Weddings (Sherlock)

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Today is John and Mary's wedding. Being Sherlock's girlfriend, he took me with him, which made me feel happy and loved. I even gave Sherlock a small talk before the wedding that consisted of me telling to turn his detective and, in other's words, sadistic meter all the way down to zero. Like a sassy teenager, he rolled his eyes before grunting a response. "You know that's like an insult to me." I could practically read his mind.

"What is he doing?" John asks, leaning over so he can speak quietly to me as Sherlock stands from his chair. "I have no fricking idea," I tell him, slightly fearing what's coming next. "I apologize in advance."

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Sherlock begins, making me face palm as I begin to block out what he says. This lasts until he says the words I was expecting him to say. "Let's play murd- ow." I quickly cut him off by throwing an olive at him, the green and red pebble like object hitting him on the forehead. "Darling, why did you just throw an olive at me?" He questions, turning back to look at me. I smirk at him in return. "I throw whatever is near me to cut you off," I inform him. "Also, no murder."

Sherlock then fully turns toward me, a smile on his lips. "Yes murder." He rebels, making me smile more. "No murder." I tell him.

"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"No!"

"Yes!" I exclaim, before realising something went wrong. "Wait." I say, pausing for a moment. "...Dammit." I mutter, face palming once more with a grin on my face. Sherlock then laughs in victory, making me look up toward his eyes and feel happiness. His laugh warms my heart as it is, but for him to play a childish game with me and find it funny... now that is something I love seeing.

"You know, I hope at your wedding, he does something like this." John tells me, loud enough to spark Sherlock's interest. I smile, rolling my eyes. "John, I already know he'll do something like this," I avert my eyes over to Sherlock's beautiful eyes, smirking. "Instead of cutting the cake, we'll perform an autopsy on the murder victim!" Sherlock smirks at this.

"That, I promise, we will do."

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