Sentiment? Sentiment~
Summary: After a long hard week you want nothing more to cuddle up to Sherlock (despite PDA not being your thing) but alas, he and John, are up north working on a case. And so with what little time you have, you decide to help out and let's just say Sherlock Holmes is a man of many talents and surprises.
TW: None
Y/N = your name
N/n = nickname
Category: Fluff, just tooth rotting fluff. Potential for a PT.2 (comment if interested)
This fic is heavily inspired by a commission that I'm having done by @rosefuckinggenius, this one's for you ♥️😍
Prequel series
Part two here
Part three here
Part four here
Part five here
Part six here
Part seven here
Part eight here
Part nine here
Part ten here
Part eleven here
Part twelve here. It's always you (sequel) chapter 1
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Physical affection was never your strong suit nor was it something you gave into often, as you chose to distance yourself from people as much as possible, but Sherlock was always your exception.
In fact he was your exception to almost everything, especially as you sat with your back against the fridge of 221B, your copy of Sherlock's case notes in your right hand and a red pen in your left, with a six hour cold cup of tea positioned gingerly on your thigh.
It would appear that boredom had gotten the best of you and with Sherlock and John being several miles away up north, you had little to do with your Friday night other than to observe the case and focus in on your idea that the murderer was a mallinger with a serious case of commitment issues, which when they ran too deep caused the murderer to commit a rather vicious murder.
Or at least that was until Mrs. Hudson came through the door with handful of bags. "Yoo hoo!" She called, announcing her presence as she walked over to the fridge - not expecting anyone too be in, "Oh, Y/n, are the boys home?"
"Ah Mrs. Hudson!" You smiled and picked yourself (along with your cold tea and case file) off of the floor, "I'm afraid Sherlock and John are still up north, I just miss Sherlock and he said he'd left his case file on his desk, but he and John were at least half way up the country when Sherlock finally snapped out of is mind palace and realised. So I figured I'd come here and try and solve what was left of the case."
"You know you're just like him, it's no wonder you two work," she smiled as she put the groceries away and watched the way your eyes lit up at the compliment, "Has he proposed to you yet?"
"No he...wait, did you say propose?"
"I did, my dear, you should hear the way he talks about you. You know he likes people to believe he's emotionless but he truly turns to mush when he talks about you,"
"Has he said anything about proposing to you?"
"Not directly, but he has been shopping."
"Shopping? Oh! Oh! Mrs. Hudson you are an absolute genius!" You beamed and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before searching the kitchen for your phone.
"On the sofa my dear," she chuckled as she watched you filter through the file searching for the correct page.
"Thank you!" You said as you found your phone and dialed the Sherlock's number, "Sherlock? Are you free to talk?"
"To you, anytime. What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong, if anything everything is right with the world. You know the case you've gone up north for 96455-M, I think I know why and how he's killing his lovers."
"Shh John." He said, desperately trying to ignore John's protests about smiling at a crime scene, "Sorry, continue. What do you know?"
"He's like the mayfly man. But instead of living for a day, he relies on the truth of his lies, which he uses to lure the women into a false sense of security right up until the 11th hour where he proposes. But that's where the murder lies, because of his rather deeply embedded commitment issues that hit a wall and when that wall hits - which is the subject of engagement - he chooses to commit murder by having the victims swallow the ring in their pudding. Romantic right?"
"Oh this is brilliant! God, I love you, Y/n! Right, I need to talk to John, Mycroft and Lestrade about our theory, but I promise John and I will be back within the hour."
"But you're up north, it'll take at least 6 hours just to get back to London."
"You forget my brother is practically the British government, they'll be a knighthood in this for you if he finds out."
"It's an honour my leige," you laughed as you flopped down on the sofa and wrote in your case notes. You couldn't help but smile as you heard him laugh on the other end of the phone, "Just stay safe."
"I will. Shan't be long, I love you Y/n."
"I love you too, Sherl."
***
It was just under half hour later when Sherlock waltzed through the door and sat himself down on the sofa next to you, legs crossed, practically beaming from ear to ear. "Oh my darling, you're a genius, have I told you that? I don't think I tell you that enough."
"Someone's happy to see me," you teased as you sat up, your legs brushed against each other, your hand lingered on his knee, his hand rested delicately on your waist - his fingers drawing small circles over your knitted jumper. "Did I solve the case correctly? Did I miss anything?"
"Oh you solved it almost as well as I could," he said as he took the case file from your hand and held it just out of reach, knowing that you had several notes hidden in there that stemmed from your conversation with Mrs. Hudson. "How did you come to your conclusion?"
"Hey!" You said as you tried to reach for the file by weaving your arm around the back of his neck and straining your arm towards the file, "I was reading that,"
"Hmm, but that doesn't answer my question, love."
