SMUT WARNING

You taxi arrived back at 221B and you and Sherlock got out of the taxi. You expectantly looked at John, waiting for him to get out, and when he didn't you gave him a questioning look. "Mary and I live in our own flat now," John told you and realization hit you like a train.

"Oh! Right! Of course, have a good night, John. Thank you for coming to get us," you told him, giving him a smile before you and Sherlock entered 221, climbing up the stairs until you reached your own flat. Sherlock opened the door and immediately a smile formed on your face. "I missed it here," you said, walking inside.

Sherlock sat down on the couch and turned on the television. "What are you doing?" you asked him. "Watching tele," he replied with an innocent smile. "You could do that...or," you began, trailing off. "Or?" Sherlock questioned with a mischievous smirk.

Your smirk matched his as you walked closer to him until you were standing right in front of him. "Well, we do have a flat all to ourselves and a lot of making up to do," you replied. Sherlock's smirk grew as he quickly grabbed the back of your thighs, pulling you so you were now straddling him on the couch.

You leaned in, softly placing your lips on his, savoring the taste. Sherlock wrapped his hand in your hair before gently rolling you over so that you were lying down on the couch, underneath him. You moved your hips against his ever so slightly, teasing him.  

Sherlock bit your bottom lip at your motion before mumbling against your lips, "I love you." "I love you too," you replied, smiling as he continued to kiss down your body. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door of 221B. You looked in the direction of the door, but Sherlock didn't stop, moving further down your body. 

"Y/N, dear, I was wondering if you could help me for a moment," she said through the closed door. "Not now, Mrs. Hudson," Sherlock stated, running his hand underneath your shirt. You let out a soft moan as Sherlock squeezed your breast.

"It will only take a moment," Mrs. Hudson said softly, trying to convince you. You let out a sigh, pulling Sherlock up. You cupped his face as you kissed him deeply before moving off the couch. Sherlock let out a small frustrated sigh as you walked towards the door. Sherlock joined you, wrapping an arm around your waist, letting his chin fall on your shoulder as you opened the door.

"Yes?" you asked with a small smile. "Do you think you could help me in my flat? I need to talk to you about some womanly stuff," she told you, glancing over at Sherlock. "Sure," you replied, beginning to move.

Sherlock's grip tightened around your waist, keeping you in place, and you turned to look at him. He placed a firm kiss on your lips before saying, "Alright, now you can go." You smiled before walking down to Mrs. Hudson's flat.

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You had spent about an hour talking to Mrs. Hudson about random things. You were beginning to think that the only reason she asked you to talk to her was that she was lonely. Mrs. Hudson's phone suddenly rang, signifying that she had gotten a message.

"I'm sorry this took longer than expected, dear. But, will you help me with more thing? Then I'll let you get back to Sherlock," she asked with hopeful eyes. "Sure, what is it?" you asked. She stood up and began walking towards the door of her flat. "Follow me," she told you. You followed her instructions, walking with her up the stairs until you reached the door to the roof.

You paused for a moment, thinking about the date you went on with Sherlock and you couldn't help but smile. Mrs. Hudson paused and looked at you. "What?" you asked. "Go on, dear," she said with a small smile.

You furrowed your eyebrows before opening the door to the roof. Your heart immediately began skipping beats as you looked around. The roof was completely lit up with candles, looking exactly like it did when you went on your date with Sherlock. Only instead of blankets in the middle, there was a pile of rose petals and in the middle of those, stood Sherlock Holmes with the cutest smile on his face.

You walked closer to him, unable to contain the smile that formed on your face. "What is all this?" you asked as soon as you were standing in front of him. Sherlock smirked and kneeled down on one knee. "Will you marry me?" 

You heart filled with happiness as you stared at the love of your life for a moment, before saying, "Yes." Sherlock smiled, standing up and kissing you passionately. When he pulled away, he placed the engagement ring on your fingers and hugged you tightly. "Wait, are you sure this is what you want, Sherlock? I mean with everything that happened and with what's going on...," you began but Sherlock cut you off with a kiss. 

"I've been right about almost everything in my life. You are one of them. Leaving you for two years was the worst mistake I've ever made, and I don't want to be apart from you ever again," Sherlock explained you smiled again before looking around you.

"You did all this?" you questioned. "Well...the grand gesture was John's idea," Sherlock admitted, making you laugh. You looked at everything in awe before your eyes landed on Sherlock. "I love you so much," you told him. He smiled and replied, "I love you too." 

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You were celebrating Christmas at Sherlock's parents' house. Mycroft, Mary, and John were there as well. You all had finally taken down Magnussen and you could finally take a break. It had been about an hour since you and Sherlock arrived at the house and you could barely contain your excitement. 

You and Sherlock were going to tell everyone that you were engaged. Everyone was seated in the living room and Sherlock approached you with two champagne glasses, handing one to you. "Now?" you asked. "Now," he replied with a smile.

You looked at the five people who were seated around the living room and cleared your throat. Everyone focused their attention on you, and you looked at Sherlock who gave you a look that encouraged you to go. When the silence was practically unbearable, you stated, "Sherlock and I are engaged." 

Everyone reacted differently but they were all happy reactions as everyone rushed to stand and congratulate you and Sherlock. Mary pulled you into a hug before saying, "I'm happy for you both." "It's about time," John told you, pulling you into an even tighter hug than Mary's before moving over to congratulate Sherlock. 

Sherlock's parents were very happy as they began talking about the wedding. Lastly, Mycroft approached you. "I was wrong about you and Sherlock. My deepest apologies. I'm glad my little brother finally found someone he doesn't drive crazy,"  Mycroft stated with a smile.

"Thanks, I think," you replied to which he nodded. "I wish we could stay longer, but we have to go," Sherlock suddenly said. "Where?" you asked. "It's a surprise," he replied. You followed him outside to see a plane there. "Okay, Sherlock, where are we going?" you asked. "Wherever you want to," he replied making you smile. 

You and him boarded the plane and you whispered the destination to the pilot. The plane began moving and you smiled at Sherlock before kissing him. "You're the best fiancee a girl can ask for," you told him. He smiled at you as you both sat down in the seat of the plane. You took a drink of the glass of water that was there when suddenly the screen on the TV turned on. 

"Sherlock...," you said softly as you directed his attention to the TV screen. You watched in absolute horror as the worst person you've ever met came onto the screen, looking perfectly alive. But it was impossible. He was dead, wasn't he? Moriarity was dead. Your heart skipped multiple beats as you waited for him to speak. After what felt like an hour, he finally opened his mouth.

"Miss me?" 

THE END