So I know I said that I had completed this story, but I didn't know where else to fit this. It's fluff and nothing more. I hope you all enjoy. Plus I thought it would be nice little pick me up from 'I Won't See You Now Till I Surrender.'

I do not own BBC Sherlock or Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's cannon.

So with out further ado…

Elfie and Sherlock's wedding for all of you who wanted it :)

Marry Me a Little

Heart racing.

Stomach churning.

Mind spinning.

Good God, I thought your supposed to feel like a million bucks on your wedding day. Why am I so nervous? I'm finally getting to marry the love of my life so I should be over the moon. Instead I feel like I'm going to be sick.

Two months ago, Sherlock had purposed to me. It was after a huge case that resulted in me loosing my best friend and Sherlock almost dying. God, I never want to think about that case ever again. It changed me for the better, but that doesn't mean it wasn't easy on my emotions. Any who, a week after that he had given me the ring: a flawless amethyst set between two small diamonds on a silver band. That's when it really sank in:

I was going to become Mrs. Sherlock Holmes.

With some help from Mycroft, we were able to get through all the necessary paperwork and plan a small ceremony without attracting any attention from the press. The wedding would be held at the Cross-Keys Inn with only those closest to us in attendance. Sherlock handled all the details: booking the space, the honeymoon, everything. I was just told a time and date. I'm surprised that he took such an interest in planning our wedding; Sherlock Holmes and marriage are two things I never imagined would go hand in hand. Then again, the man is completely full of surprises.

I stare into my vanity mirror and try to recognize myself in the reflection before me. My hair is tightly pulled back in a low ponytail and it's not moving an inch do to the crazy amount of hairspray that has been applied. My skin looks so pristine and soft even under the light layer of make-up that I have put on. I pick up the blush brush and quickly even out the rosy tint on my cheeks. I look nothing like my usual self. That is a different woman staring back at me and I'm not entirely sure if I like her or not.

What am I doing? Of course I love Sherlock more than anything in the world and I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with him, but this whole marriage thing is a bit over whelming. We were perfectly fine the way we were, so why change it? What if we end up being one of those couples that break up after marriage? I don't want to risk that. I can't even imagine that.

Knock. Knock.

The soft knock at my door breaks my train of thought and I quickly get up and open it. Standing there, dressed in a red long sleeved, calf length dress and black heels, holding a pink package under one arm, is my mother. She is dawning that signature 'mother of the bride' smile and has her arms open to me. I gladly give her a tight hug.

"Sweetheart, you have no idea how hard it was to find this place." she says, "Did you purposely pick a place in the middle of nowhere?"

"Sherlock picked it," I reply, "The owners owed him a favor. It's quite a story, really."

"Your fiancé is just full of those, isn't he?" she says. When we finally part, she gives me a good look over as is always her way: "Oh Elfie Marie, your not even dressed." My mother points out as she walks inside, "Come on, sweetheart. Put your dress on."

"Mom," I say, closing the door and readjusting my robe tie, "I…I don't feel right."

"That's just the butterflies," she replies, picking up my dress from the bed, "Oh honey this is just a gorgeous dress! Where did you get it? You know, I always knew that you'd walk down in isle in something simple like this. You never were a ball gown type of girl."

"Mom…"

"Elfie, those shoes are just darling! Oh my God, they're pink! You never wear pink; oh it's a miracle. I feared you were going to wear those black boots you practically live in."

"Mom…"

"Oh listen to me, I'm judging. I promised you I'd stop that. I'm sorry, dear. Now, let's get you into…"

"Mom, I don't know if I can through with this."

My mom freezes and stares at me with wide eyes. For the first time in my life, I think I've just rendered her speechless.

"I…I mean, I'm scared." I go on, sitting back at the vanity, "Don't get me wrong, I love Sherlock and all, but…what if after we're married things change? What if he doesn't like me as a wife? What if it doesn't work out? Ugh, I don't even want to think about that." I rest my elbows on the vanity and cover my hands over my face. "This is too much. I don't know if it's really worth it."
"Elfie Marie, stop talking like that this very instant." My mother quietly says, coming to my side, "Sherlock loves you more than anything and you love him back. You two are meant for each and there is not a force on this earth that can break you two apart. I-I never had a love like you and Sherlock have; not even with your father." She then sets a comforting hand on my shoulder: "You have nothing to fear, sweetheart. That man of yours isn't going anywhere."

I raise my head and we look at each. My mother and I have never really gotten along but for this moment…well we're actually having a moment. I know that she's right; I'm just over thinking it all. Sherlock won't leave me and I won't leave him. I love him and he loves me. I just need to calm down.

Surprising her as well as myself, I stand up and give my mom a hug. She holds me in return with a proud smile on her face. My mom then helps me slip into my dress and opens up the package she's brought with to reveal a beautiful white vale. She adjusts it on the top of my head with a sparkling pendent then slowly spins me to face her: "Oh Elfie Marie," she breathes out, placing a hand on her chest, "you look beautiful."

