Joan woke to find Sherlock perched on one elbow staring at her,

"Morning?" She questioned as she placed a kiss on his lips.

"Good morning" he replied,

"I have a question" he added

"Fire away" she said sleepily rubbing her eyes,

"Do you trust me?" he pondered, still staring at his wife,

"With my life" she replied with a smile. She sat up and continued to get up out of bed and walk to the bathroom,

"Okay, well I have another question" he shouted,

"Go ahead" she managed to muffle out whilst brushing her teeth,

"Can I tattoo you?" He shouted in return, Joan almost choking on her toothbrush, at this point Sherlock had followed her into the bathroom.

"No you cannot tattoo me." She replied whilst wiping her mouth, she headed downstairs quickly followed by Sherlock.

"But you said you trusted me with your life" he queried

"Yes I know what I said" replied Joan whilst pouring two cups of coffee,

"Please" he replied with a pleading look on his face,

"Sherlock, I love you but again I am going to have to say no to a tattoo" she replied. Joan knew she would be in safe hands, after all, all Sherlocks own tattoos were done by himself and she'd seen him do it far too many times.

"What are you thinking about?" He questioned,

"Nothing" she replied walking into the study.

They sat in silence for what felt like forever, she was aware he had been staring at him since he had sat down. She rolled her eyes.

"You're not going to be happy until I say yes, are you?" Questioned Joan,

"No" Sherlock replied in a sulky way,

"Fine" she replied standing up and placing her coffee cup on the mantle, Sherlocks face lit up and he dragged his tray over containing all the things he would need. "Where do you want me?" Joan asked, Sherlock moved all the folders from the red table and tapped on it,

"Right here is fine" he laughed,

"What are you tattooing on me?" She asked before she got into the table,

"You'll find out in due course Mrs Holmes" he replied,

"I don't like not knowing; you should know this" she laughed.

"I'm going to ask you one more time" he was interrupted

"Do you trust me? Yes, Sherlock yes I do now can we just do this" said Joan. He laughed

Joan was lying face down on the table and she had taken off her top so Sherlock could tattoo her, he had moved her right bra strap down her arm and was tattooing just below her right shoulder blade. It hurt like hell and she was doing everything she could to not show it, Sherlock knows her far to well and gave her a reassuring rub or squeeze on her arm and telling her that it wasn't long to go. Sherlock finished and bandaged it up,

"Why can't I see it yet?" She questioned rather annoyed,

"All in good time my love, all in good time" he replied and gave her a kiss on her forehead. The next two hours felt like a lifetime for Joan but it was all far too amusing for Sherlock who was just sat there watching her mind think away, he stood up and walked towards her,

"Come" he said and took her by the hand to the bathroom. He positioned her away from all the mirrors and took off the bandage, he wet a washcloth and gently wiped it clean. "Are you ready?" Sherlock questioned,

"Ready as I'll ever be." She replied, he turned her towards the mirror and there she saw a beautiful red rose with "Mrs Holmes" written on the stem. She loved it. "It's beautiful, thank you" she sighed.

Sherlock held out his arm to Joan, "Look!" Was all he said,

"What am I looking for?" She questioned and just as the words left her tongue she saw it, an identical tattoo of a red rose but instead with the words "Mr Holmes" written on the stem.