Hello, I've spent all day on zoom and now I'm tired. This took ages to write cos I kept getting distracted, I started this at half 5 and it's now quarter to 11, oops🤣 anyway, I hope you enjoy this cotton wool ball of a story. Love yous:)
Warnings: my writing is usually just fluff so again, there are no triggers I'm pretty sure. If you spot any, let me know and I'll add them.

Word count: 1650

Narrative voice

The room was silent as Sherlock lay upside down on the sofa with his eyes closed. His feet were against the wall and his curls were brushing against the floor. When John had asked why he sat like that before, Sherlock had responded that it is 'conducive to brain stimulation and activity.' John thought this was probably bs and that the actual reason was that Sherlock was hella gay and queer people apparently have an issue with sitting on chairs normally. When he said this, Sherlock had smiled at him and asked how he sat normally on a chair then as he was a raging bisexual. John had just stood up from his "normal" sitting position and sauntered over to sit on the floor in front of Sherlock so he could kiss him. Needless to say, Sherlock did not do much more thinking as John's lips were really rather distracting.

Anyway, I seem to have gotten terribly off track, I apologise. Back to the story. There was Sherlock, sitting like the massive gay that he was and thinking. He was not thinking about a case as you might assume he was, instead he was thinking about a certain someone. A certain someone who had left him alone in the boring little flat because apparently eating food was 'important' and the cupboards were currently bare apart from the odd body part. He hadn't even asked Sherlock to come with him which he considered most impolite, even though, when he used to ask, Sherlock had always said no.

This meant that Sherlock was very, very, inconceivably bored. He had thought about shooting the walls but John had asked him not to and he was trying to be on his best behaviour at the minute as was eager to do an experiment that he knew John would be unlikely to agree to unless he was in a good mood with Sherlock. Besides, he wasn't even sure where the gun was as it had been confiscated by Watson after Sherlock had 'accidentally' shot the light fixture and caused a power cut in the whole street.

He had considered doing an experiment but had been unable to think of anything interesting to experiment on. This was unusual but so was Sherlock so he was allowed to have his off days. All of this meant that he was just sitting upside down, with his fingers steepled under his chin, thinking about John.

He was thinking about all the things he loved about him. His strong loyalty, his intense compassion, his stubborn refusal to give up on those he loved, no matter how much of a dick they were to him. The last one specifically related to Sherlock and he smiled as he remembered all the shit he'd put John through. Thank God he was so forgiving and didn't seem to have too much regard for his own safety as he was willing to live with and date a dangerously clever sociopath with emotional issues and several "arch nemesis' "(what the heck is the plural for nemesis by the way, nemesises, nemesi? No clue).

Just then, the door opened and the man Sherlock was thinking about, walked in. He was holding several bags of shopping and placed them all down in the kitchen and came to sit in front of Sherlock to kiss him like he now always did when he was in this position.
"Hello Locket."
"Hello my dear." Sherlock had opened his eyes and was looking directly into John's. Then, in one fluid motion, he flipped over so that he sat in John's lap. John was very surprised at this display of acrobatic skill and raised his eyebrows.

"Since when have you been good at gymnastics?" He was expecting Sherlock to say that he learnt it while undercover at a Chinese circus that was secretly an international gang which was a very real possibility as they did have a past with one. This was not the response he got and the one he did get surprised him.
"Mother made me and Mycroft do it from when I  was 3 to when I was 12. I was actually very good at it." John's look of incredulous shock made him smile.
"Really? I would not have put you down as a gymnast."
"Yes really, I actually competed in several international competitions. I was hoping to compete in the Olympics one day but then I twisted ankle and I had to give it up so I went I to detection instead." John's look of surprise intensified.
"How come I haven't heard about this before?"
"Because it's completely untrue, I'm messing with you John." The afore mentioned man laughed and poked him in the ribs.
"I don't know whether I should be impressed at your lying skills or disappointed at how gullible I am!"
"A little bit of both I would say my dear." He kissed the tip of John's nose softly and laughed.

