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Sherlock was sitting alone, glaring at the couple that were placed in his usual seat in Angelo's. Why did they have the right to sit there, just because he wasn't available to get Angelo out of prison, when he was accused of breaking into a string of flats?

He had to pay again, too.

He had just sent the waiter away with an order of a black coffee with two sugars when he glanced up, and his breath hitched.

John

He watched John as he took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

John's eyebrows were furrowed and his fingers tensed; he had clearly split up with Mary, and he still hadn't called Harry. His shirt was slightly too small, and it didn't suit his cardigan; he clearly hadn't bought it himself as it had the type of pockets that he hated, but he had obviously tried to make some effort.

A slight glimmer of sweat reflected from his brow.

Sherlock panicked, was he here to finalise their parting of ways, or to resolve their differences?

He was carrying the letter. His letter.

Oh god.

John's eyes met Sherlock's as they scanned across the room, searching. Neither looked away.

'Sherlock'.' He whispered, a feeling of relief and love flooding over him.

Sherlock stood up, straightening his suit jacket. The chair previously holding his weight fell back, with a loud crash.

'shit' he whispered, not taking his eyes from John's as he leant down to pick up the chair, and put it back into its original place. He only succeeded in tripping over the chair which was in front of him, falling into John's ready arms.

There was a silent pause as they straightened up and looked at each other again.

John broke into a smile, and Sherlock couldn't contain his laughter at their current situation; in the middle of Angelo's, in each other's arms after years. Years.

John joined in, but stopped as he reached inside his pocket, his brow furrowing in concentrations, his lips pursed.

Sherlock stepped back a couple of paces, wondering what was happening.

John looked up, clearly finding what he had been looking for. He smiled, 'I missed you'.

Sherlock allowed a solitary tear to fall onto his flushed cheek. 'And I, you'.

John slowly fell to his knee, and revealed a small, black box. He watched for the change of emotion that was clear in Sherlock's face.

John took a deep breath, and sighing, prepared himself for the moment that would change his life for ever.

'An eternity with you doesn't seem long enough, but it's a good place to start.

Sherlock Holmes. I love you for everything you make me feel when we're together. But that isn't the half of it. I love you for the fact that I can't function without you near me, that I can't speak properly when you don't guide me, that I don't want to be with anyone, but you, always.

If I had to choose between loving you and breathing, I would use my last breath to say I love you. But for now, at least, I'll settle on asking you to marry me.'

Sherlock took a deep breath, completely oblivious to the fact that those who were previously eating and talking, were now turned in their seats to listen in to the spontaneous proposal.

'So will you? Will you make me the happiest man, to ever limp across this earth?'

Sherlock frowned, and the quickly smiled, not wanting to make others assume he even had to think about the answer. The tears which he had previously attempted to prevent, were now falling openly, as he reached forward towards the man he thought he'd never again get to touch, to kiss. To love.

'No' he whispered, and John stepped back, shocked.

'Oh…oh., okay, that's fine. I mean, I know it-'Sherlock cut John's ravings off, before he could finish.

'I will never be able to make you the happiest man on Earth, because that spot has already been taken, and I'm afraid I'm not willing to give it up. But for anyone who's wondering…' Sherlock looks around and winks at those now openly staring, before walking the distance between himself and John, clasping their hands together.

'I will.'

He cupped John's face, and pulled it slightly upwards, as he leaned down, brushing their lips together, before meeting with a crushing force.

Applause rang around them, before quietly settling down as they went back to eating their meals, with family and friends.

Angelo bounded up to the happy couple, who were still locked in passionate embrace, and he swung his arms around them both, pulling them in for a sweaty, tight hug.

'DINNER ON THE HOUSE FOR MR HOLMES AND HIS FIANCE!...now I must go and find the candle…'