"You may kiss," said Mycroft.
Sherlock wanted to say something clever, something that would alleviate the ache in the base of his throat because God, the look of love in John's eyes ripped him to shreds. Sherlock opened his mouth, but the words stalled. Instead he bent forward and cupping John's cheek with one hand he gently pressed his lips against John's lips and the small crowd around them erupted with joyous applause. Someone popped champagne and already the party was beginning.
John kissed him back, any noise in the room was unheard by him. He was lost in the amazing warmth and completion in his heart. He eventually pulled away, blushing.
Sherlock curled his hand behind the back of John's neck and they both turned to face their friends. Harry shoved drinks into both of their hands and Sherlock looked down at John when they began chanting, "Speech, speech!"
John flushed brightly. "I-I can talk, I guess... U-unless you want to."
"All right, I'll say something," Sherlock offered much to the mock groans of Lestrade.
"Don't get him started!" Greg shouted.
Sherlock ignored it and lifted his glass. "I never thought that John even liked me when we first met, much less would ever want to marry me years later. John Watson is the best, most loving and caring man I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. He told me once that I'd saved his life, but he was the one who saved me. Or rather, John saves me. He saves me from being an idiot when I'm wrong, and even when I'm right, he tempers me. I would be the man that I am now, if it weren't for John. I wouldn't be the man worthy of having John Watson and for that I'm eternally grateful to you, John." Sherlock smirked and kissed John again.
John kissed him back, his fingers tangling in Sherlock's hair. "You're welcome," he whispered against his lips.
"I love you, John," Sherlock said and when the music started he shook his head. "But, I'm not dancing!"
John's face fell slightly. "That's okay..."
Lestrade booed him. Mrs Hudson sighed sadly, wiping her eyes and shaking her head.
"Ah, John," Sherlock conceded quickly and held out his hand. "Come on then. How can I deny you your first dance."
John brightened considerably and took Sherlock's hand. Sherlock smiled and stealing another kiss, he pulled John into his arms and as close as he dared, as they were in front of their friends and he wasn't about to scandalise them on his wedding day. Sherlock rested his lips against John's temple and moved with him, agile and graceful, well aware that all eyes were on his beautiful John.
He couldn't blame them, even if John was ordinary. He was average, but he was magnificent and brilliant and all his. Sherlock squeezed him and kissed his forehead. John was a bit clumsy, but Sherlock's grace outweighed John's idiocy on the dance floor. He looked up and Sherlock, then laid his head on Sherlock's shoulder as they danced.
"I think we should bid our farewells," Sherlock whispered into John's ear. "Don't we have a flight to catch?"
He smiled and nodded. "In a few hours, yeah. We should thank Mycroft for the jet. You think we should go now?" he asked.
"If you'd like to say, John, then we can stay. There's still cake," he answered with a smile and kissed him again. It was fast becoming his new favourite thing, kissing John in public.
He beamed. "You did say you'd help me cut the cake."
"That I did, John. And I am a man of my word." Sherlock released John and there was his dear old brother waiting patiently for them when they approached the table holding the beautifully understated confection. Leave it to Mycroft to have designed such a masculine piece. Mycroft handed the large knife to John and laying his hand upon John's hand, Sherlock let John guide them into cutting a slender slice of cake which John dumped onto a plate.
John looked up at Sherlock over his shoulder, then stepped away slightly. He forked a small mouthful of cake and held it out to Sherlock. "Come on. You said you liked sweets."
Clasping his hands behind his back, Sherlock obediently leaned forward and opened his mouth, waiting for John. John popped the cake into Sherlock's mouth, smiling widely. Several camera flashes went off. Sherlock cut off a bit of the cake with the same fork and did the same for John.
"I've always liked watching you eat, John," he admitted a bit shyly. "You do it with such relish." He blushed, chewing his cake eagerly.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Sherlock smiled. "No, certainly not." Suddenly the lights dimmed and the music became louder. John smiled and pulled Sherlock back onto the 'dance floor', which was really just a small-ish section of empty stone floor in the chapel, nodding to Mycroft. Their guests joined them, the thirty or forty people who had been invited left the small building. Once John and Sherlock had been left alone in the stone room, Mycroft cleared his throat.
"You have some documents to sign, Sherlock." He said. John beamed and, still holding Sherlock's hand, walked over to Mycroft, who had their documents laid out on a table already. John signed eagerly, his messy scrawl slightly shaky from his jittering nerves. Sherlock signed calmly, his elegant hand combined on the same sheet of paper as John's. He smiled.
It took only 5 minutes to get all the documents signed. Mycroft and Mrs Hudson acted as their witnesses. John was crying with Mrs Hudson, and the Holmes brothers looked at each other in exasperation. But it was soon over. They emerged from the chapel, Mrs Hudson and Mycroft hanging back so as not to get sprayed by the huge amounts of rice being thrown at the two newlyweds. John laughed and ducked slightly, skipping through the crowd. Greg pelted him with rice, aiming at John's head. Sherlock sent a glare his way and the rice was instead redirected at Sherlock's ear.
They got into the limousine that Mycroft had lent to them, panting and giggling. John leaned back in the car, smiling at Sherlock.
"I love you so much," he said softly, stroking his fingers through Sherlock's hair, dislodging pieces of rice.
"I love you too, John," Sherlock murmured. They both leaned in and sealed their wedding ceremonies with a kiss.