"Anyway, we have stalled for too long. You have a present for me and I am eager to see what it is."
"How? Oh nevermind. Yes I do as a matter of fact but you'll have to get off me so I can get it."
"Do i have to? It's so comfortable here." Sherlock pouted and twisted round slightly to wrap his arms around the doctor.
"Well you don't have to but you can't have your present if you stay there."

"Ugh, fine." Sherlock sighed dramatically and rolled of John's lap so that he was lying on the floor by the sofa. John laughed and stood up, brushing the dust of the back of his trousers as he did so. He then walked to where he had hung his coat on the back of the door and pulled out a slender white box with a red ribbon around it from the left pocket. Sherlock grinned happily and bounced up to stand expectantly.

"Here you are Locket." John handed the box to his boyfriend who eagerly took it and began to examine it carefully. 
"Thank you doctor." He gave him a quick kiss before returning to his examinations. He shook it gingerly and a very gentle shuffle came from inside. John smiled at his boyfriends peculiar insistence to work out what every present was before removing the packaging instead of just opening it like a normal person.

"Hmm." He gave it another look before looking at John.
"Go on then, what are your deductions Mr Holmes?" Smiled his partner.
"Well, it's a difficult one doctor Watson. It is definitely expensive judging by the neat packaging and gold stamp in the corner with the name of a brand I happen to know is a high end jewelry shop. I confirmed my suspicion when I shook it and it made the sound of a chain moving about on padded velvet. Now, here comes the difficult part. Knowing that I don't have a tendency to wear jewelry and assuming that you know that too considering you are a very attentive boyfriend, I have no idea what it could be. My guess is a necklace of some sort but I'm not entirely certain."

"Excellent work oh great detective." John gave a mock bow and winked.
"All the essentials are there, it's just the fine details that need work."
"I'll get them if you give me a while longer." John rolled his eyes.
"God you are a stubborn arse. Just open the damn thing or I'm going to take it back to the high end jewelry shop and return it."
"Alright, alright, I am." Sherlock smiled and gently pulled at the neat red bow. It undid gracefully and he carefully lifted the lid.

Inside was a small gold locket in the shape of a heart. Engraved on the front were letters that spelt out "I love you". Sherlock's long fingers extracted the locket and gently opened it. Inside was another message, "will you marry me?" Sherlock's eyes instantly pricked with tears. He looked back towards his doctor and gasped as he saw him bent one one knee with another little box, this one housing a beautiful sapphire ring.

John cleared his throat. "Sherlock Holmes, my wonderful sociopath. There have been so may times that I've wanted to punch you, so many times that I've found myself exasperated at your ignorance of emotions and blatant disregard for other peoples safety. Sometimes I can't stand you and think you are an unfeeling bastard but then again, sometimes I just want to kiss you forever and spin you around and dance together because you are amazing. There are so many times that I've found myself overjoyed at your intelligence and secret affection for those you care about. Sometimes I love you so much that my heart feels like it's going to explode and I think you are the most brilliant, most handsome, most perfect person I have ever met. I couldn't imagine my life without you and I don't intend to. Not again. We've both had our falls but falling in love with you is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I love you Locket. I love you so very much. So would you make me the happiest man in the world and agree to marry me?"

There were tears streaming down both men's faces now as Sherlock pulled John into a passionate kiss.
"Yes, of course, yes." He muttered against his fiancee's lips. They pulled apart and John took Sherlock's hand in his own and slipped on the ring. He then fastened the gold chain round his neck.
"A locket for my Locket." Sherlock played with the little heart and laughed through the happy tears.
"Is that why you got me the pendant? Just so you could make that joke?"
"But of course my darling Holmes."
"I love you my dear Watson."
"I love you too."
Sherlock pulled him in for another kiss and they lived happily ever after.

The end

An. Heya my dears. I hope you liked it . I didn't realise this would end in a proposal when I started this, my writing always has a habit of getting away with me. Anyway, I hope you liked it. Be kind to yourself have a wonderful existence:) ❤🧡💛💚💙💜