgotten as the couple became lost in each other.
