A/N: The long-awaited wedding scene.
It isn't what I wanted it to be, that's for sure, but time. /sigh
Regardless, I hope you've all enjoyed this!
I was thinking about writing a slashy stand-alone for the honeymoon.
What does everyone think?
Thank you all, as always, for reading!
Sherlock stood by the altar, back straight and face nearly blank as he watched the little flower girl (Lestrade's daughter, no less) sway down the aisle and sprinkle blue and ivory rose petals as she went. He was waiting for the moment when the music would change and his husband-to-be would join him at the front of the large venue. Flickering his eyes across the crowd, he noted the few familiar faces on both sides of the aisle, barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes as Mrs. Hudson went ahead and dug a handkerchief out of her handbag. This was no occasion to cry, and Sherlock had never understood why it was that there was always someone bawling at weddings.
Lestrade's daughter swayed off to the side as she finished her walk, and there was a small pause (2.19 seconds, Sherlock noted nervously) before a new song began to play. Almost immediately John rounded the corner, alone, as they had decided he didn't need anyone to give him away, and his parents had passed away years ago, regardless. They had also decided not to have any groomsmen or really a wedding party at all, due to the fact that they didn't see the need in it. The doctor walked down the aisle nervously, eyes flickering to and from different members of the crowd, afraid that if he saw Sherlock he might trip or get distracted and start walking far too fast.
Sherlock was admiring John as he walked, thinking how handsome the tuxedo was that he was dressed in and how in just a few moments they were to be married. He smiled slightly at the thought, watching as John avoided his gaze.
Husbands. Together for the rest of our lives…
When John finally reached the altar, he carefully stepped up onto the small raised platform and raised his eyes to meet Sherlock's. In that moment, both of them drew a breath and reached forward to entwine their fingers on both hands, each amazed in his own way that he was lucky enough to be here and about to be married to his soul mate. The two turned their gazes to the wedding official, listening and repeating words that were supposed to officially tie the two of them together forever. However, they were already linked and tangled beyond recognition: two souls as one.
"You may kiss the groom."
Sherlock reached down, lightly grasping the tops of John's arms as John simultaneously wrapped his arms around the detective's neck, pulling themselves closer. Sherlock kissed the doctor deeply, each man enjoying the roughness of one another's lips and the happiness that particular kiss brought. Breaking away gently, Sherlock entwined his fingers with John's once more as they turned to face the crowd, both men grinning like idiots.
"I now pronounce you Mr. and Mr. Watson-Holmes."
The crowd, of course, went into a clapping, crying frenzy before people began to rush forward and pat or hug and congratulate the two men on their marriage. The crowd parted, however, as the two grinning men made their way back down the aisle and out into the reception hall to take photographs. Sherlock only lasted ten minutes, however, before he lost his temper once more.
"Really, that's enough photographs. I'm ready to dance with my husband now, thank you."
Leading John away from the photographer, the smaller man looked up and smiled brightly at his husband, impressed.
"You lasted an entire ten minutes. I expected only five."
"I tried to suffer through it for you."
Sherlock raised his eyebrows at the doctor as he laughed, leading him onto the dance floor.
"May I have this dance, Dr. Watson-Holmes?"
Sherlock had done a half-bow, hand outstretched, with a wonderful smirk across his face. John smiled, taking his husband's hand and pretending to hesitate.
"Well, I suppose just one dance will be alright."
Following cat calls from the audience, a wedding waltz that Sherlock had composed himself floated through the speakers, and the two men had their first dance as husbands, eyes never leaving the other's. As the song ended, the two bowed with faint amusement on Sherlock's part, before the detective pulled John close again, one arm around his waist and one hand on his husband's jaw.
"I love you, John."
"As I love you, Sherlock."
The men shared another deep kiss, Sherlock's tongue tracing the doctor's bottom lip quickly before they parted, nearly breathless.
"Just you wait until the honeymoon, Doctor. The things I will do to you…"
John's face reddened deeply, and Sherlock's face only grew into a wider smirk at the man's wide-eyed response.
"I can't wait."