Don't Be...Dead

Bonus 2- Dance

Breathe. Just breathe. I tried to calm myself down as I saw Sherlock walking towards me. He had slicked his hair back for the occasion and wore a dark suit with a deep purple tie and vest. I swallowed as he approached. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but at the same time I was anticipating it so much.

Sherlock stopped next to me. "John, you look..." I looked down at the pale grey suit I was wearing and felt a blush creep into my face.

"Shall we?" Sherlock nodded and grabbed my hand. We both took a deep breath before pushing the door open.

"You may now kiss." Sherlock grinned and bent down his head down. Our lips met and applause erupted from our surrounding friends and family. I parted myself from Sherlock after a bit, turning to face them, wrapping my arm around Sherlock’s waist. They were practically beaming up at us. We walked down to the door of the sanctuary and waited as each of them walked by, congratulating us. Sherlock stood next to me, doing his best not to scowl at Mycroft or make sarcastic remarks. Harry came up to talk to me, dragging Clara with her. Apparently they were still having some problems, but they were back together. Harry wrapped me in a hug. "I’m so happy for you two." Sherlock politely held out his hand before she pulled him into a hug too. I smirked as he awkwardly stood there, trying to figure out what to do.

"Yeah, I’m sure dad will be proud," I muttered. My dad had flipped out when Harry married Clara. I had taken Sherlock to meet my parents once we decided on a date for the wedding. THAT went well. Needless to say, they didn’t come to the wedding.

"They’ll come around eventually. They did with us." I nodded and tried to fake a smile.

Sherlock and I waited until everyone had left the sanctuary before following them out.

We sat down at one long table that held everybody. After we had eaten a bit the music started. Sherlock and I stood for the customary first dance and he placed his hand in mine. We stood there, swaying in gentle circles. Sherlock looked down at me. "John, do you remember-"

"Of course," I said simply. How could I forget the night I first told Sherlock I loved him and found out he had feelings back for me? I smiled, thinking fondly on that night, then reached up on my toes and kissed my new husband.