A/N: Sorry that this update is so short! I've had some miscellaneous activities going on, but I had to pull through and write the proposal. It was just killing me. But I hope everyone enjoys!
"Is he?"
The detective asked nervously, clearing his throat before moving into the hallway, trying to look as relaxed and nonchalant as possible as he leaned against the doorway leading to the dining room. Angelo rushed outside, holding the door open for the doctor with a large grin. However, the doctor already looked irritated, Sherlock noted, and at seeing the Italian hold the door, he barely managed a stiff smile and a thank you. John was dressed in his normal attire, naturally, which made Sherlock feel a bit better, as he himself had thrown on his own normal attire, except for the deep purple shirt that John seemed to like so much. Meeting Sherlock's eyes, John looked resigned.
"So, who are we stalking 'round London today, then?"
Sherlock opened his mouth to retort, then closed it again, looking confused and a bit worried. John cast his eyes over the rose petals gracing the hallway's tile, frowning even more. He couldn't help but think that Sherlock had ruined some poor soul's engagement party by parading the Scotland Yard in or by deducing someone's criminal habits.
"Ah, actually, I was hoping we could have dinner."
John shook his head, deciding not to ask, as he stopped before the detective and raised his eyebrows.
"You know what I always get, you could've ordered."
"A bit pissed off today?"
"Yes, actually."
The doctor brushed by Sherlock, still thinking the worst as he headed into the dining room.
"Angelo, can I please - Oh… Wow."
John stood in the middle of the room, looking around in amazement. It had been beautifully decorated with just the right amount of cheesy love-related decor. Considering all the candles were lit, however, he returned to his original hypothesis of Sherlock running the guests out somehow. Turning on his heel to finally ask him what the bloody hell he had done, he stopped as he realized that Sherlock was down on one knee, looking up at him anxiously.
"John, I know that I'm not the best at this sort of thing, and I know that I don't always show you the affection that you deserve. But as my best friend, my flat mate, my lover, the center of my life, I have a proposal for you."
Sherlock cleared his throat, pulling out the little box and placing it on his open palm. Watching John's eyes widen and his whole stature tense, the detective plowed on.
"John Hamish Watson, I was wondering if you would grace this sociopath, who loves you more than you could ever know, with your hand in marriage."
With that, the detective opened the little box, revealing a thick silver band nestled among white velvet as he caught the doctor's gaze, raising his eyebrows hopefully.
"Sherlock, you're a bloody prat. "
John promptly stalked forward, grabbed the detective's face, and kissed him deeply. Rising to his feet with a small smirk, Sherlock touched his forehead to the doctor's and looked into his eyes.
"Is that a yes? I'm not really good with this kind of thing -"
Interrupting him with another kiss, John grinned.
"Of course it's a yes."