I Think We Need Counseling

Chapter 16

POV John

I was laughing, I mean seriously laughing at myself for being scared or worried or even upset. I thought about kissing Sherlock right here and now in front of everyone, but decided against it. 

Sherlock had a funny look on his face, like he couldn't tell if I was laughing at him or what else I could possibly find funny. He smiled weakly at me, still not quite getting the humor.

I passed the journal back to him, like everyone else did, and he passed back mine. He immediately skipped all my answers and just went straight to the last one. He read my answer and pulled a box out of his pocket that I hadn't noticed.

My hand flew to my mouth, no way Sherlock was gonna do this, no way! He slid off the seat and got down on one knee.

"Well you already answered my question, but I'd like to hear the answer out loud." He told me smirking.

"Yes!" I replied as he opened the box and slipped a gold ring on my hand. We stood up, holding hands, and kissed, but soon broke apart when we realized where we were.

I looked around the room and could see that everyone had the same giddy expression on their faces. Bloody Hell! We were all getting married! 

"Well, I don't think I even have to ask about your reactions to the questions. Congratulations, all of you. Now go home and plan your weddings. We will have group next week but the week after and until your weddings I don't think you'll need it. If you ever need to talk though I'll still be here." Said Kelly, obviously happy that we were all gonna be okay.

I looked at Sherlock pleadingly, he could tell what I was asking for.

"Miss Standford John and I would be honored if you were to attend our ceremony, whenever that may be." Sherlock told her. The surprise on her face was evident, and her face wasn't the only one.

"I  would also like to invite the rest of you." I added in quickly, not as grand as what Sherlock said but it got my point across.

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POV Sherlock

The car ride was boring, but I held John's hand the whole way home. I almost couldn't contain my excitement! He said yes! I was by far happier than I had ever been, ever.

Jim was staring at me during the ride, a question on his lips.

Am I allowed? he thought spoke.

John invited you didn't he? I thought spoke back.

Yes but... I understand if you don't want me to come. He said, his gaze drifting to the floor.

You may come, with Molly, but don't expect me to be nice. I told him a smile appearing on his face.

And you are invited to mine. He thought back as we approached our flat.

John got out first and I trailed in behind him. The climb up the stairs was excruciating, I knew we'd have to have a talk and I was dreading it.

"John, I know how I acted this morning and I want you to know that I couldn't tell you because-" he interrupted.

"Sherlock, I got it, I know! It's fine I don't care anymore! I was worried this morning but I'm not any more." he stood on his tiptoes and pulled me into a kiss. I pulled away after a while.

"Why were you worried?" I asked him, staring into his amazing eyes.

"I-I...I thought you were getting... bored with me."

I froze.

How could I ever be bored of John?! He was the best thing that had ever happened to me! I must have looked angry because John was staring down at the floor.

"Never, ever EVER could I be bored of you! What would make you think such a thing?!" I burst out, interrupting my own thoughts.

"Well, you were acting so... strange and you looked like you couldn't tell me something and I..." He trailed off. I didn't want to listen to him talk anymore, it was to sad.

We were standing a short distance from the couch so I took his hand and pulled him onto the couch.

"I can't express it in words." I whispered in his ear as I began to caress his neck.

"Sherlock..." he moaned, and continued to moan for some time.

(A/N sorry it's so short, been distracted lately!)