Sherlock: blah blah blah John is really cool, he’s the most amazing person ever, he’s saved my life lots of times, he basically makes me a better man and yeah, I love him.
Sherlock: *oh shit I said it, I gotta fix it*
Sherlock: but anyways, Mary loves him too, you know, Mary, the bride, the one who is about to marry the most wonderful man I have ever had the pleasure of knowing…
Everyone: *looks into the camera like they are in the office*
*somewhere in another room, since he wasn’t invited, Anderson sobs*
Mrs. Hudson: Let me tell you what a mistake your marriage is
John: I hear Sherlock upstairs, not really, but good bye
Just imagine after John’s back home, but they still haven’t sorted out their feelings yet, and Sherlock tell him one night that they’re going out to dinner, and he should wear what Sherlock laid out for him on his bed. John thinks it’s going to be something posh, but it’s his oatmeal jumper and an old ratty pair of jeans. So he puts it on, and when he comes downstairs, Sherlock’s wearing the greyish button down and the jacket he wore that first night, and Sherlock doesn’t say anything so John doesn’t ask, and then they go to Angelo’s for dinner, and they get the candle and a bottle of wine, and finally John says, “What’s this all about, Sherlock?”
Sherlock looks at him and says, “It’s the anniversary of the day after we met. And we came here, and you asked me if I had a boyfriend and I told you I was married to the work.”
John just stares at him, gnawing on his lip and waiting, and Sherlock says, “Can we try again, John? I gave you the wrong answer last time.”
And John just breaks down, and pulls Sherlock to him, and kisses him and kisses him, and murmurs, “I’ve been waiting so long, so long,” against his mouth.
Hey look at this thing I wrote a long time ago. Nice.