I gulp then nervously turn to look at myself in the mirror. If I couldn't recognize myself before as sure as hell don't now. The dress hugs my curves perfectly as the fabric flows down my legs. The vale that stops about mid-back brings a new light to my face and I look more like a young woman than just a girl in her late twenties. Above all, I look like a bride.

Tears start to develop in my eyes as my mom wraps her arms around my shoulders: "You're going to blow him away," she whispers in my ear and I let out a small giggle.

"Thank you," I say, "honestly. You didn't have to help me."

"Of course I did, sweetheart," she replies, "My baby girl's getting married." Just then there is a soft knock at the door. My mother gladly goes to answer it; she opens it a sliver and pokes her head out. "It's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, Sherlock." I hear her say and I immediately perk up.

Why is Sherlock here?

Is everything okay?

I hear the low mumbling of my fiancé's baritone voice but I can't make out what he's saying. My mother then turns to me and gives me a small nod before heading out in the hall. Okay, now I'm fully confused: what is going on? Seconds later, a familiar hand pops into the room from the sliver.

"Don't come out here," I hear Sherlock say, waving his hand about, "You stay on your side and I'll stay on mine."

I smile and take the Sherlock's hand into my own, remaining on my side of the door just as I'm instructed: "What are you doing?" I ask with a giggle, "You didn't scare my mother off did you?"

"No, I've only managed to get her to go wait with everyone else," he replies, "I wanted to see you, or rather speak with you since apparently I'm not allowed to lay eyes on you."
"It's bad luck." I tease, "Besides, you couldn't wait 15 minutes? You should be at the ceremony space."

"As I just said, I needed to speak with you."

"About?"

"N-nothing really." He replies, sounding almost childish, "I…you're going to laugh at me."

"Try me," I say with a smile, "What's on your mind, love?"

Sherlock pauses for a moment and gives my hand a tight squeeze: "I'm scared, Fee." He finally says, "Isn't that stupid? Me: of all people. I am scared to get married. I was in my room thinking about all of this and…and I couldn't' help but wonder what it was all for. Please don't take that as an insult to you, my darling, because that's not I intend. I do want to marry you, more than anything, it's just I only wondered if...if getting married is what is best for us. We are perfect the way we are and I don't want to ruin that.

I realize that I shouldn't be telling you this, but…well, whenever I have my moments of second guessing myself-believe me, I do have them-talking to you always seems to bring me back down to Earth."

I take in a deep breath and squeeze his hand. He's just as scared about this as I am. If that's not a confirmation that this marriage is perfectly right, then I don't know what is.

"You want to know something," I say, trying my best to hide my on coming tears, "I was thinking the same exact thing."

"Really?" he asks

"Yes. I'm scared too, but…but I know that there is no reason to be. Because I love you and I always will. Think about all that we've gone through together, Sherlock. Marriage almost seems easy compared to what we've already faced. No matter what happens, we're going to get through it." I bring his hand to my lips and place a gentle kiss on his knuckles: "I can't wait to be your wife, Sherlock Holmes."

To my surprise, but not my displeasure, Sherlock opens the door all the way, wraps his arms around me and plants a deep kiss on my lips. I return the romantic gesture and wrap my arms around his neck. Every fear either of us may have had about this day is melted away. My anxious nerves are replaced by my undying love for this man. What was I thinking by saying I couldn't go through with this? I can go through anything as long as I have this man beside me and he knows that I will always be there for him as well.

Our lips finally part and Sherlock closes his eyes tight: "How stupid of me," he whispers, gently placing his forehead against my own, "to even think for a moment that I could go through with having you as my wife."

"Love makes us think stupid things," I reply, "Haven't you figured that out yet?"

He chuckles that deep baritone laugh that I love so much, then takes a small step back: "I didn't see anything," he says, eyes still shut as she slowly backs out the door again, "But, um, thank you for that. I'm…I'm going to go wait for you, now, like I'm supposed to. That is what I'm supposed to be doing right? Not bothering you with stupid emotions."

"Sherlock, you bastard, come here." I giggle, cupping his face in my hands. I plant another kiss on his lips and he returns the gesture, "I'll see you in 15." I whisper before playfully pushing him back then closing the door. I lean back against it and just laugh.

I'm getting married.

I'm getting married to Sherlock Holmes.

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Fifteen minutes pass and my mother returns to my room to tell me it's time to go. Adjusting my make-up one last time, I grab my bouquet of yellow roses and walk with her to the small ceremony space. It's set up in this little chapel, hidden by a cluster of trees, behind the Inn. We reach the doors and I take in a deep breath. John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade and Mycroft are huddled around Sherlock at the very end of the short isle, but they quickly turn around when they notice my mother and I enter.

My gaze immediately locks with my fiancé's. He is dressed in an all black suit and looking as dapper as ever. I'm very surprised that his usually unruly curls are slicked back, but it only adds to his already sharp features. His eyes are sparkling so much brighter then I have ever known them to. He looks happy, genuinely happy. My mom guides me to his side and once there, takes my bouquet then I take Sherlock's hands into my own.

