Sherlock Preferences (DISCONTINUED)

(OH YES ITS HAPPENING)

Sherlock:
You were in 221B when he proposed to you. And of course, because this is Sherlock, it was in the strangest way know to man. Sherlock had just come back on one of his many cases, ranting and raving about how clever he was and so on. John was trailing behind him pulling faces and smirking when he saw you trying to hide your laughter.

"We get it Sherlock, you're the most amazing person to have ever existed. Can't you talk about something else for once?" John complained, pulling open his laptop and logging onto his blog. Sherlock gave you a kick kiss and shrugged.
"I'm one of the only things worth talking about." You rolled your eyes.

"Oh yeah? What are the other things?" You asked him, one eyebrow raised.
"Well...you of course Y/N." John mimed throwing up in the background as you blew Sherlock a kiss.
"Much appreciated. Thank god I'm good for something."

John looked up and was about to make a witty comment when he caught the time.
"Shoot, I've got to go. I arranged to have dinner with Mary. Bye lovebirds." Sherlock sent him a glare as the blogger left the apartment in a rush. You settled back on the sofa as Sherlock disappeared into the kitchen, probably to do an experiment.

Silence filled the apartment for about five minutes until Sherlock spoke up.
"Y/N, will you get my skull from the mantelpiece?" You chuckled to yourself and stretched out.
"Depends, why do you need it?"
"I just need to check something, it shouldn't take long." Was the reply.

Having lived with Sherlock long enough you'd pretty much given up trying to make sense of anything he did so decided it was easier to comply. You stood up and walked over to the fireplace which the skull was sat above. As you neared it you noticed something that appeared to have been placed between its teeth.

"Sherlock!" You called. "Did you put something in the skull's mouth?" He didn't reply so you just shrugged and picked it up, trying to see what it was. Carefully, you lifted up the top jaw in a way that meant you could reach the object inside. Your fingers touched what looked like a small black box and, after a second or two, you had pulled it all the way out of the skull.

There, in the palm of your hand, sat a box. With a trembling hand, you opened it to see a beautiful ring nestled inside it. You let out a small gasp and spun around to se Sherlock leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, an anxious smile on his face.
"So? What do you say?" You nodded and ran at him with a small yelp of excitement.
"Oh god yes." (See what I did there? I'm so original aren't I?)

John:
A park. You were in a park. Not unlike the time you'd had your first kiss together. It was unclear why John had asked you to go but you'd decided it was just for him to have a break from work and Sherlock. That man sure was difficult to control.

John had suggested going at night, when there less people would be around. This didn't bother you as it meant you could watch the stars with ease. You lay down on the cool grass and looked up. It could be hard to see the stars, considering you were in a busy city, full of pollution. Here, however, you could see almost everything.

You both lay there in silence as the hours flew by. Neither of you spoke for you felt no need to. It was peaceful. After a couple of hours had gone John sat up. You groaned in protest.
"Aw, I don't want to leave yet." He smirked and squeezes your hand.
"We don't have to, I was just getting more comfortable."

He shifted position and lay back down next to you. Once again, a blissful silence fell over the pair of you. Eventually. John spoke up.
"Can I ask you something?" You shrugged and rolled over in order to face him.
"You just did."
"Haha." He replied with no sense of humour in his voice.