Distasteful Profession

Lay down with me

The video is the song that I think would play during their dance~! Btw, the end is a bit... Smutty!

Even though there was a lot of tension in the air between them, they. Continued with the ceremony anyway. They figured it would be kind of nice to be married now that Sherlock's not dead. That, and Sherlock felt really bad for making John feel like Sherlock only pretended to kill himself to get out of the marriage a Mary done her child. They did all of the ceremonial works from the beginning.

"Now, this is the time for the couple to say their vows. And, seeing as one of you apparently used to be dead, wing it." The priest said with a chuckle. The crowd laughed, too. The crowd got settled in as Sherlock cleared his throat, declaring indirectly that he would be speaking first. "John, I usually do not believe in such things, but I believe you are the one who saved me from my destructive nature. In every way possible, nobody that I have ever met before would've ever had as big of an impact on my life like you did. You're not like the rest of them. You've grown, intellectually, since we've met backer three years ago. You're the only person I wouldn't mind being wrong around.  I always thought, I would never want to grow old because then it would mean less work for me, but with you by my side every morning and night and with Rosie there, as well. I have something more meaningful to live for. John Hamish Watson, I am in love with you with every fibre of my being and I hope that it can stay the three of us, like this, forever." Sherlock said, his powerful voice growing more passionate and the gatherers are moved to tears as Sherlock's voice breaks and quivers in some sentences. "I don't," Rosie chanted, "I gotta grow up sometime!!" The entire room laughed and smiled softly as the little girl was now embarrassed at her loud comment.

"Bastard, you probably pondered in this speech a whole two years; the only thing I've been pondering is a suicide note," John mumbled sourly with a chuckle. Sherlock leaned back with a smile accompanied by a smaller laugh. "Uh, Yes," John said confidently. He nodded his head then raised his calves only to drop them down in a flop. The spectators had another laugh as John and Sherlock looked down at their feet. John was the first one to talk, even though he hadn't been looking Sherlock in the eyes. "I... I-I was so alone. And, I owe you so much. I hope you can forgive me because I haven't been strong... I-I know I haven't, but... Please, tell me this isn't a dream; tell me I'm not dreaming." John's eyes easily teared up and his throat was closing, refusing to get more than a sentence per ragged breath. John's eyes were desperately searching blankly for Sherlock, hoping that he could tell him everything was okay. Sherlock cupped John's face and held him still. "I'm here, John. I am never going anywhere again; I promise. This isn't a dream. Hey, look at me." Sherlock said, forcing John's eyes to his. Almost immediately, John's body relaxed. "What do you love about me?" Sherlock asked. "You're bloody brilliant. You're a better father to my daughter than I am. Your eyes, they're like the sky. I see the rain when you're upset,  hear the thunder when you're angry, am blinded by the sun when you're happy and excited. In a way, they're like the stars, too. I can just look at them and get lost, but with your eyes, it doesn't matter what time of day it is, I can still admire the light in your eyes when you're on a case. Your hair, it's so soft and so perfect. When I used to wake up with you there, right next to me, and you were still asleep, I would run my fingers through it and savour the peaceful and happy expression on your face as you were clinging onto me for dear life. Your scent makes my knees weak. It's so powerful mixed with a loving vibe and softness when you're around me, it's overwhelming to think that throughout three years, you come back and it's all the same! I missed you. You have no idea how much I missed you. I couldn't sleep, I needed something to do, so I kept up with cases on the side of being a doctor at the clinic. I continued your work. And, now you're not the only Consulting Detective living in Baker Str." John flooded out the details that he took as gospel before Sherlock left. Sherlock's face softened. There were physical tears running down his cheek. "Sherlock, your body's betraying you," John chuckled as he lifted his hands to dry the teardrops from Sherlock's face. He leaned into John's hand, feeling the warmth of John's hand on his cheek made him want more. "No, it's not. It's just right." Sherlock muttered, closing his eyes and enjoying John's hand.