Tears formed in John's eyes as he heard Sherlock say all of those things.

He stood up, as did Sherlock and said, ''Yes, yes, yes!''

Sherlock hugged John tightly, both of them beyond ecstatic.

Sherlock pulled away and put a shiny golden ring on John's finger.

After they both got over the initial excitement, they sat down and finished off their drinks, still grinning, however, like idiots, which was understandable.

When they were finished the two of them got up. Sherlock paid their bill, then the two engaged men walked back to the cabin.

It had since grown dark out, and John looked up at the twinkling stars, admiring their beauty. It was still very hot outside, and it was very pleasant.

Sherlock told John to change out of his current clothing and get into something suitable for the water. John did as Sherlock said, and Sherlock got changed too. The two wore nothing but shorts, and they couldn't help but stare at each others muscular torso for a bit.

Sherlock dragged his eyes away from John's body, and John dragged his gaze up to Sherlock's eyes.

John didn't know what Sherlock had in mind, but he allowed Sherlock to take his hand and lead him back outside.

They went around the side of the cabin, and Sherlock asked John to assist him in picking up a dinghy,which John happily did, and they took the dinghy into the lake.

Sherlock rowed the dinghy into the middle of the lake and then lay down beside John. They looked up at the bright stars together, lying in a comfortable silence.

Fireflies flew around John and Sherlock as they continued to look up at the beautiful night sky.

''Look, Sherlock,'' John pointed up towards the sky as a meteor shot past, ''a shooting star! Make a wish!''

The two men wished to stay in that moment forever.

After about an hour, the heat began to make the two men uncomfortable, and they both sat up.

Sherlock glanced at John before he turned back towards the water and jumped in with a large splash.

John chuckled, and jumped into the water beside Sherlock.

The two brought their heads to the surface, laughing.

Sherlock swam over to John. ''This is perfect, Sherlock,'' John said, wrapping his arms around Sherlock.

''Yes it is,'' Sherlock replied before John kissed him.

Their kiss was full of an undeniable lust, one that made the two men's chests flutter.

John brushed his lip across Sherlock's bottom lip, asking for entrance, to which Sherlock happily agreed.

The two fought for dominance, but John allowed Sherlock to take over. Their tongues danced together, and John pulled Sherlock impossibly close, and Sherlock wrapped his legs around John's waist, both of them groaning as their hard members rubbed against the other.

Eventually they had to pull away for breath, but they kept their foreheads pressed together, noses touching.

''I love you, John,'' Sherlock whispered.

''I love you too, Sherlock."

(A/N okay, I hope that was alright. I need to know before I start writing the next chapter, on a scale of one to ten, ten being extremely, how detailed do you want things to be between Sherlock and John? Please comment because it will help a lot. 

Please vote/comment/follow it really motivates me!

-CH xx)