A/N Hey My Lovelies!!! So Kristin5687 requested this one...it was inspired by a pic that is online...I will include it above...its super fluffy and cute so I hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

Sherlock fidgeted nervously with his suit jacket. He was taking John to Angelo's to celebrate their third anniversary as a couple. He hated the practice of celebrating anniversaries, its boring and serves only to reaffirm love between couples whose sex lives were failing. His and John's sex life was as fulfilling as it had been when they first started dating.

"Sherlock? You ready Love?" John's voice came from the doorway of their bedroom, shocking Sherlock from his thoughts. He turned and felt his chest tighten when he laid his eyes on his boyfriend.

John was dressed in his best blue shirt, the one that made his eyes look brighter. He had a pleased smirk on his face and he licked his lips, scanning his eyes over Sherlock's form, his eyes almost hungry. It made Sherlock blush, as it always did, and he fought with the collar of his suit again.

"You look gorgeous Love." John whispered as he stepped closer to Sherlock, winding his arms around the detective's waist and pressing a kiss to his shoulder. Sherlock sighed and leaned back against his lover's steady form, breathing in his rich cologne. He loved the way John smelled, rich but not overwhelming, masculine but not in a, aggressive way.

He smelled like love and home and John.

"I could say the same about you." John laughed and turned Sherlock in his arms, gripping his waist and leaning up to kiss him. It was soft and sweet, exactly the kind of kiss that left Sherlock weak and needy. He could see what the doctor was trying to do, and he pulled away before John could manipulate him out of his clothes. "John, we have a reservation." John groaned and reached around Sherlock's waist, pinching his arse and pulling a sharp yelp from the detective. John giggled and kissed Sherlock again, ignoring the displeased scowl.

"Angelo's doesn't require a reservation Love, we can go anytime."

"I promised-"

"Even Angelo knows to not hold you to your word."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"You're always late!"

"I am not!"

"Yes, you are! Now, stop arguing with me and let me suck you off before we go." Sherlock whimpered when John's hands started fighting with his belt.

"John, I just finished getting ready-"

"Oh please, like anyone will be able to tell." Sherlock gripped John's shoulders just before the shorter man could drop to his knees.

"John-"

"Come on! I can't help it. You just look so delicious right now, in that bloody purple shirt-"

"Why do you like this shirt so much? Every time I put it on I have to fight to keep it on."

"I like the way it makes your neck look."

"My neck?"

"Yes, your neck. Can I please suck you off now?"

"No."

"I promise I'll make it quick. You know I can-"

"John-"

"You know the more you protest, the more I want to do to you."

"John, we are going to be late." John's eyes suddenly took on a mischievous gleam and he gripped Sherlock's hips tightly.

"What time is our 'reservation?'"

"Seven thirty." John glanced back at the clock, which read seven o'clock, before grinning dangerously and spinning Sherlock around, tossing him back onto the bed before the detective had the chance to react. "John!"

"Bet I can make you come in less than two minutes." Sherlock whimpered as John climbed over him, instantly ducking his head down to suck on the exposed skin of Sherlock's neck.

"Fine, but I'm stopping you at the two-minute mark." Sherlock's voice was shaky and weak, and John smirked up at him, winking as he slithered down Sherlock's body.

"No, you won't."

He was right. It took him five minutes, only because he decided to play a little, and they wound up stumbling through the doors of Angelo's three minutes late.

"Sherlock! You're earlier than I expected!" Angelo greeted them, making Sherlock blush and John giggle.

"Told you."

"Shut up." They were led to their table, the same one they sat at that first night, and Angelo lit a couple of candles. Sherlock had called ahead and told Angelo that it was a special occasion, so the man insisted on making something special for the pair.

Sherlock shifted nervously, constantly adjusting his suit jacket and watching John enjoy his food.

The dinner was amazing, Sherlock even tried to eat most of what was on his plate. John liked seeing Sherlock eat, so he did.

After dinner, they were sitting and chatting, enjoying their wine and the company of each other, when Sherlock felt his stomach start to knot. He caught Angelo's eye's over the bar and the older man offered him an encouraging smile and a wink. He glanced at the spot where John's hand was resting on his thigh and smiled.

He missed the smile and wink Angelo also sent John.

"John?"

"Yes Love?" He looked up, holding John's eyes as he reached into the breast pocket of his jacket.

He pulled out a small black box and felt John tense beside him.

"John, I have loved you since the day we met. I know I fucked up a few times, but I have enjoyed every single adventure we have been on and I can only hope you will join me on this new adventure. John Watson, will you marry me?" John was staring at him in shock, completely frozen.

