Walk - Part 2 - Watson (Freeman) x Reader
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Sherlock eyed John suspiciously, as he came out of his room. Haircut......check. Best shirt......check. Pressed jeans......check. After shave.... check. Highly polished shoes......check. And square shaped bulge in jean pocket...........
"You have only known one another for a few months........" Sherlock suddenly said. His eyes closed as he placed his violin under his chin.
"What.............?"
"This one.........the one that you refuse to tell me about or let me meet........"
"Sherlock, what are you going on about. I............" The younger Holmes interrupting the doctor with a heavy sigh. He aware that he was going to have to explain. The violin lowered to hang by his side, as he opened his eyes.
"You have had a haircut this morning; despite the shower you have had, there are still fine hair that will get under the collar of your best shirt and will make you itch. You should watch for that, if you are trying to impress......You have gone so far as to iron your jeans, wear a pair of shoes that you needed to polish, which you have to a rather fine sheen. And you are wearing that very expensive aftershave that one with the nose bought for you; thought I would not tell the new one that fact, if you want your question to be answered in the affirmative........" John looking down at himself, then suddenly feeling the tickle from the tiny cut hairs, under his collar.
Ok, it was a little obvious now that he thought about it. But he wanted to impress. No matter what Sherlock said, it hadn't been a few months it had been a full year since he and (Y/n) had met again on the banks of the Thames that morning, and he had called her as soon as he had got back to the flat to arrange for that drink; having no desire to waste any time. And even though Sherlock had pestered him about this new relationship; about bringing this new woman to meet him, he had kept the pair apart. Though John had made sure to tell (Y/n) all about Sherlock; he not wanting her to be surprised by the younger Holmes when they finally did meet. So, after what had turned out to be one of the best years of his life, the doctor had decided to take things to the next level and ask (Y/n) if she would marry him; not that he had mentioned that to his friend.
"My question.........?"
"Please, Watson. The square shaped protuberance in your front right-hand pocket, is the perfect size for a ring box.........therefore you intend to ask this latest dalliance of yours to marry you........."
"She is not a dalliance, and we have been going out for a year now, not a few months. (Y/n) is perfect for me; we get on, we understand one another, and she makes me happy. So, yes, I am going to ask her to marry me........" John replied, waiting for some snarky comment as he went to grab his jacket; but instead.......
"Good luck. Bring her for tea tomorrow..........." John turning back to look at Sherlock who had his violin back under his chin and his eyes closed. A smile coming to his lips; the doctor sure, that Sherlock would never admit to saying it, but he had definitely heard it. John pulling on his coat and giving the younger Holmes one last look, before heading out of the door.
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John knocked on the door, once again scratching at the tickle on the back of his neck, wishing that instead of having his hair cut that day, he had done it before hand, because...........the door opening and thankfully taking his mind off his internal rambling. A large smile coming to lips, as he saw (Y/n) moved to lean up against the jamb of burgundy painted door.
"You know something........." Her arms crossing over her chest as she looked at him.
"It doesn't matter how many apples I eat......you keep coming back........." She continued with a chuckle before stepping out of the door and placing a kiss to his lips.
"Good evening, Doctor Watson.....shall we........." The former Queen's Hussar offering him her arm.
"Why not......." He agreed, taking her arm and allowing (Y/n) to lead him inside the house.
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"Dinner won't be long. As always you have wonderful timing John......." (Y/n) told him, as she helped him take off his jacket.
"As it is sort of our one-year anniversary, I was going to go the whole hog; but then decided to just keep it simple. So, I hope you are ok with a Shepard's........." She began to explain as she hung up his coat. The rest of her explanation about dinner, forgotten, as she turned to see John down on one knee, holding up a small box.
Alright, perhaps he should have waited until after dinner; made more of a big thing about it. But she just looked so perfect at that moment; her hair falling just right, her smile lighting up the room, that he couldn't wait. The ring had been burning a hole in his pocket since he had bought it, and it had taken all his effort, not to ask her on the doorstep. And anyway, this was as good a time as any......wasn't it.........?
"John............?"
"(Y/n)......You make me happy. From the moment I met you, you have made me happy; but I didn't take the opportunity to ask you to go on a date with me all those years ago, because.....well, I was an idiot. But I'm not going to be an idiot again; I'm not going to let you get away again. So, will you (Y/f/n) (Y/l/n), do me the honour of agreeing to be my wife........." John explained, as he opened the little box. His heart thumping frantically at the inside of his chest, as (Y/n) looked between him and the ring, that sat comfortably surrounded by velvet.
"John Hamish Watson...........it would be my pleasure........." She replied with a big smile. John looking at her for a moment as if he hadn't understood a word that she had just said.
"That mean yes....yes I will marry you............" The doctor suddenly getting to his feet and pulling her into his arms. The pair sharing a kiss before John slipped the ring onto her finger. He never going to forget the day that he went for that walk.
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