D'aw! You make me squee a little inside.mightbebloggingOctober 10 2011, 15:40:45 UTC
[ Had it really been almost a year? A year of chasing after that man, often blindly, down the streets of London, after ridiculous cases, marveling in his brilliance, and trusting him with his life. Then, perhaps not as exciting but just as meaningful, but in a different way, all those nights spent tangled up in each other's arms and bedsheets, or simply being the domestic "old married couple," no matter how much Sherlock might have protested they were as such. John had been pleasantly surprised by the reservation, of course, but he really didn't think his partner was the type to honor anniversaries. And anyway, if he was, they hadn't exactly decided on when that anniversary would be. John had always been the more romantic one of the couple. So when the detective surprises him even further with that green gift box, he is caught very much off guard. ]
Sherlock, what's this for? You didn't have to do this. [ The gentle little smile playing about his lips froze, however, when he opened it up. He instantly knew the Rolex could not have been cheap. Mouth slightly open, brow furrowed, he glanced back up at the other... then shook his head slowly, a little half-laugh escaping his lips. ] Blimey, Sherlock, its... its beautiful. [ He took it out, admiring it in disbelief. Then again, he knew better never to underestimate that man. ] You really didn't have to do this...
[Sherlock hadn't ever really doted upon anyone before, at least not for a good long while anyway, so there was no issue when it came down to the expenses. Frankly, the detective was concerned if his doctor would even like the present in the first place. Of course, John would probably have liked anything he got for him but he doubted anything else would have induced that time of reaction.]
Well, no... I suppose I didn't have to but... I wanted to. [This would also work a good coverup for the fact that he had gotten bored one day and decided to take apart John's other watch and sort of forgot how to put all those tiny little pieces back together. Sherlock simply insisted that the doctor must have misplaced it somewhere and it might turn up eventually.]
Guess who got more icons...mightbebloggingOctober 10 2011, 23:20:30 UTC
[ Alright, so John had been wondering what had happened to that watch but... honestly, he's not worried about that right now. Because his watch? Absolute rubbish compared to this new thing of beauty. So if he had found out you had dissected his last watch, you are definitely off the hook now, Sherlock. Looking up at him from across the table, his smile softened, as he found himself still so amazed and in awe of this fantastic man. Oh, they had their good rows, and he was still insufferable most of the time, but he never failed to surprise the doctor. It kept everything fresh and exciting. ]
Thank you, Sherlock. This is really something. I love it. [ He tried the watch on, pleased to see that it fit, and held his chin up a bit higher, proudly. ] Makes me look rather sharp, doesn't it?
I really wish I brought you something, now. [ He bit his lower lip lightly, looking up at the other with something of a sheepish, guilty look. ] You've absolutely spoiled me.
Yay! I was wondering why I had 50something messages in my inbox deducing_freakOctober 11 2011, 00:42:51 UTC
[Oh he knew well enough that he wasn't exactly the easiest man to deal with, or live with for that matter. It was rare that Sherlock would ever actually admit that aloud, and even less common that he admitted to feeling somewhat bad for putting John through all the things he does. So this would have to work as a little award for putting up with the detective all this time. He couldn't help but to smile, knowing that he had done something good and genuinely nice that the doctor appreciated. Sherlock would leans forward, placing his elbows on the table and clasping his hands together as he watched John admire his gift.]
It's perfect... [Little did John know that it took nearly two ours of the Sherlock's indecisiveness in order to pick out the watch that he felt would be just right for his doctor.]
Oh no that's quite alright, I don't mind it really. I'm something of a difficult person to buy for anyway. So I've been told. [It started at Christmas, when he was only five he could guess what was in the boxes.]
Aw, dork! I'm sorry! That's why I unlick that box on the message notif settings.mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 01:17:56 UTC
[ John would have argued that he hardly needed a 'reward' for putting up with Sherlock. Really, all the adventures they went on was reward enough. And he did love the man, after all - and all of the traits and qualities that made him the extraordinary man he really was. The good doctor couldn't help himself, really - he hardly cared what people thought about them anymore. That had stopped quite a long time ago. And really, people had already assumed they were dating before they actually were, anyway. Wanting to show his appreciation and feelings for this man, he leaned over just enough to cup his hand about Sherlock's cheek and give the other a brief, but good and proper, tender kiss. There would always be time later for him to show his appreciation better, in the privacy of their flat. ]
I still wish I gotten you something, but thank you, love. Its the finest watch I've ever owned, no doubt about that. [ He stroked the other's cheek gently once, before settling back. Their drinks had just arrived, after all. The waiter took their orders - John ordered a fairly light meal, as he'd had a large lunch with, yes, his sister, Harry, that day - then the two were alone again. ] So not that I'm complaining, of course, but what's the occasion?