Then John started to laugh.

Sherlock blinked in confusion, glancing down at the ring that rested in the box and back at John. Had he misread everything? Did John not feel the same?

"J-John I don't-" John reached into his own jacket and set an identical ring box on the table beside Sherlock. The detective felt his mind go blank at the sight, and checked to ensure he was still holding his ring box, before looking back to John, whose laughter had slowed to a fond chuckle. "J-John-"

"I was going to ask you the same thing, though I guess I know your answer now." John leaned forward, pushing Sherlock's hand out of the way and kissing him. It took entirely too long for the detective to respond to the kisses, his brain still struggling to comprehend what was happening.

Finally, he managed to restart his mind and grabbed John's face, deepening the kiss and making the doctor chuckle again.

"There he is." John whispered fondly, smiling against Sherlock's neck as the taller man pulled him in for a hug. "Figured it out yet?"

"How did I not see this coming?"

"Because you're an idiot." Sherlock laughed at that, pulling back and peppering John's face with chaste kisses. "Mycroft helped. He told me what your ring size what and had Anthea pick it up once I chose the one I wanted. Then I had Greg keep it at his place until tonight."

"You're a genius."

"I know." John winked, giggling as Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Let me see mine and you can look at yours." Sherlock handed John his ring and picked up the box that held the ring bought for John.

John's ring was a plain sterling silver band, but the inside had been inlayed with black titanium.

"Sherlock, this is gorgeous!"

"It reminds me of you. People look at you and don't see much at first, but when they get to know you, they see that you have another side." John was glowing, the grin on his face showing how much he loved the detective.

"I love it! Now, look at yours." Sherlock laughed and pried open the small box, his breath catching in his throat.

It was solid black, aside from the thin band of purple that wrapped around the center of the ring.

"Black steel, with a Mother of Pearl inlay, dyed purple to match that shirt of yours." Sherlock felt tears fill his eyes as he looked at the man he loved. "Check the inside. I had it engraved." It was Sherlock's turn to laugh. "What? Too cheesy?"

"No. I had yours engraved as well." John laughed and flipped the ring around to read it.

My Conductor Of Light. Is what Sherlock had engraved in John's

My Light. Is what John had engraved in Sherlock's.

"Jesus, what are the odds?" John laughed, sliding the ring onto his finger and helping Sherlock with his.

"Great minds think alike." Sherlock whispered fondly, eliciting a blush and a giggle from his fiancé.

"My, you are full of compliments this evening."

"Yes, I suppose you should suck me off before we go out more often. It seems to bring out a good side of me." John laughed and kissed him, teasing the roof of his mouth with his tongue.

"No objections here."

They enjoyed dessert, after Angelo insisted, before making their way back to Baker Street. Mrs. Hudson was waiting for them, she had known that both men were planning to propose and had made them a special treat that was waiting up in their flat.

It turned out, the treat consisted of strawberries, fresh cookies, melted chocolate to dip the treats in, and champagne. At Sherlock's insistence, most of the chocolate wound up in the bedroom later that night, but John managed to convince the detective to sit and enjoy some of the fruit and champagne like a proper adult before the man hauled him off to the bedroom.

Later that night, as they lay wrapped in each other's arms, Sherlock was filled with a sense of bliss and he snuggled closer to his fiancé, ignoring the stickiness of his skin.

"I need to shower, or I'll stick to the sheets." John mumbled into his hair. Sherlock grumbled in response, not ready to let the other man go. "Sherlock, I'm serious. You're going to stick to me."

"I'm fine with that."

"Sherlock."

"I don't want to let you go yet."

"Then you shouldn't have insisted on playing with the chocolate."

"It tasted good, and you loved it."

"I'm not denying that, but now I'm sticky-"

"Nothing new, you're always sticky after you fuck me."

"Not this kind of sticky. Let me up, and I'll let you join me." Sherlock popped up at that, wincing as he hair tugged where it stuck to John's skin. "There it is."

"Will you wash my hair?" Sherlock loved it when John washed his hair for him, his scalp was sensitive and John's fingers were always gentle, unless he didn't want them to be of course.

"When have I ever said no to that?" Sherlock grinned down at his fiancé, noticing a spot of chocolate still on his collar bone. He rolled so he was on top of the other man, leaning down and sucking the chocolate from his skin, making sure to leave a bruise in it's place. "Jesus Sherlock, you're insatiable."

"You knew that when you started dating me." John laughed and sat up, kissing the detective tenderly.

"I did, and I love every second of it."

"I love you John Hamish Watson."

"I love you too, William Sherlock Scott Holmes."