Ring

Engagements are just weird. It's weird that one day someone is your boyfriend, the next they're your fiancé, and just after that they're your husband.

That's how Sherlock feels at least.

When he and John got together, he wanted to go right down to the courthouse that very day so he and John could just skip all of the gray area and just be married. He felt as though if they ever broke up, it would be like getting divorced because he felt no less emotion or attachment to John than any wife to her husband or any husband to his wife.

But John disagreed. He told Sherlock they had to work to that level and, over time, they'd possibly get married. Though Sherlock didn't like the 'possibly', he left it alone and they did work for it.

That was two years ago and Sherlock just thinks it's about damn time they get married. It's been two years. They've been together longer than some marriages even last, and Sherlock is very anxious to get his marriage going.

But of course he's too scared to ask John. What if John's not ready? What if John says no? What if John doesn't want to marry me? Sherlock asks himself all of these questions while laying awake one night. He looks over at John, sweet sleeping John. So warm. So peaceful. So beautiful. So…Sherlock leans over and presses his lips to John's slightly parted, barely chapped lips…warm.

At Sherlock's touch, John's body reacts by squeezes his eyes tighter shut, briefly licking his lips, and turning over onto his back.

Sherlock can't stop himself. Without feeling any bit sexual at the moment, he slides onto John's body and rests there. He dips his head and kisses John's neck, slowly turning sweet kisses into light nicks and nibbles.

Soon, Sherlock feels one of John's hand dig into his hair and the other resting on his pants-covered arse.

"Mmmm…" John sighs himself awake. "What're you doin'?" he blissfully asks.

"John…" Sherlock sighs, kissing up John's jaw to his lips. He kisses John once, then pulls back and looks into his love's groggy eyes. I need to ask…Sherlock thinks. I need to know. "Will you marry me?"

John's facial expression doesn't change. "What?"

Sherlock bashfully buries his face in John's neck.

"Hey, hey," John soothes. He lightly tugs Sherlock's hair so Sherlock faces him again. "You want to marry me?"

Sherlock bites his lip and nods.

John slowly smiles. "I wanted to ask first."

Sherlock looks stunned. "Is that a…yes?"

John smiles wide and vigorously nods.

Sherlock goes into temporary shock, absentmindedly smiling and letting John pull him into an awkward hug.

"Oh," John starts, "I'm so happy Sherlock. I love you so much. All I want is to be married to you."

Sherlock nods in agreement, still shocked. He pulls away from John and looks into John's eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Of course!" John exclaims. He grabs Sherlock's face and pulls Sherlock down for a kiss.

When they break apart, Sherlock has a giddy grin on his face. "Should I get you a ring now?" he playfully asks.

John smiles and picks up Sherlock's left hand. He kisses Sherlock's ring finger. "Tomorrow. I promise."

Sherlock smiles and kisses John again. Tomorrow, Sherlock thinks, my fiancé is going to buy me an engagement ring.

*Here's a little thing about 'ring' prompted by thank you! I hope it's ok. Also I know paracetamol is like Tylenol but ya know in America we have like super heavy duty Tylenol (haha!). Thank you for your reviews, though, guys. I appreciate them all!