I... I did not even know there was such a box. /is an idiotdeducing_freakOctober 11 2011, 01:42:21 UTC
[He wasn't opposed to these little public displays they shared every so often. Granted, the detective wasn't too keen on it while he was working a case but John understood that Sherlock's mind just wasn't in the right place during times like that. So he'd gladly return the sentiment of thanks just before it was time to make their orders. Of course, he wouldn't be eating much but at least he was eating. Sherlock had slowly gotten into the habit of having at least one real meal a day, doctor's orders of course.]
Oh, well ah... it's nothing special really [At least, that was just how he was playing it off as anyway. Sherlock wasn't the most graceful when it came to these situations so he busied himself with pouring each of them a glass of wine while he explained.] Just that, Lestrade had mentioned you earlier today and I explained that you were actually out with your sister. We got onto the topic of how long me and you had come to know each other... which... inevitably led to the idea of picking up a little something for you... and I know we haven't had the chance to go out, just us, without a criminal involved so I made reservations.
*pets* Its ok! I didn't know about it at first. mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 02:26:19 UTC
[ And John had tried a few times, as well, to show his affection during a case. Briefly, of course, and only when Sherlock deduced something brilliant, and he just couldn't hold back from giving the other a quick kiss - along with the customary 'brilliant!' or 'fantastic!' He'd accidentally done it once when Lestrade was around, and the older man had a bit of fun at their expense, teasing them about it. But usually, yes, they didn't actually snog a lot while on a case, or actually go skipping running down the streets of London, hand in hand.]
Good man, Lestrade. [ John smirked lightly after listening to Sherlock's explanation. He reached over to cover the detective's hand briefly with his own and give it one squeeze. ] Thank you for all of this, Sherlock. Its perfect. Really.
[ Sitting back, he took a sip of his wine, before countering oh-so-thoughtfully: ] Should we make today our official anniversary then?
this is why I need you around xD to tell me about silly little things like thisdeducing_freakOctober 11 2011, 02:54:30 UTC
[One of the reasons they didn't go skipping about on cases would be all due to the fact that Sherlock had no idea how to skip in the first place, not to mention... that would just be silly. The detective would more then likely fall flat on his face in the process.]
I suppose we could consider this our anniversary, though it is still just short of a year... the only reason I hadn't waited longer was because I wanted to give this to you right away. [That and he'd probably end up losing it somewhere for John or even Mrs. Hudson to stumble upon it sometime later which would have completely ruined this perfect moment they were sharing together right now. Sherlock held his wine gracefully, reaching over to gently clink their glasses together with a small smile.] Bon Anniversaire, John.
That's what I'm here for!mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 03:29:03 UTC
[ John wouldn't be surprised if Sherlock was quite talented at skipping, actually. He made everything look so bloody easy with the fluid grace of his tall, lean form. The doctor couldn't help but be jealous sometimes. He wasn't exactly completely clumsy, but he would never share the other's seemingly perfect form. ]
It might as well be our anniversary, right? [ His smile widened as he clinked his glass against the other's. ] Indeed. Cheers. Here's to many more years of solving mysteries and not getting ourselves killed in the process. [ And many other things, of course, but that was what made their lives so interesting. Without it, they really would be just an old married couple! Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, but they had lots of good, exciting years left in them to take ridiculous risks and enjoy being fairly young. ]
Well, since I didn't get you anything, I suppose I'll just have to make it up to you when we get home. [ He shrugged a shoulder casually, something decidedly suggesting glinting in his eyes as he gazed at the other over his wine glass. ]
Might as well. [It wasn't like they were a very traditional couple anyway, so they were free to make up whatever anniversary date they deemed acceptable. Today was just as good a day as any, except.. it was today, and that's what made it so special. No doubt they'll have many days and even years together. That in itself would prove to a different kind of adventure all it's own. John would most likely blog about that too if given the chance, a sort of Taming Of The Shrew type of thing most likely.]
Hnn?!
[Sherlock had to quickly recover from nearly spilling his drink all over himself and thusly ruining yet another shirt with alcohol. John had murmured something so subtle and calmly that it begged the detective's attention. Perhaps he was listening a bit too closely as he had to regain his composure some, now setting his glass down as he straightened his back casually.] Oh, w-well ah... if you so insist, who am I to deny a kind gesture.
