A few days go by as John try to figure out what more could be on Sherlock's list. He searches for it but soon realises that it probably only exists in Sherlock's mind palace. One morning when they are sitting in the kitchen eating breakfast John asks him to tell him what is on the list again. Sherlock frowns and puts down the newspaper next to the toast in front of him.

'I'm not going to tell you.' Sherlock says and stares at John.

'Why not? I think I deserve to know.' John gives him an angry pout.

'Maybe so. But I won't tell you. I'll show you.'

John swallows the lump in his throat and is about to say something but stops himself. Sherlock smiles wickedly and picks up the newspaper again. For a few moments the conversation seems to be over until Sherlock suddenly stands up and leans over the table. The newspaper dips into John's cereal as Sherlock kisses him. John tries to figure out how Sherlock could reach him from the other side of the table. Then the kiss stops and he sees Sherlock leaning so far he's almost lying down on the breakfast. As Sherlock leans back John can see a large red stain on his shirt from the jam on his toast. Sherlock tries to brush it off but only ends up making his hands sticky.

'I'm taking a shower.' Sherlock says and walks over to the bathroom.

John looks over to the door closing behind him. The brief kiss had been filled with sweet love that only a moment of lost control could deliver. He can feel his heart pounding in his chest, unable to move. After a few moments Sherlock comes out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips.

'I forgot the clothes.' He says and walks into the bedroom.

John follows him without a second thought. Sherlock is standing with his back turned to him, searching through one of the drawers. John walks up to him and puts his arms around his waist. Sherlock stops searching but doesn't move away. John hugs him tighter and leans his face against his bare back. It's warm and gives him a feeling of calmness.

'What are you doing?' Sherlock says and turns his head.

'Shut up.'

'Excuse me?'

'Don't ruin this.'

'If you don't let go soon, I might "ruin it" by making it even better.'

Sherlock spins around and stares into John's eyes.

'Would you like me to?' Sherlock says and smiles wickedly.

John takes a step back. Sherlock follows and grabs him by his hands.

'I love teasing you. You like to make me believe that you don't get affected by my influence on you, but I see the truth. Even now your hands are shaking. Don't you know there's no fooling me?'

'I know that. I also know the reason why you like to push me so hard.'

'Do you now?'

'You're more sensitive than you like people to believe. I know you told me that it's because you don't want to see me get hurt. But there's no point in hiding me. I want to be found. I want us to be seen. I want the world to know that you're mine alone.'

'John...'

'Don't protest. I already know what you're going to say. If I'm going to be your husband you could at least show me the decency of making our engagement official.'

'If you want me to talk, I'll talk. We'll go to the office tomorrow at noon and tell Lestrade and the others. With their big mouths it shouldn't take long for the news to spread.'

'Thank you.'

John reaches up and gives Sherlock a soft kiss. He then turns to walk away but is stopped by Sherlock tightening his grip on his hands.

'Don't you dare walk away from me after that. I give you everything and you just leave me dry after working me up?'

'I'm not leaving you dry. You've been a good boy. Just let me eat the rest of my breakfast.'

'John... There's newspaper in your cereal. I don't think it's good to eat anymore.'

'Right. Well, I guess I'll just have to eat something else then.'

'I know the perfect food for you.' Sherlock pulls him into his embrace. 'I'll make you full of my love.'

'Sherlock... That's totally cheesy.'

'So?'

'I'm hungry...'

'Fine!'

Sherlock lets go of John and lets him walk back into the kitchen. As Sherlock gets his clothes he thinks about their conversation. The coming day he would make a big confession to his coworkers. The confession of true love.