"Worth the wait?" I whisper to him

"Very much so," he whispers back.

We both chuckle and step even closer together so that only a few inches are separating us. Everyone takes their seats in the first pew and things get underway. In all honesty, I don't pay any attention to the words the officiant is saying; I am way too lost in Sherlock's eyes. When it's time for me to say my vows, I almost miss it. "Sorry," I say, but then I repeat the appropriate words:

"I, Elfie, take you, Sherlock, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

Then it's Sherlock's turn and I can hear the struggle in his naturally strong baritone voice to keep from breaking:

"I, Sherlock, take you, Elfie, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part."

We slip our identical silver bands onto each other's ring fingers, both of us shaking from nerves. There are few more words for the officiant to say but then comes the best part:

"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride."

Sherlock cups my face in his hands and we share the deepest, most passionate kiss either of us has ever shared. Our small gathering applauds for us and I can hear my mother and Mrs. Hudson begin to cry. All is right in the world and nothing could be better. I'm Mrs. Holmes and he is my husband. It's surreal and at the same time it's just as it should be. As our lips finally part, we nuzzle our foreheads together and just look at one another for the first time as husband and wife.

"I love you."

"I love you too, my darling, darling girl."

We exchange another quick kiss then turn our attention to our small gathering to receive everyone's 'congratulations' and 'so happy for you two'. Our arms remain wrapped around each other as if we just can't stand to let go. Even though people are speaking to us, we aren't really paying attention. Out minds are focused on each other. Sherlock and I have never been a clingy couple, but today we've made an exception. It is our wedding after all.

As we nuzzle our forehead together again, we hear the small snap of a camera. Sherlock sharply turns his head to John who is sheepishly holding a Polaroid camera in his hands. "I know you said no pictures, but come on, mate, it's your wedding day." He says, holding the still developing photo out to Sherlock, "You've got to have something to commemorate it."

"I only said no pictures because they could get in the wrong hands," Sherlock replies, snatching the photo back, "Knowing you, John, you could easily loose this. Who knows who will get it then?"

"Hey, Sherlock Holmes," I playful scold, "don't spoil this."

Sherlock rolls his eyes, sticks the photo in his jacket pocket, then holds me close again: "My apologizes, Mrs. Holmes." He whispers before we kiss again.

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That evening, after our guests have left and we are finally alone, my husband and I take refuge in our private honeymoon suite. It has a sort of warm, country cabin, type feel to it with its simple furnishings and all, but to be quite honest, we don't take much notice. The second we had entered; Sherlock has swooped me up into his arms and carried me to the bed. Let's just say we didn't waste anytime getting the honeymoon started.

"So, tell me, Mr. Holmes" I say a few hours later, "This is all a bit out of character for you; what's changed you?"

"Have I changed?" he asks, propping himself up on his elbows which causes the sheets to fall off of his bare chest, "I don't think I have."

"Oh really?" I say, curling up to his side, "Because the man I met a little over a year ago is not the man in front of me right now."

Sherlock smiles and wraps his arms around my waist: "Tell me about that man." He coos, kissing my forehead, "You seem to have taken a liking to him."

"Well he was very attractive, but sort of cocky," I tease, "He thought he was so cool with his big black coat and chiseled cheekbones. Not to mention he claimed to know everything; thought himself as a proper genius."

"Maybe he is a 'proper genius'." Sherlock says,

"Maybe," I giggle, "But he didn't know how to handle his own emotions, not for the life of him." Sherlock blushes a sort of soft pink and sheepishly looks away. "I got to know that man," I softly go on, stroking my husband's cheek, "and he turned out to be the most amazing individual I had ever had the pleasure of knowing. We went through some crazy times-fought, argued, etc. But all didn't matter: He's my best friend and I love him, more than anything."

Our eyes meet again and we move to fill up the small gap between us. "I never thought you'd stay with me," Sherlock whispers, stroking my cheek, "and by all means, you should have left me long ago. Today, you have made me the happist man alive by becoming my wife. I never saw myself getting married, but I am so glad you've changed my mind.

I'm…I'm not a perfect person, Elfie, nor have I ever tried to be. But you have changed that for me. I promise you, I will do everything I can to take care of you. I love you and you are my world. All I ask is that you never stop caring for me. It's selfish, I know, but…I can't imagine what I'd do if I didn't have you."

"Sherlock," I breathe out, rubbing my hands up and down his back, "I'm not going anywhere, not ever. I'm always going to love you; nothing will change that."

Sherlock places a hand on the small of my lower back and tangles the other in my messy hair. I hold him as close as I can and nuzzle my forehead against his. My heart is all a flutter and time itself seems to stop. We exchange passionate kisses on the lips over and over again. Right now life is perfect and it always will be, just as long as I have him at my side.

"I love you Sherlock Holmes." I whisper, before we slip under the covers again,

"I love you more, Elfie…Holmes." He replies.