Continuation of yesterday's drabble. I couldn't post Sherlock's vows without doing John's as well, now could I? *wibble*
Sherlock was beaming as he took John's hands into his and finished his vows. John realised he was chewing on his lower lip and let go, smiling back at him. There was an awkward pause as their erstwhile videographer stole Greg's pocket square and blew her nose loudly. Mrs. Hudson patted her on the shoulder and made a vague shushing gesture, and Molly nodded, handing the poor detective inspector back his ruined handkerchief.
The registrar cleared his throat and everyone quieted down. All eyes were on John, while John himself only had eyes for Sherlock. Slender, pale fingers squeezed stockier, tanned ones as John steeled himself. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes briefly before nodding at Sherlock and the assembled guests.
"Sherlock, I admit you're not the sort of person I'd initially imagined spending the rest of my life with, but now I can't picture being with anyone else. When you found me, I was broken, a shell of my former self. You swept into my life with your ridiculous coat, and your ridiculous cheekbones, and you sussed out exactly what I needed. You fixed me when nobody else could. I promise to love you and cherish you for as long as I live, even if sometimes you are an annoying git and you drive me absolutely bonkers."