A Study of Lovers (Johnlock fanfic)

(Not So) Great Timing

Hey guys! What did you think of the last part? Kind of sprung it on you, but you knew it was coming sooner or later. Don't worry, I'm not just going to leave it at that.
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John looked into the eyes of the desperate detective, searching for some kind of explanation of why he decided on such a question.

"What?" Was the only thing that came from John's trembling lips. Sherlock smirked but let it slowly disappear.

"You heard me." Sherlock commanded.

"Sherlock, you can't just spring that kind of question on me."

"Then when John? I know I want to get married to you sooner or later but I don't see a better time any time soon. Now I know that I may not be the most loving person in the world, but I know that I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life and hopefully you will allow me to in yours forever as well." Sherlock took John's hand into his and knelt down to one knee.

"John Hamish Watson. Will you do me the honor of becoming my husband?" Sherlock gazed into John's surprised and starstruck eyes as he looked back into the detective's galaxy colored eyes, admiring every fleck of color that shown through. Finally coming up with an answer, John darted his eyes from the floor and back up to Sherlock.

"Yes." That one simple word that instantly changed both of their lives for good.

"Really?" Sherlock's eyebrow raised to a sincere look as well as did his eyes almost astonished by John's answer as was John. His whole body shaking, Sherlock wrapped his arms around the trembling torso of his blogger and now his fiance. As they both chuckled nervously, Sherlock managed to talk to the shaking mess that was John.

"Now, I know I don't have a ring but I'll get you one as soon as possible."

"Who cares about the bloody ring, I just want to be with you." John chuckled into Sherlock's shoulder.

"And a proper proposal as well." John smiled, feeling the warm and bare chest of his new fiance against his cheek.

"I love you William Sherlock Scott Holmes." John couldn't believe this man was his gorgeous fiance as he felt the words pass his lips.

"I love you too John Hamish Watson." Sherlock most likely felt the same way. As they stood at the threshold of the kitchen and the sitting room in each other's arms, they felt like time has slowed down and eventually came to a complete stop all around them.

"How's about some breakfast?" John broke the silence as well as the serious feeling that dampened the flat as Sherlock's low baritone chuckle could be felt against John's face as his chest rose and fell with the laugh.

"That sounds fantastic." Once they released each other from the warm embrace, John pulled out a carton of eggs from the clean-of-severed-body-parts fridge and some bread from the above cupboard as Sherlock readied a kettle of hot water to boil for tea. Everything came back to normal everyday in 221B.

Finishing breakfast, John started to pick up his and Sherlock's plate but was stopped by the thin fingers of his detective wrapping gently around his wrist.

"Let me do this John. You go get a shower and dressed for the day." Puzzled of Sherlock's sudden up taking in helping with washing the dishes, he furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes in a questionable look.

"Well, what brought this on?" John crossed his arms across this chest.

"What? I can't take on personal responsibility for myself?" Sherlock turned to the sink and dumped the plates into soapy water as he was already scrubbing them so it was too late for John to suddenly take over for him.