Paint my world (Sherlock X OC)

And the kiss

"yes so" he continued "then the first night we shared a bed together, I've never shared bed with another woman you know not like that, it was something new for me. You slept early that night and I kept on staring at you, admiring the innocence in you which is so often hidden, after waking up next morning the first thing I did was look at you again and you were again the same angel."
I pressed my lips together in a thine line trying to control the urge to smile at his comment.
"The day you went to the interview and asked me to have lunch with you Melody" ahaa! he said my name again, "I stayed silent for sometime before accepting your offer".
"yes, you were checking your schedule right?" I stated what I assumed.
"no" he replied "it took me some time realise I'll be actually having lunch with you, alone, just the two of us, like a... you know a... not quite but..."
"like a date?" I interrupted.
"perhaps, who knows, and then when you said if I ever wondered how it'll be like having sex with someone out of love..." we both turned a little pink at this, maybe we picturised something inappropriate, "I never bothered about sex, but I did then, for I met someone I started feel tremendously affectionate to".
And that made a whimper come to my throat, I don't know how I controlled it but I did.
"Also when"
"wait" I interrupted, "are you gonna state every detail of us, of how you felt, let's keep somethings to us".
"okay" he replied, "but just listen to this, whenever you painted, I only could think of how colorless my life was, just like the white paper and how you painted me, with bitter sweet colors, chaos and calm both, banters and cuddles and obviously you painted me, you painted my world, like how I asked you to, you painted my world Melody."
So that's what he meant? that's how love feels? the one who stays by you, cares, supports, cuddles and loves ofcourse.
"this is why I wanted to tell you every details." he continued.
"Not that I don't wanna hear it Sherlock " I replied,
"but we must keep something something to talk after marriage too".
His eyes widened, and his mouth flung open, he could barely believe my words, yet I was sure what I was saying so got down on one knee,
"Sherlock? will you Marry your Melody?"
He sat infront of me on the ground holding my hand and finally a tear fell from his eye, then out of my surprise his lips crashed on mine. We kissed, finally and I imagined my life with him, yes that's where I belong, with him, and you know what, he was right, sex comes with love too, I would love to have him now, infact now it's him and him only, no one else.