Unexpected

Perfect

P.O.V John

It had been about four weeks since the whole event with Moriarty had happened, and my leg was almost healed. I still had to take the medication, and use my walking cane, but it was getting better. Sherlock hadn't accepted any cases in the last month. He said he wanted to be with me all the time to make sure nothing happened to me.

We sat in our separate armchairs, I was typing on my blog, Sherlock in his mind palace.

"John?"

"Yes Sherlock?" I looked up from my laptop, and into his mysterious eyes.

"Do you want to go out tonight?"

"Like a date?" I asked, a smile playing on my lips.

"Yes. A date."

"I would love to."

"Great" He said, the corners of his lips pulling up.

~ ~ ~

We left around six. I didn't know what Sherlock had planned, but he had said to dress well. I wore dark jumper with a navy blue shirt underneath with black trousers. Sherlock wore a purple shirt and black slacks.

The night air was cold and crisp. We hailed a cab and Sherlock told the driver an address I didn't recognise. The cab didn't stop until we came across a building with a large window, and a black fence around it. We got out and walked to the door. Sherlock held it open for me.

Inside the building, there was small, round tables spaced around the room; most of which had two chairs either side, and cutlery was laid out neatly on napkins.

"We have a reservation under the name Holmes." Sherlock said to the Maitre-d.

"Okay, right this way."

The young girl showed us to a table in the corner of the room. We sat down and were both given a menu. She then walked away. I opened my menu, and looked at the prices.

"Sherlock, this is so expensive!" I said in a hushed voice.

"Yes, I know. I'm paying so it's fine."

I lifted an eyebrow, but couldn't keep a smile off my face.

"Why?" I asked.

"You're worth it. Plus, I want to make tonight perfect, no matter the price."

"I love you"

"I love you to."

~ ~ ~

I ordered a soup for starter; chicken salad for main.

Sherlock also ordered a soup for starter, and for main he got mushroom ravioli.

~ ~ ~

The food was delicious. While we ate, we talked about ourselves and childhood. (Well, I talked about my childhood.)

We finished mains, and then ordered dessert. We both got eaten mess, which was also extremely delightful.

Sherlock paid the bill, and we left. The stars shone brightly above the lively hustle and bustle of the London streets. We hailed a cab and sat inside, our hands lying intertwined between us.

"221 Baker Street" Sherlock said to the cabbie.

~ ~ ~

When we arrived back at the flat, we walked up the stairs and through the door. I was barley through the doorway when Sherlock spun me round and put his arms around my waist, then leant down and kissed me.

After a few seconds, he pulled back and moved his hands down so he held mine in his.

"John..."

"Yeah?"

"I love you so much, and I don't know what I would do without you. You bring out the best in me, and you love me even though sometimes I can be incredibly unpleasant" He reached one of his hands into his pocket.

I felt my heart beat quicker.

"You mean so much to me and without you I would be lost. Therefore..." He slid down on one knee and held a small box in his hands. "John Hamish Watson, will you do the great honour of marrying me?" He flicked the box open.

"Yes-Yes of course!"

He took the silver band out of the box, and slid it on my finger. Then pulled a similar one out of his pocket and put it on his own. He leant down and connected our lips again. I ran my hands through his curls and he snaked his arms around my waist.