A/N: Posted as a sort-of apology in advance for the post after this one, which I'll be posting in a matter of minutes despite the inevitable imbox spam.
Word Count: 250+
Pairing(s): John/Sherlock
Warning(s): shameless fluff
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They had been laying there, just laying there, on the rooftop when John suddenly popped the question:
"Would you marry me?"
Sherlock was, for once, shocked, though he didn't show it. In fact, he didn't move at all, eyes still trained on the sky.
"I mean, I'm not... I don't mean right now. I know you're not, I mean, hypothetically... the marrying type, you don't..." John sighed. "I'm not proposing."
Sherlock twisted his head to look at the doctor; John did the same, ears burning with embarrassed blush under Sherlock's thoughtful gaze.
"Why not?"
John blinked. "What?"
"Why aren't you proposing?"
Suspecting a trick, John's eyes narrowed, but Sherlock seemed nothing but genuine. John's faltered.
"I don't know," John said slowly. "It's not really the place."
"It's a rooftop," said Sherlock. "There are stars."
"I'm not really sure if it's legal."
"Doesn't matter. Neither are a lot of things we do."
"I don't have a ring."
"I don't need a ring."
John can feel his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly he is hyper aware of how stunning Sherlock looks in the moonlight.
"I didn't think you would want to," John whispered, averting his gaze. He knows how pathetic he must look, blushing and awkward and uncertain. Sherlock reaches forward and pulls the doctor to face him, smiling gently.
"How would you know if you never asked?"
"I just did, didn't I?"asked Watson, almost defensively.
Sherlock smiled.
There is no announcement, only Mrs. Hudson humphing about with a pleased smile and a, "Well, it's about time!"