When John got to Ununoctium he stood in front of Sherlock, "How are you feeling?" he asked, his doctor instincts emerging.
"Somewhat better." Now he was slumped back in his chair, fists on his knees and twitching quite a bit.
That was good, John thought. "Do you know what brought that on?"
Sherlock chuckled, "John, your creativity and ability to hide your nervousness is astonishing. I was simply taken by surprise."
"Sherlock, what are you on about?"
"I- John, I'm talking about the candy." He held out his hand.
John plucked the green heart out of Sherlock's palm. It was damp with sweat, and the color rubbed off onto John's finger tips, but on one side it had, in pink, capitol letters, the words 'MARRY ME'. "Oh." He muttered, "Oh, Sherlock, that... that was just a random candy. It wasn't me proposing."
Sherlock's face went very red, "Ahh. Yes. I had simply assumed..."
"Hey, let's get you into bed, you're going to make yourself pass out from the changes in your blood pressure." John held out a hand, but Sherlock declined and pushed himself out of the chair. His knees were unsteady, but he managed to hold himself up.
"I apologize for making a quick assumption, John."
"Think nothing of it." John told him. When they were in front of Sherlock's room, John cleared his throat, "Sherlock?"
The taller man bit his tongue, he wanted nothing more than to end this embarrassing day. "What is it?"
"Sherlock, that candy heart wasn't me proposing, but," John got down on one knee, "but this is."
Sherlock reached out a hand to steady himself on the door frame, eyes wide. "Is it?" he sputtered.
"Yeah, it is." John pulled a small, teal box out of his back pocket and opened it to reveal a silver band. "Sherlock Holmes, will you marry me?"
For a moment he mutely worked his jaw. "Most definitely, John Watson." He confirmed, once he figured out how to get his vocal chords to work.
John grinned and sighed, "Thank God." He pulled the ring out of the box and motioned for Sherlock to hold out his hand so John could put it on him.
The ring was cold and awkward on his finger, but it somehow felt correct. As soon as John was standing and steady on his feet, Sherlock tipped into him.
John chuckled and encircled him with his arms, "Busy night, huh?" He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Quit emotionally stressful, but excellent nonetheless." They stood together quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's body heat. When John eventually quit moving Sherlock made a displeased noise.
"We can't stand here all night."
"I know." He sighed as he pulled away, he smiled slightly and kissed John's temple, "I will see you in the morning, John."
John caught his wrist, "Would you like to sleep in my room?"
Sherlock looked uncomfortable, "Could you spend the night in my room?"
"Sure." John replied.
((This is cross posted on Ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1195326?hide_banner=true ))
[FILL] Candy Hearts 2/2
"Somewhat better." Now he was slumped back in his chair, fists on his knees and twitching quite a bit.
That was good, John thought. "Do you know what brought that on?"
Sherlock chuckled, "John, your creativity and ability to hide your nervousness is astonishing. I was simply taken by surprise."
"Sherlock, what are you on about?"
"I- John, I'm talking about the candy." He held out his hand.
John plucked the green heart out of Sherlock's palm. It was damp with sweat, and the color rubbed off onto John's finger tips, but on one side it had, in pink, capitol letters, the words 'MARRY ME'. "Oh." He muttered, "Oh, Sherlock, that... that was just a random candy. It wasn't me proposing."
Sherlock's face went very red, "Ahh. Yes. I had simply assumed..."
"Hey, let's get you into bed, you're going to make yourself pass out from the changes in your blood pressure." John held out a hand, but Sherlock declined and pushed himself out of the chair. His knees were unsteady, but he managed to hold himself up.
"I apologize for making a quick assumption, John."
"Think nothing of it." John told him. When they were in front of Sherlock's room, John cleared his throat, "Sherlock?"
The taller man bit his tongue, he wanted nothing more than to end this embarrassing day. "What is it?"
"Sherlock, that candy heart wasn't me proposing, but," John got down on one knee, "but this is."
Sherlock reached out a hand to steady himself on the door frame, eyes wide. "Is it?" he sputtered.
"Yeah, it is." John pulled a small, teal box out of his back pocket and opened it to reveal a silver band. "Sherlock Holmes, will you marry me?"
For a moment he mutely worked his jaw. "Most definitely, John Watson." He confirmed, once he figured out how to get his vocal chords to work.
John grinned and sighed, "Thank God." He pulled the ring out of the box and motioned for Sherlock to hold out his hand so John could put it on him.
The ring was cold and awkward on his finger, but it somehow felt correct. As soon as John was standing and steady on his feet, Sherlock tipped into him.
John chuckled and encircled him with his arms, "Busy night, huh?" He rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet.
"Quit emotionally stressful, but excellent nonetheless." They stood together quietly for a few moments, simply enjoying each other's body heat. When John eventually quit moving Sherlock made a displeased noise.
"We can't stand here all night."
"I know." He sighed as he pulled away, he smiled slightly and kissed John's temple, "I will see you in the morning, John."
John caught his wrist, "Would you like to sleep in my room?"
Sherlock looked uncomfortable, "Could you spend the night in my room?"
"Sure." John replied.
((This is cross posted on Ao3 at http://archiveofourown.org/works/1195326?hide_banner=true ))