Well again, no excuses, but here you are. 10 more drabbles. Enjoy

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#61: Apologies

"I'm sorry John."
"You don't sound it," John hadn't turned round and was instead still glaring down at the mug of tea in front of him, steam curling out of the top.
"I don't know how many more times you want me to say I'm sorry."
John glanced over his shoulder, "I don't just want you to say it, I want you to mean it." There was no reply and John turned to see Sherlock knelt in front of him, and he frowned, "Sherlock?"
"I know I'm not always the easiest of people to live with, and that sometimes I do horrible stuff which makes me surprised you ever stuck around if I'm perfectly honest. And right now, I suck at saying I'm sorry. I don't do it very often and half the time I don't even mean it, but you've got to understand. You mean more to me than anyone I've ever met. You are far more important to me than any silly case or Mycroft or even bullying Anderson. You are my everything John." He stood and gripped John's hands, holding them tight and pressing a firm kiss on John's lips. "Can you ever forgive me?"
John smiled, tears welling in his eyes, "All you had to do was go and buy some milk you soppy idiot."

#62: Flowers
The bunch was wilted, but they meant a lot because it meant that Sherlock had left the room. He had also remembered that John's favourite flowers were yellow daisies which surprised John.
"Do you like them?" Sherlock's voice was low, nervous if anything and it made John wince at how guilty Sherlock had been.
"They're beautiful, really and I can't believe that you remembered these are my favourite. I thought you didn't keep unnecessary things in that big ol' brain of yours."
Sherlock pressed a kiss to John's forehead, leaning over the hospital bed, "You are far from unimportant."

#63: Death
John lay his head against Sherlock's chest, the long steady beep still ringing in his ears despite the silence of the room. He could feel the tears on his cheeks but made no effort to wipe them away.
He felt hands on his shoulders but shrugged them off, pressing his face further into Sherlock's chest, a sob escaping his throat at the lack of the steady rhythm that he had grown so used to.
"Please Sherlock, You can't let something as ordinary as cancer get rid of you like this. What about Moran? And Irene, we were going to find her again. Please Sherlock-"
Someone held onto his shoulders again, whispering his name, but John held tight to Sherlock's chest.

#64: Silence
The first month after Sherlock's death was the worst, but John was surprised to find that it was the lack of the violin that upset him the most.

#65: Acceptance
The first Christmas they were together Mycroft had insisted that they all returned to the Holmes family home and that John be formally introduced to Mummy. Sherlock had sighed and whined but eventually agreed after some creative persuasion from John.
The home was much larger than John expected and as the taxi moved up the drive, John felt his stomach drop. Sherlock glanced at him, intertwining their fingers and smiling slightly.
His fears were abated though when Sherlock introduced him as "John, my boyfriend." and Mrs Holmes embraced him in a hug, kissing him on the cheek.

#66: Spiders
Sherlock walked out of the bathroom, pushing the door closed behind him and then stepping promptly on the sofa and folding his arms.
John glanced up at him, turning down the volume of the television and quirking an eyebrow, "you alright?"
"Fine," Sherlock replied, voice an octave higher than normal.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing really, just a small insect in the bathroom. It's little really I'm fine, it's only a spider after all. It's fine I'll get rid of it in a minute?"
"You're scared of spiders?"
"No!" A blush began to colour his cheeks, "I'm not scared I just find them creepy, and some of them are very dangerous!"
John smirked, standing up and grabbing a sheet of paper and an empty glass, "Not in the UK they're not."

#67: Children
The moment that the small, squiggling pile of human was placed in his arms, Sherlock knew this was going to be difficult. Not that it had particularly easy to begin with but at least it had been logical, with filling out paper work and home visits and pretending to be much more normal than they were and not doing any experiments for weeks.
But now none of that matter. This miniature human was in his arms, and John was next to him, tears in his eyes and a ridiculous smile playing across his feature as he stared down at the child.
"She's ours Sherlock, our own little Lilah. Oh god Sherlock she's perfect." John slipped his arms under Lilah, holding her close to his chest, and pressing light kisses to the top of her head, before pausing and looking at Sherlock who was still staring straight ahead, a thoughtful expression on his face. "What's wrong?"
"I don't think I'm ever going to be bored again."

#68: Truth
Neither Sherlock nor John ever actually straight up told anyone they were gay. The first time either of them had even made any reference to their sexualities had been entirely embarrassing, so they just avoided the topic.
So they couldn't decide whether to be embarrassed, or pleased when one Saturday when they had both claimed to be incredibly busy that evening, they saw each other at a gay bar, Sherlock in tall leather boots and incredibly tight jeans, and John in a tight fitting shirt with far too few of the buttons done both blushed, trying to make excuses, before the alcohol in their blood fuelled their passion and Sherlock held John against a wall pressing hot and heavy kisses against his mouth and neck.

#69: Porn
They hadn't intended to watch the entire movie, but they'd found the tape at the crime scene, and they hadn't actually realised what was on it until the cheesy music and moans filled the apartment, making them both blush. John scrabbled for the remote and turned the volume down, his ears going pink.
Sherlock reached along the sofa and grabbed the remote off him, throwing it across the room. John tutted, but stayed seated, his eyes glued to the television screen. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, his gaze flicking from the screen to John's face. Sherlock didn't move, but watched as John shifted, noting the growing bulge at his crotch, with a smile.
"Got something you need taking care of?"
John blinked, and looked to Sherlock, "Wha..What? No. I- uh-"
Sherlock leant over to John's side of the sofa and cupped his chin, "I'm always here to help."

#70:Proposal
It was early on a Sunday morning when Sherlock proposed. They'd had a case in which a couple were not allowed to see each other because they had no formal relation. It had shaken John both because of Harry's current living situation, and of course their own.
They were lying in bed, both having just woken up after a day of running around London, and John finally persuading his partner to get some sleep with some creative persuasion.
Sherlock rolled over so he was lying on his stomach and his hand snaked over to the other side of the bed, and his fingers snaked through John's.
"I have something I want to ask you."
John glanced to the side, raising an eyebrow, but not speaking.
"Would you marry me?"
John sat bolt upright, staring at him as Sherlock rolled on to his side and propped himself up on his elbow, smiling as John stuttered, "What? You mean it?"
"Of course, I love you, and I want to be with you."
John pressed a kiss heavily onto Sherlock's mouth and with teary eyes, whisper "Yes."

YOU DIDN'T THINK I'D FORGOTTEN DID YOU

hee hee. Sherlock in like 4 days :D