"Mrs. Hudson was just telling me about how much you talk about me when I'm not there and she just happened to say something about shopping which lead..." as you began to explain your findings, you felt Sherlock's lips brush against yours and your eyes fluttered shut, breifly allowing yourself to give into temptation as he still held your file out of reach. "Sherlock, you know as well as I, that kissing me is not a fair distraction!" You whined, despite kissing him back.
"Hmm, no, but it is particularly effective on both of us, so it is a fair exchange." He purred, smiling against your lips as he pulled you closer, "but I believe a greater distraction would be me asking you to be my wife."
Your eyes widened with shock as you pulled back from him, just enough to see the sincerity in his eyes, "Sherlock Holmes, did you just...?"
"Propose?" He questioned, gladly finishing your sentence as he finally placed the file down on the sofa before placing is hand in his pocket and fiddling for a certain object, "So what do you say Y/n, will you marry me?"
Your eyes filled with happy tears as your eyes drifted from Sherlock to the shinning silver ring that was engraved with the date you first met, followed by the date you solved your first case together.
A wide smile grew on your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a long passionate kiss, "Of course I will! Oh Sherlock, you have no idea how much this means to me."
"I think I have some clue," he said as he brushed his own shedded tear away, his smile mirrored yours as he cupped your face with one hand and gently placed the ring on your finger, "You know we'll never hear the end of this when everyone finds out."
"Somehow I don't think we'll have long to wait," you chuckled as you placed a kiss on is palm and ran your hand through his hair, "I can hear John coming up the stairs."
"Do you want to tell him or shall I?" He said as he ran his fingers along your jaw and pressed another quick yet loving kiss to your lips. One he wasn't quite ready to end, as he was practically about to pull you into his lap.
But before he could Dr. Watson had made his way up the stairs and into the door way of 221B, an amused smile lingered on is lips, "Tell me what? Oh, am I interrupting?"
"I...no...Not at all, please," you said as you broke the kiss and snuggled into Sherlock's side, allowing yourself to finally let your guard down. It amazed you just how much comfort the great consulting detective brought you, but you wouldn't have it any other way, as you began to tell John about how you solved the case.
***
Hours upon hours had slid by with ease as you debriefed John on the case, and what lead up to the engagement. But one question remained on your mind, how long had Sherlock been planning to pop the question for?
"You know he'll hate me for saying this, but he spent essentially the whole trip up north muttering about rings." John said as he watched Sherlock muse around the kitchen, looking for something to eat or maybe experiment on, you could never tell with Sherlock.
"What about the case? Did he not say anything about that on the way up? I mean, I was suprised to find the case notes sat on the desk." You said as you played with the your new engagement ring, trying to withhold the pleased smile.
"It suprised me too, but you know what our Sherlock's like when he has an idea. You make him happy n/n, I've never seen him smile so much."
"I know, I heard you telling him off over the phone," you laughed at the memory, "is that wine?"
"Hmm," was the only response Sherlock offered as he opened the bottle and poured three glasses. "Asti, it's your favourite, isn't it?" He questioned, his voice wavered with nerves as the thought that he had just managed to propose to you finally caught up with him.
"It is, but I thought you didn't like white wine?" You said as you took the glass from him and settled back into the sofa where you and he had sat only a handful of hours ago. Your eyebrows knitted together as you watched Sherlock's hand shake as he tried to get the glass to his lips, John caught your eye and opened his mouth to say something but you shook your head deciding it was best to change the subject to something different for the time being.
"It's growing on me," he sighed as he bent his head and rested it on top of yours awkwardly due to your height difference, "Has anyone told Mrs. Hudson?"
"Not yet, love. I figured if I'm going to tell Molly it would be best to tell her at the same time as Mrs. Hudson and somewhere far away from the morgue." You said as you leant into Sherlock, and sighed when you felt him steadily relax. "John, erm...you know when you and Mary got engaged, how did you celebrate? Did you need time to digest it actually happened?"
"I'm not scared Y/n" Sherlock whispered against your hair as he snaked his free arm around your waist to keep himself grounded.
" I never said you were." You whispered back and gave his hand a squeeze, "would you wear a ring?"
"Mm hmm" he hummed in agreement and finished his glass of wine.
"Well," John began and cleared his throat, "I'm not sure how it works with you two, given how you...are...but for Mary and I, we sat with it and discussed our fe-concerns about what the marriage meant for us, how and when we wanted to tell people. But also remember we got engaged just after -"
"Please don't say it," you whispered almost inaudible as you froze and tensed within your tender embrace.
"I'm sorry," was all you heard Sherlock mutter as he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head in an effort to soothe your flashbacks of the fall, "it won't happen again,"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
