Sensitive souls

Sensitive heart

"Freaks here!" Donovan called through the walkie-talkie she was holding, doing a cruel sneer at Sherlock as he made his way towards the police tape, John saw him wince slightly, his facial expression flashing so quickly that it was too easy to miss.

"Fuck off sally!" John hissed shoving past her so that she stumbled slightly backwards and yelped, John smiled cruelly at her and gently took Sherlocks right arm in his right hand whilst his left hand gently wrapped around Sherlocks back, underneath his coat and hidden from view.

"Don't listen to her okay?" John said softly, reaching up to kiss his boyfriend on the lips before guiding him into the building.

Sherlock smiled weakly and then began to examine the body, a teen girl with bright blue hair and cherry red lipstick to match her cherry red converse. She was wearing a white dress with a denim jacket and smelled strongly of some sort of apple smelling perfume.

"She was killed by her friend who got jealous of her boyfriend and you can smell the girls perfume we interviewed earlier, 'be delicious DKNY', but if you look here she had nail marks from sharp long nails clearly another female so there we have it, I think that's enough proof for now lestrade, I'll text you the other details when I get home." Sherlock said quickly, before strolling out the room.

"Sherlock are you okay?" John asked worriedly as they started to walk away from Scotland Yard. Sherlock ignored him and continued walking quickly away from all his worries.

John grabbed Sherlocks coat sleeve and pinned him to a wall down an alley next to Scotland Yard.

"Sherlock answer me" John pleaded softly, reaching up and stroking Sherlocks hair out of his way.

"Why would you ever care for me? I'm worthless and a train wreck and how could anyone ever love me?" Sherlock asked seriously, his voice cracking slightly. "A freak like me!"

"Sherlock shh shh, your not a train wreck, your beautiful and I love you" he assured him gently, letting his hand slip under Sherlocks coat and wrap all the way around the detective.

He gently kissed Sherlocks cheek and then his lips, tangling a hand in the taller mans hair and holding him close.

"Only my opinion matters Sherlock and because your different doesn't make you bad, I love your mind, I love your looks, I love you, my Sherlock, my clever detective, come on let's get home" John said softly, kissing Sherlock again and wrapping his hand into Sherlocks and walking home with him.

It began raining on the way back but only a gentle patter that made the whole sky like a Van Gogh painting, it was beautiful, but to John nothing was more beautiful than the man walking beside him.

They walked hand in hand down Baker Street and stopped at the door of 221b, just outside speedys diner.

John turned Sherlock to face him, pulling Sherlocks coat tighter around the detective to conceal the warmth, he then took a small step back.

"Tomorrow is the 7th anniversary of me moving here with you, I don't want to celebrate it being just your flat mate, or your friend, I want to celebrate it with you as something more than your boyfriend" John said slowly, he then got down onto the wet pavement, the rain sparkling in his hair and the moonlight in his hair as he took a black velvet box from his jeans pocket.

How did Sherlock not notice that on him, my clever soldier, Sherlock thought fondly.

"So, will you, William Sherlock Scott Holmes, marry me, John Hamish Watson?" John asked quietly, his voice trembling with emotion as he opened the box carefully and revealed a pristine silver band in a blue silk bedding.

Sherlock was crying with joy and tears were leaking silently down his face, illuminated by the street light as he nodded his head enthusiastically.

"Y-yes!" Sherlock stuttered under emotion, smiling wildly at John, John stood up from his position on the floor and hugged Sherlock close, he then stood back and took Sherlocks left hand gently in his, sliding the band onto his now-fiancé's finger.

John took his phone out, playing a song quietly into the empty street where they lived.

"May I have this dance?" He asked quietly, holding his hand out to which Sherlock nodded happily and they began to waltz to the music coming from John's phone, flowing as smoothly as the rain the ran from the sky above.

"Thank you John" Sherlock whispered, John kissed Sherlock gently and then dipped him kissing him again deeply leaving Sherlock breathless as he gazed at John with cloudy eyes full of love and emotion.

"I love you Sherlock, don't let anyone tell you are anything but perfect" John whispered softly, feeling the cold band on Sherlocks finger against his own skin, he had a ring also, engraved both of them very precisely.

Sherlocks and John's rings were only meaningful to them, the love they shared and the engravings read:

Dinner?

Starving.