:D We're such a team.mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 05:29:55 UTC
[ John likes that he still has this effect on his partner - that saying something like that so casually can catch Sherlock completely off guard. He can't help it, he chuckles quietly in amusement, but he does feel a bit bad about ruining another one of his nice shirts. ]
Thought you would agree. [ He was looking somewhat smug, too, and had to bite his lower lip lightly. ] Don't worry, we'll get you right out of that shirt, too... so the stain won't set in, of course. [ And then, returning to a more domestic side - ] I'll get it washed straight away. Can't believe I didn't bring the tide-to-go pen with me. Sorry.
*holds hands and SKIPS LIKE A BAWSS* >:Ddeducing_freakOctober 11 2011, 05:54:45 UTC
[Okay so he was still somewhat getting used to the fact that he was indeed in a relationship, a functioning one anyway. Well, somewhat functioning. Still, Sherlock will most likely never learn to not underestimate John. Seems the good doctor had picked up on a few of his sly traits. That smug grin on his face was proof of that.] Right. The stain. Of course.
[There's a faint smirk as the detective shakes his head. John would be the type to have a bleach pen on him. But it's only a shirt, so there's no big loss there.]
*YESS I DON'T SKIP ENOUGH*mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 06:37:30 UTC
[ What? Its a good shirt, don't knock it. John is getting tired of having to keep buying him new shirts when he ruins them, and forgets to get them into the wash quick enough. Smirking just a bit, he does lean forward to dab a napkin on Sherlock's shirt some, not caring that they're in public when there's a perfectly good shirt to be saved. And a chest to 'accidentally' touch. Whoops. ]
Well. Suppose it will just have to wait until after our meal, then.
*AND THERE ARE RAINBOWS AND EVERYONE IS HAPPY AND NOTHING EVER HURTS OMFG*deducing_freakOctober 11 2011, 06:56:10 UTC
[By now, Sherlock had gotten used to John's 'mother hen-ing' over him. It wasn't that the detective never took care of his appearance, he was just a little lazy with it that's all. John was always the one to fix his collar, adjust his tie, make sure his shirt was tucked in straight, even pick the little bit of fluff off his coat when he couldn't stand to look at it anymore.]
I'm sure it can wait. [That was when he felt the other's fingers only slightly graze across the small portion of exposed skin and the detective locked their gaze.] The question is, can you..?
Wow. xD Yes. That is our lovely world of crack!mightbebloggingOctober 11 2011, 15:06:02 UTC
[ John swallowed, but didn't break that gaze. Truth be told, yes, this entire evening - the lovely restaurant reservations, the incredibly generous watch he'd been given, and then this new development... it all made the doctor want to show his appreciation to Sherlock that much more. And when that man was looking at him like that, it was usually all over. But two could play at this game. Their food hadn't arrived yet, after all, and he wasn't completely sure he'd rather dine in with take-out again when they never ate out at a place like this. ]
Give me some credit. I have a bit more self-control than that, darling.
[He only replied with a knowing smile, taking John's hand and laying a gentle kiss on top before settling back into his seat again. Because Sherlock knew how to lay the charm on, thick. It was the more traditional way of flirting of course.]
So how's Harry? [Switching over the topic of discussion. John rarely ever talked about his sister so it was an interesting turn of events when the doctor went out for a lunch date with her.] I'm sure she was glad to have heard from you.
Sherlock, what's this for? You didn't have to do this. [ The gentle little smile playing about his lips froze, however, when he opened it up. He instantly knew the Rolex could not have been cheap. Mouth slightly open, brow furrowed, he glanced back up at the other... then shook his head slowly, a little half-laugh escaping his lips. ] Blimey, Sherlock, its... its beautiful. [ He took it out, admiring it in disbelief. Then again, he knew better never to underestimate that man. ] You really didn't have to do this...
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[Sherlock hadn't ever really doted upon anyone before, at least not for a good long while anyway, so there was no issue when it came down to the expenses. Frankly, the detective was concerned if his doctor would even like the present in the first place. Of course, John would probably have liked anything he got for him but he doubted anything else would have induced that time of reaction.]
Well, no... I suppose I didn't have to but... I wanted to. [This would also work a good coverup for the fact that he had gotten bored one day and decided to take apart John's other watch and sort of forgot how to put all those tiny little pieces back together. Sherlock simply insisted that the doctor must have misplaced it somewhere and it might turn up eventually.]
