A/N So @IsabelWelburn requested that I do the second part to this so here it is!! SMUT WARNING!!!!! Normally I prefer writing BottomLock but this time I had the urge to write John as the bottom. Not really sure why. Oh well. Enjoy<3
John was right, it had been one of the longest shifts he had ever worked, only the memory of his short date keeping him going through the long night. When he finally made it home, he felt like he was going to pass out on the stairs. He walked into the flat, trying to be quiet so as to not wake Mrs. Hudson. He glanced around the room, catching sight of candles long burned out, and the petals of lavender roses strewn about. In the darkness of the flat John smiled, remembering how Sherlock had first gone about telling him he loved him. He had handed him seven lavender roses, one for each year they had known each other, and then had scurried off to his room. It had taken John three days to get him to come out and talk to him, but it had been worth the wait. They hadn't spent a night apart since.
"Good evening Dr. Watson." John jumped slightly at the deep, rich baritone that came from the dark of the sitting room. Sherlock's voice never failed to arouse John, that rich tone so very intoxicating.
"Hey love, sorry I am so late. Things were absolutely crazy at the clinic."
"It's fine, I missed you." There was softness in Sherlock's voice John was unaccustomed to hearing from the younger man.
"I missed you to love, but I am here now. Where are you? I want a kiss." He felt a thin pair of arms wrap around his waist and the warm chest of his lover press against his back. He sighed as he felt Sherlock's perfect lips against his skin, kissing and nipping lightly. He leaned back into the embrace and tilted his head to the side, allowing the detective to reach more of his neck. He felt Sherlock hum against his skin and the hands on his waist tightened slightly, pulling him closer.
"God I missed you today. Those handcuffs were really distracting sitting there on the desk, practically winking at me every time I looked at them. You know just how to keep me distracted don't you Mr. Holmes?" Sherlock hummed against his skin again, John could feel the smirk on his lips as he sucked on the skin. He heard the taller man mumble something into his neck, but the words were lost on him.
"Sorry love, what was that?"
"Marry me." John froze, that was unexpected.
"What?"
"Marry me John."
"Sherlock, w-what the hell-"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it; I'm going to stop talking now." John turned to face Sherlock, catching his lips in a soft kiss, trying to convey every emotion he was feeling through the action. Sherlock moaned softly and deepened the kiss, trying to distract John from the question he had just asked. John wasn't going to let him get away with that. He pulled away slightly, laughing as Sherlock tried to chase his lips.
"Sherlock,"
"John,"
"Yes."
"John, I haven't done anything quite yet to earn a 'yes'"
"No you git, I mean yes I will marry you." This time it was Sherlock that froze. "You are crazy and infuriating and wonderful and I am the luckiest man in the world. So yes Sherlock Holmes, I will marry you." Sherlock was still frozen. "Sherlock, you still alive in there-" His words were cut off by Sherlock's lips, eagerly moving against his own. He moaned and returned the kiss, leaning into Sherlock and threading his fingers into dark curls. He felt Sherlock fumbling with the buttons of his shirt and he moved his free hand to fight with the buttons of his lover's shirt. He felt Sherlock starting to walk forward and allowed himself to be pushed against the nearest wall. Sherlock started kissing and nipping along his jaw and down his neck. John gasped and bucked against the taller man as he latched on to his pulse point.
