A/N I know I uploaded this a few days late, but this is in honor of our boys 7 year anniversary!!!! How many of you follow the twitter accounts? No matter how rough the fourth season was for Johnlock shippers, at least the twitter accounts feel our pain and have mercy on our poor souls. Anyways, Enjoy <3
"John," I looked up at the man sitting across from me, my heart swelling as I watched him playing with his child. He looked at me; his eyes filled with joy and love as he hummed his acknowledgement. "Seven years." I managed around the lump that had formed in my throat. He looked confused for a moment before he realized what I was saying. He grinned and blushed slightly, turning his attention back to the squirming child in his arms. I watched the man before me with complete adoration. I had met him seven years ago, neither of us sure if we were going to make it through the week. It had been a long road, and definitely not an easy one, here we sat, the closest thing either of us had to family. I couldn't be happier to have John back in my life.
I love you John Watson.
That thought had been rolling through my mind for years, but I never dared say it out loud. John isn't gay and he had just lost Mary less than a month ago. I couldn't do that to him. He would never want to see me again. He would leave and take Rosie with him.
It took me entirely too long to register the fact that I had said those words out loud. John's head sprung up and his eyes filled with shock and confusion. I couldn't move. I could barely breathe. The air seemed to fill with cotton as we sat, staring uncomfortably at each other for what felt like hours before our attention was drawn to the child in John's arms. Rosie had started throwing her toy bumble bee around and letting out a screeching giggle. The tension between us dissipated as we both found ourselves giggling along with the babe.
"I think someone needs a change." John stood and started carrying the child into the bathroom. As soon as he left, I let my forehead smack against the table in front of me. God I was so stupid. I really needed to work on my filter.
"Hello Sherlock, is everything alright?" I looked up to see Mrs. Hudson standing across from me. I grunted in response and stood, walking around the table to give her a hug. Once again my mind seemed to process things slower than normal.
"Wait, why are you up here?" I asked, trying to remember if I had made plans that somehow involved her. I couldn't remember anything.
"I asked her to take Rosie for a few hours." John's voice was suddenly very close to me and I felt my body jump in surprise.
"Why?" I had a feeling I knew the answer, but I was hoping he had other plans.
"I am taking you out to dinner." I spun to face him, shock undoubtedly tainting my features. He laughed and handed his child to our landlady, kissing her tiny cheek and thanking Mrs. Hudson. I shook myself out of my thoughts and also pressed a kiss to Rosie's face. Mrs. Hudson winked at us and made her way down to her flat, leaving me alone with John. I felt the nerves and panic returning as the silence between us stretched.
"John-"
"Go get yourself ready. Angelo has a table reserved for us for six o'clock." I felt his hand on the small of my back as he guided me to my room, seeming to sense my inability to move. Fire spread along my spine at his touch. He never touched me like that. I turned to ask for an explanation and was met with the adoring face of my flatmate. He flushed as our eyes met, clearing his throat and shuffling his feet. His hand didn't leave my back. He finally muttered something about getting ready and walked away, leaving me alone in the doorway of my room. I pulled on my best dress shirt, the deep purple one I knew used to drive John crazy. Those days were long past, I knew that much, but it seemed only fitting to wear the shirt on the anniversary of the day we met. I heard him calling me and I walked out to meet him. He was wearing one of his better shirts, a deep blue one that brought out the steel blue of his eyes. It's a good colour on him.
"Ready?" He was smiling, a bright happy smile that made his eyes crinkle at the corners. I couldn't help but return the smile. I nodded and we left the flat, chatting aimlessly about Rosie and the latest case. We walked to Angelo's and took our usual table, the same one we had our first dinner together at. So much sentiment filled this dinner. John sat closer than he normally would have and he made no objections to Anglo's comments about our relationship. If I didn't know any better I could have sworn this was a date.
Far too soon, we finished our meal and started walking home. We had drunk a few too many glasses of wine and we were both verging on tipsy. John kept asking me to deduce the people we passed, but I was too intoxicated to do anything real, so I mostly spouted nonsense, just trying to make him giggle. I loved making him laugh. He has one specific laugh, one that he seems to only save for me. We arrived at the flat and I struggled with the keys, finding my fingers to be heavier than normal. I dropped the keys and John and I were soon reduced to fits of giggles on the sidewalk. We gave up trying to open the door for a while and just sat on the sidewalk, our backs pressed against the familiar door.
"Sherlock," I hummed in acknowledgement, turning my face to look at him. He was smiling softly at me. He shifted to his knees and moved in front of me. He looked down at my knees and scrunched his face, looking confused. He placed his hands on my knees and drove them apart, shuffling forward so that he was kneeling between my legs. I felt a blush burn along my neck and cheeks. His face also seemed to be burning in the pale light of the street.
"John-" he cut me off with a finger pressed softly against my lips. His eyes darkened with determination and he furrowed his brow.
"I heard what you said this afternoon." He whispered, his words just slightly slurred. He blinked his eyes and shook his head. He was adorable when he was intoxicated. I felt a pang in my gut as I realized where this conversation was heading. I cleared my throat and opened my mouth to defend myself. He cut me off again, his finger silencing me once more. My foggy mind couldn't help but wonder what else he could do with that finger. "D-don't interrupt me Sherlock. This is hard enough as it is." He hiccupped, sending us both into another giggling fit. He sobered up rather fast and quickly shushed me with that damned finger once more. I fought against every instinct to not take that finger in my mouth and taste his skin. He stumbled over his words for a few minutes before huffing in irritation.
"Sod this," he grumbled, placing his hands on my shoulders and leaning in. I froze as I felt his lips touch mine, sending sparks along my spine. It was tense and awkward, uncertainty tainting the air between us. He pulled away and bit his bottom lip, looking terrified and flushed. Silence hung in the air for far too long.
"Sherlock," he shifted uncomfortably before catching my eyes. I could feel every move he made as though sparks were dancing over my skin at his touch. "I'm not good at words, hell, I'm not that good at the actions either, but your words this morning made me think. I-I-I just-" I smiled and used my finger to shush him this time.
"Happy anniversary John," I whispered, running my finger along his cheekbone. His eyes lit up with another perfect smile that warmed my heart.
"Happy anniversary love," he leaned in again and pressed another soft kiss to my lips. This one was still awkward, but so filled with promise my heart skipped a few beats. We kissed softly for a few minutes, slowly adjusting to each other's touch. We froze when we heard the lock on the door disengaging. I felt myself falling backwards before my head connected with the floor. John landed on top of me, his face buried in my neck. The hall was silent for a few moments before it was filled with laughter. I wrapped my arms around the shorter man that was lying on my chest and shook him playfully. Mrs. Hudson giggled above us, scolding us for being indecent fools. John protested my grip, laughing and trying to escape my grip. I finally let him go and we stumbled to our feet.
Mrs. Hudson informed us that Mycroft had called her to tell her that we couldn't get in and that she should open the door for us before we started undressing each other there on the street. John blushed furiously at that. Mrs. Hudson insisted on keeping Rosie for the night so John and I could be alone. We wound up curling up together on the sofa, watching Doctor Who until we fell asleep in each other's arms. This was the anniversary I had always dreamed of.
"Happy anniversary Doctor Watson,"
"Happy anniversary Mr. Holmes,"