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Thank you, Sherlock. This is really something. I love it. [ He tried the watch on, pleased to see that it fit, and held his chin up a bit higher, proudly. ] Makes me look rather sharp, doesn't it?
I really wish I brought you something, now. [ He bit his lower lip lightly, looking up at the other with something of a sheepish, guilty look. ] You've absolutely spoiled me.
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It's perfect... [Little did John know that it took nearly two ours of the Sherlock's indecisiveness in order to pick out the watch that he felt would be just right for his doctor.]
Oh no that's quite alright, I don't mind it really. I'm something of a difficult person to buy for anyway. So I've been told. [It started at Christmas, when he was only five he could guess what was in the boxes.]
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I still wish I gotten you something, but thank you, love. Its the finest watch I've ever owned, no doubt about that. [ He stroked the other's cheek gently once, before settling back. Their drinks had just arrived, after all. The waiter took their orders - John ordered a fairly light meal, as he'd had a large lunch with, yes, his sister, Harry, that day - then the two were alone again. ] So not that I'm complaining, of course, but what's the occasion?
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Oh, well ah... it's nothing special really [At least, that was just how he was playing it off as anyway. Sherlock wasn't the most graceful when it came to these situations so he busied himself with pouring each of them a glass of wine while he explained.] Just that, Lestrade had mentioned you earlier today and I explained that you were actually out with your sister. We got onto the topic of how long me and you had come to know each other... which... inevitably led to the idea of picking up a little something for you... and I know we haven't had the chance to go out, just us, without a criminal involved so I made reservations.
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Good man, Lestrade. [ John smirked lightly after listening to Sherlock's explanation. He reached over to cover the detective's hand briefly with his own and give it one squeeze. ] Thank you for all of this, Sherlock. Its perfect. Really.
[ Sitting back, he took a sip of his wine, before countering oh-so-thoughtfully: ] Should we make today our official anniversary then?
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I suppose we could consider this our anniversary, though it is still just short of a year... the only reason I hadn't waited longer was because I wanted to give this to you right away. [That and he'd probably end up losing it somewhere for John or even Mrs. Hudson to stumble upon it sometime later which would have completely ruined this perfect moment they were sharing together right now. Sherlock held his wine gracefully, reaching over to gently clink their glasses together with a small smile.] Bon Anniversaire, John.
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It might as well be our anniversary, right? [ His smile widened as he clinked his glass against the other's. ] Indeed. Cheers. Here's to many more years of solving mysteries and not getting ourselves killed in the process. [ And many other things, of course, but that was what made their lives so interesting. Without it, they really would be just an old married couple! Not that there was anything wrong with that, of course, but they had lots of good, exciting years left in them to take ridiculous risks and enjoy being fairly young. ]
Well, since I didn't get you anything, I suppose I'll just have to make it up to you when we get home. [ He shrugged a shoulder casually, something decidedly suggesting glinting in his eyes as he gazed at the other over his wine glass. ]
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Hnn?!
[Sherlock had to quickly recover from nearly spilling his drink all over himself and thusly ruining yet another shirt with alcohol. John had murmured something so subtle and calmly that it begged the detective's attention. Perhaps he was listening a bit too closely as he had to regain his composure some, now setting his glass down as he straightened his back casually.] Oh, w-well ah... if you so insist, who am I to deny a kind gesture.
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Thought you would agree. [ He was looking somewhat smug, too, and had to bite his lower lip lightly. ] Don't worry, we'll get you right out of that shirt, too... so the stain won't set in, of course. [ And then, returning to a more domestic side - ] I'll get it washed straight away. Can't believe I didn't bring the tide-to-go pen with me. Sorry.
[ Married couple, what? Never. ]
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[There's a faint smirk as the detective shakes his head. John would be the type to have a bleach pen on him. But it's only a shirt, so there's no big loss there.]
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Well. Suppose it will just have to wait until after our meal, then.
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I'm sure it can wait. [That was when he felt the other's fingers only slightly graze across the small portion of exposed skin and the detective locked their gaze.] The question is, can you..?
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Give me some credit. I have a bit more self-control than that, darling.
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So how's Harry? [Switching over the topic of discussion. John rarely ever talked about his sister so it was an interesting turn of events when the doctor went out for a lunch date with her.] I'm sure she was glad to have heard from you.
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