Sherl Shots

Proposing in John's Life

John POV;

I want to propose to Sherlock, but sadly (as with everything) I don't know how.

Sherlock and I realized our feelings for one another one drunken Christmas. It was the Christmas after the incident with Eurus. Sherlock finally showed interest in the festive time of year and to my astonishment; drank a glass of wine with me when I asked. The night progressed and Sherlock was beginning to get funny. He was mumbling and swaying, I didn't know what I felt. I knew he didn't feel the same, nor feel anything really. But I was wrong. Sherlock then stood in front of me, the smell of wine tainting his breath and his pupils blown awide. He told me he loved me and that he didn't have any right to do so. That if I'd have him, he'd live a life worth living. He said "John, if you'll have me. Everything I've ever done, every breath I've ever drawn, will not have been a waste. If you'll have me, my life will not have been a mistake."

And then there was no turning back. No escaping his gaze or his pink cheeks. I loved and still love Sherlock Holmes.

Now I sit in my chair, as I usually do, and stare at Sherlock who's lying oddly draped over his chair.

"Bored!" he exclaims. I chuckle, I'll never tire of hearing him complain about being bored.

"Well," I say standing up "If you're so bored, maybe you should clean the kitchen."

Sherlock groans loudly, sitting down properly in his chair and sending me a look of pure frustration but it's lined with adoration.

I walk into the kitchen to get us tea. The kitchen table looks like a crime scene. Thumbs, whole hands, eyeballs, pieces of scalp with hair attached. It would make any sane person vomit wildly, but I guess I'm not sane.

"Come clean the kitchen, Sherlock!" I order.

Sherlock sighs in exasperation "No!" he protests.

I chuckle "You will do as I say William!"

"SHERLOCK!" Sherlock yells angrily.

I laugh-- wait. I can do it now.

"Scott." I say.

"Holmes." Sherlock grumbles.

I walk into the living room, the ring tucked inside my closed hand. I stand on my knees in front of Sherlock earning a look of confusion from him.

"Watson?" I ask and place the ring in Sherlock's hand. He stares down at the ring, the gold glinting in the sunlight. He blinks furiously like he did when I told him he was my best friend. It's funny now, thinking back on those days.

"Sherlock?" I ask looking into his tear lined eyes.

"I-I..." Sherlock trails, his eyes darting over my face. He lunges forward, nearly knocking me over. He places a soft, sloppy kiss against my lips, transferring tears onto my cheeks. He pulls away and smiles the smallest most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"Yes, John." He whispers softly. "I'll like that very much."

I wrap him in my arms and breathe in his scent. My Sherlock, forever.

unedited.

A/N; *hides in oversized jumper, trying to conceal blushing* I actually did this XD I published a Johnlock one shot. Sorry if it's crap, haven't done this in some time.