Eastern Winds (JohnLock)

Chapter 35 - Dinner.

Sherlock's P.O.V;

I took deep, steadying breaths as Mycroft's driver escorted us to 'The Delaunay' a wonderful resteraunt in Aldwych, John's fingers remained laced with mine from the moment we left the flat until we sat down at our table, even then our legs were comfortably resting upon eachothers under the table. The constant feel of John surrounding me was suprisingly comfortable considering the nerve-wrecking circumstances I'm currently facing.

I, Sherlock Holmes, was about to give my whole self to John, Our fate was going to be resting in his hands and I wouldn't blame him for one second if he threw it all away. I understand I am not an easy person to be around and he deserves some kind of recognition for sticking around for such a lengthy period of time. Never before had someone actually wanted to spend time with me, so it is no shock when he curses under his breath durning cases or when he storms out of the flat in a rage over my latest experiment. All I knew was that John was the one person who's judgement I would trust entirely, the one person who's opinions matter and the one person who I have grown to care for dearly. I never knew my infatuation would grow this strong and blossom into a love like no other, I am undoubtly, undeniably, unforgivingly in love with John Watson, and I wouldn't want my life any other way.

 The waiter came and took our orders and quickly departed before returning with the best red wine they had in, the 2001 I believe... I took it upon myself to taste the wine, as much as I care for John you could put anything infront of him and he'd wolf it down without a second thought. It smelled as sweet as it tasted, truly one of the best wines in my personal opinion. I waved the waiter off once more, distributing the wine between my own glass and John's. Once finished I would usually have been able to relax but due to the significance of this dinner I knew that relaxation wasn't going to come easily. John must have sensed it, laying his hand ontop of my own, I turned my hand so that I could hold his fingers in my own. He sent me his usual goofy smile as I pulled his hand to my mouth, brushing my lips against his knuckles. Wine and Dine him Lestrade had said.

Soon our food had been placed infront of us, the salmon for myself and the rump steak for John. As predicted, John finished first while I half-heartedly pushed the remenants of my salmon around the plate so that it would appear I had eaten much more. "Sherlock, finish this one meal. Please. For me" I looked up to see John's blue orbs staring back into my own, pleading. Taking another deep breath similar to those in the cab ride here, I took another forkfull of salmon and cautiously moved it past my lips. It was not unpleasent, it tasted wonderful, but I just don't enjoy eating. For John I repeated the mantra in my head, For John. His leg rubbed against my own as to comfort me as I worked through the meal. I painfully swollowed the final piece of salmon and looked back up to see John sympathetically gazing at me. "Thankyou Sherlock, I love you, you know. It's my job to make sure you are eating."

"Must be the Doctor in you, my love." I gave him my half smile which I knew drove him crazy.

We chatted as our plates were removed from the table and were presented with the dessert menu, I politely declined, John however almost leapt at the piece of paper desperatley scanning it. His eyes locked into place, he's seen the cake... "I'll deffinatley be having a slice of the red velvet cheesecake, thankyou" I chuckled, only one other person was this obsessed with cake and that was Mycroft. I do hope John doesn't get chubby-I'd miss his muscular soldier physique terribly...

I tugged on the waiters arm as he began to weave his way between the tables once more "Oh, may we also have a bottle of your finest champagne too, if you would bring that with the cake that would be wonderful." with a curt nod, he left us once more.

"Champagne? Sherlock Holmes. Are you trying to get me drunk?" He raised a suggestive eyebrow.

"Not at all John, champagne is merely suitable for a situation such as ours"

"Situation? Sherlock, are we celebrating something? So that's why you brought me here, that is why you made me get this suit - which I love by the way."

"Well we could be celebrating, If um..." I stood as gracefully as I could before sliding onto one knee, John's jaw dropped practically hitting the surface of the table. The restaraunt went silent as the woman on the table next to ours gasped rather loudly drawing the attention of the room so it landed solely on me. The atmosphere of the couples, families, friends all chatting happily had evaporated. The number of profanaties running through my mind are uncountable, the time had come. I'm already on my knees, why am I letting myself get distracted. Oh God. I'm going to kill Lestrade, the public display has made everything so much harder. 

I cleared my throat, trying to get the lump that kept on rising to stay down. My throat was burning, mu mind was searching for the right words. Why was this so hard. "John Watson, you. You... Well, you leave me speechless, and as I am Sherlock Holmes that is not a common occurance, you're so magnificent and loving you have redeemed me from the darkness of my past and I cannot thank you enough for putting me back on the right path. You are my worst distraction, I told you a million times that all that matters was my work. No longer is this the truth, you are now all I think about, I'm constantly distracted as we chace mad-men through the streets. It's always been you, for five years. In light of recent events..." I glanced around the room to see people craning their necks to get a better view of the infamous Holmes and Watson's intimate moment. Licking my lips, I slid my hand into the jacket of my suit locating the small black box and pulling it out. I flipped the lid open and returened my eyes to their home, John's own. He was still sitting with his mouth  hanging open, I decided to finish what I had started despite his shocked expression. "Well, I now realise truly how much I need you around me, so would you, John Hamish Watson, do me the greatest favour I will ever ask of you. It would be an honour to call you my husband. Will you give me your hand in marrige?"

John exhaled, his face slowly rearranging itself into the beautiful smile, at the sound of his chuckle after what seemed like an hour of silence it felt as though my stomach was going to drop out of my arse. Oh, his laugh would usually melt my insides and scramble my thoughts, but I've seen the occasional movie, this was no time to be laughing. Shouldn't he be crying? Running away? Jumping up and down? Have I made a mistake.

I musn't have made any effort to disguise my fear as I felt John's calloused fingers on my chin, tilting my face towards his own in an act of comfort. I dared to flicker my gaze from the floor and before our eyes met once more his lips were pressed forcefully against my own. He pulled me up from my kneel so that I was towering over him again. My arms found their way to his rest on his hips. As we pulled apart, the restaraunt that had become our audience waited with baited breath for his answer. I was aware of the blush crawling up my neck to my already flushed cheeks as people began to snap a few photographs of my proposal.

"William. Sherlock. Scott. Holmes." He pronounced each name as though I were four different men, carefully yet so full of love "I would love nothing better than spending the rest of my life chasing you around London. Of course I'll marry you, you soppy git!" immediatley throwing his arms around my neck to pull me in for another kiss with no regard of the people around us. This kiss was less cautious, just full of our raw love and passion. If my ears weren't burning then I could've heard the clapping from those in the restaraunt and it wasn't until the waiter tapped me on the shoulder were we aware that we had infact been sharing a rather heated kiss in the presence of others. Reluctantly pulling away from John, we returned to our seats where John was served his cake and the champagne was opened. That is when it dawned on me...

John was no longer my boyfriend, but my fiancée.