Marry Me?

John, I miss you. Why did you have to go to Harriet's? -SH
Because she asked me to, Sherlock. It's only for a couple days. -JW
I want a kiss. -SH
Now. -SH
I'm not used to being away from you. -SH
I can hardly kiss you via text, now can I? -JW
You weren't this bad when I went to Dublin for that conference. -JW
Because we had been in a relationship for two weeks. But now, we've been inseparable for nearly two years. -SH
I know. She did say you could come. -JW
Harry does want to meet you. -JW
She won't like me. -SH
Of course she will! -JW
I'll end up annoying her. -SH
Well...if you refrained from doing your deducing, you'd be fine. -JW
But it comes naturally. I've been deducing since I was a child. -SH
I understand that, Sherlock, but to others, sometimes you come off...a bit rude. -JW
Don't sugar coat things, John. People think I am a bastard. -SH
Well, if you held off on the deducing for a bit and let her get to know you, I'm sure she'd see all the wonderful things I see. -JW
I'll try. May I ask, why on earth did you like me in the first place? -SH
You...fascinated me. -JW
Oh. Most people thought I was a bastard. -SH
Well, I'd never met someone who could tell me my entire life story based on my posture and my mobile phone. -JW
Well, I'm glad you're mine. -SH
Same here, Sherlock. -JW
It is lonely here without you. -JW
How long does it take to get there? -SH
Only a couple hours by train. Why? -JW
I'll be there as soon as I can. I'll get Mycroft to get someone to drive me. -SH
You don't have to...-JW
Do you want me to? -SH
I...Yes...it's lonely in this bed by myself. -JW
Then I will be there straight away. -SH
I'll have to explain to Harry...-JW
Unless you plan on Spidermanning into my room. -JW
I don't think sneaking in is a good idea. If she doesn't want me there, I will stay at home. -SH
She wanted you to come with me to begin with. -JW
I had a case at the time. -SH
I know that, but now you don't. -JW
So.. Should I come then? -SH
Yes. -JW
Don't tease me, Sherlock. -JW
Whatever do you mean? I'm not teasing you. -SH
You say you're coming, then you're not. -JW
I am coming. I just wanted to know if you wanted me there. -SH
Of course I want you here! -JW
I'm glad you do, because I want to be there. -SH
Then get your arse here. -JW
Very impatient, aren't you, Johnny? -SH
Don't call me Johnny and yes. -JW
Why? -SH
It's...still a sore spot. -JW
Oh.. I apologize. -SH
I won't call you it again. -SH
It's all right...you didn't know. -JW
I'm being driven there now. See you soon. -SH
Not soon enough. -JW
Sherlock looked at the message and shook his head with a laugh, John always insisted on using smiley faces. A few hours later he arrived at Harriet's house and knocked on the door, waiting for someone to answer.
John heard the knock and bounded down the stairs, beating Harry to the door. "Sherlock!" He threw his arms around the taller man.
Sherlock laughed at John and hugged him close. ''I've missed you, John.'' He murmured and kissed the top of his head.
"It's only been a day and a half, but all right." He leaned up on his toes for a proper kiss.
Sherlock smiled against John's lips, he came out of the kiss and furrowed his eyebrows. ''I'm not used to being away from you..''
"Like you said, inseparable for two years. God forbid you can't be without me for a week." John took his hand and led him into the house.
Sherlock let John lead him away. ''I've become very attached to you. And I have found, that without you, I feel very lonely.''
John smiled at this. "It goes both ways, Sherlock. Anyway, Harry's asleep, so introductions will have to wait until morning...did you eat anything while I was gone?" Sherlock shook his head. ''I'm not hungry. I can last a few more days.'' He said with a shrug. He looked at him, eyebrow raised. Sherlock cocked his head to the side. ''What?''
"We've discussed this, Sherlock..."
''But I don't need to eat right now.'' Sherlock whined, and ironically, at that moment his stomach chose to rumble.
"Liar...come on...let me at least get a sandwich in you..." He tugged him into the little kitchen. Sherlock sighed huffily and sat at the kitchen table. ''You're sister has a lovely house.''
"I know. She's really cleaned up her act over the last year."
"That's good. You must be proud of her. Is she back with Clara?''
"They're...speaking again."
''Oh, so they're just friends?'' Sherlock asked and looked at John expectantly and then said; ''Are you going to make me a sandwich?''
John arched an eyebrow. "I'm not your wife...but yes...." He smiled lightly, going to the fridge.
''Then what about if you were my husband?'' Sherlock asked calmly. John paused in the fridge, then pulled back to look at him.
''You could be, John Watson-Holmes. And I could be, Sherlock Watson-Holmes.''
"How come your last name goes last?" he said jokingly, still not sure if he's just messing with him.
"If you would prefer that.'' Sherlock said seriously. ''John. I am being serious.''
"You....want to marry...me?" John's hands shook, threatening to drop the package in his hand.
''Yes.'' Sherlock replied, feeling suddenly nervous, John didn't look very enthusiastic. ''It's alright if you don't want to..''
"No...I..." ''You what?''
"I don't know what to say."
''I was hoping you would say yes...'' Sherlock said quietly. ''Please, just tell me what you want. I don't mind if you say no.''
John moved, leaning over the counter to kiss him. Sherlock kissed John back and then pulled out to give him a questionable look. ''Is that a yes or a no?''
"That is a bloody hell yes." Sherlock let out a sigh of relief. ''Thank you, John.''
"Why would you think I'd say no?" Sherlock shrugged. ''Nobody else would have ever said yes.''
"Well...I'm not nobody else."
''You're right, you're not. But seriously, what would you prefer, Watson-Holmes or Holmes-Watson?''
"I was only joking, Sherlock. Either is fine with me."