9. Look After You - The Fray

A/N: I apologise for the wait. This one just took me a while to execute, I found it hard to write for some reason. Sorry but it's not exactly up to par with the others, in my opinion. Fluff though, so yay :) -WPP xx

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It was a miracle that Sherlock still had the buttons on his suit. He'd been fiddling with them for around half an hour, trying to calm his ever growing nerves as the clock ticks away, almost mocking the detective.

Sherlock grits his teeth before turning away from the mirror and begin to pace, simply trying to pass the time and not destroy his suit.

Five dreadfully long minutes later there's a knock on the door. It echoes around the concrete unfurnished room like the sickening crack on a bone does, striking Sherlock full force and making him come to an abrupt stop.

The door creaks open and John pokes his head round the door, giving an encouraging smile. It does little to cease the nerves stamping through Sherlock's body.

"It's time" John speaks softly, his tone already choked with emotion. Mainly pride.

Sherlock nods and takes a large breath, exhaling just as deeply as he inhaled, before he crosses to the door. John steps back to allow his friend out. Sherlock steps over the threshold and thirty pairs of eyes turn onto him.

He almost spun round and ran back into the little room behind him.

Then his eyes found the one pair that caused his heart to race.

James' eyes were bright, delighted, and he was staring right back at Sherlock. The detectives breath caught as he took in the sight of the other man dressed in a beautiful black tux and tie.

Sherlock barely registered his mother's arm linking with his as he made his way up the isle. His eyes and mind were completely focused on the man waiting for him. He didn't hear the music, or smell the flowers. All he could see was James.

A kiss is pressed to his cheek, from his mother, as he's given over to James. Their hands lace together, smiling softly at one another as they finally stand side by side at the alter.

Months of planning and nerves had lead to this moment and now, Sherlock could hardly believe it was happening. The nerves were ever present but he felt as though he were floating on his own cloud of raw, true happiness.

Jim squeezes his fingers and Sherlock takes in the worried expression on Jim's face and he can feel the eyes on his back.

"Huh?" He asks dumbly, blinking at the love of his life.

Jim breaks out into grin, almost sighing in relief. After blinking a few times Sherlock realises what everyone was waiting on. A light blush covers his cheeks as he meets Jim's eyes again.

"I do" Sherlock says, grin wide.

Jim and the whole audience laugh then (even the minister has a bit of a giggle) and Sherlock frowns, not understanding their reaction.

"Not that bit yet, love" Jim whispers, making Sherlock's cheek grow an even brighter red.

They recite their vows and promises. James promises to always be there for Sherlock and to look after him not matter what. Sherlock promises that anything he has is Jim's for the taking, especially his heart. Jim vows to never leave Sherlock's side during the bad or the good times. Sherlock vows to take breaks from work for time with Jim, to never put anything before his beloved.

Tears are shed from both their parents. Ms Hudson and Molly were bawling, pride surging through them. Jim was sure he even spotted John wiping his eyes.

Sherlock makes sure he doesn't float back up to his cloud during any of it. The rings are exchanged, Sherlock's heart beating too fast to be normal, and finally, finally, Sherlock gets to say those two words.

Jim repeats them moments later. Then Sherlock is being pulled towards his husband and a hand goes to the side of his face. Sherlock's breathing hitches again as he gazes into Jim's warm love-filled brown eyes.

"God, I love you" Jim whispers the words, so only Sherlock can hear, before he dips down to capture Sherlock's lips in a kiss.

Applause fills the air but Sherlock barely notices as his hands slide around Jim's neck to kiss back.

When they break apart people are still clapping and the two men are panting. Jim laces his hand with his husbands and they walk down the isle and put of the church for photos and mingling.

Hours later they've changed into more comfortable, less expensive, clothing and they're seating at a table as people dancing around the room. Sherlock is slumped into Jim's shoulder, resting against him with a content smile. Jim has his arms wrapped around him.

Many smile at them and some even come up to congratulate them again.

Before long they're leaving the party and sliding into a slick black car to take them and their packed bags to the airport for their midnight flight.

Sherlock hooks his leg with Jim's as he half lays on top of his husband. "Will you tell me where we're going now?" He asks hopefully.

Jim had been very careful and not matter how hard he tried, Sherlock couldn't deduce where they were off to.

Jim chuckles and shakes his head, placing a kiss to Sherlock's temple. "Nope"

An irritated noise comes from the back of Sherlock's throat as he settles again, his head on Jim's shoulder. The arm around him tightens and Jim gives a short amused laugh before planting another kiss on Sherlock's head.

It doesn't take long for Sherlock to fall asleep against Jim.

When he wakes up almost two hours later Sherlock finds himself in a comfy leather seat on a private jet, his head in Jim's lap as his husband read a chunky looking book. Sherlock mentally curses himself, he still has no more clues as to where they're off to.

Sherlock narrows his eyes, staring up at Jim who was now looking down at him.

"Did you drug me?" Sherlock accuses.

Jim laughs and leans down to press a kiss to Sherlock's plump lips. Sherlock's expression immediately softens, loving this affectionate romantic side of Jim.

"The plan was to dru you but you fell asleep of your own accord" Jim laughs again, one hand going to Sherlock's curls.

The detective rolls his eyes and tilts his head both into Jim's hand and so he could read the title of the book Jim held. Sherlock decides Jim can certainly go without reading any more for this evening, he takes the book (making sure to bookmark the page) and slides the book on the floor, his eyes locked with Jim's.

Sherlock shifts so he's sitting on Jim's lap and is facing him. The Irish man's hands automatically settle on Sherlock's narrow hips, his thumb caressing and somehow finding it's way under Sherlock's top to trace patterns on his skin.

Leaning forward, Sherlock presses his lips to Jim's, his hands sliding into his hair as he both presses closer and pulls Jim closer.

After being separate for a night and always having people around, it felt like far too long since they'd properly kissed. Jim clearly missed Sherlock as much as Sherlock had him, his fingers sliding under Sherlock's shirt to feather all over his ribcage.

Sherlock shudders and slides his tongue out to deepen the kiss. They spend some time like that, pressed together and teasing the other.

"I love you" Sherlock whispers the words, as if they were a secret, before giving Jim's lips a peck and resting his forehead on the other's shoulder.

Jim grins, panting as well as he runs a hand up and down Sherlock's spine. He speaks right by Sherlock's ear. "I love you too"

Faintly, Jim feels Sherlock kiss his shoulder.

They sit/lay for some time, just enjoying being wrapped together. Subconsciously Sherlock's fingers twiddle with Jim's wedding ring.

"Jim?" Sherlock asks, quietly.

"Yes, love?" He replies, lifting his head to look at Sherlock.

Sherlock does the same, meeting Jim's eyes again. Then, with a cheeky grin, Sherlock asks "Where are we going?"