The night before our wedding John was all up in arms making sure everything was ready to go, I rolled my eyes and ensured him that he had nothing to worry about.

"John, calm yourself, it's not even going to be a proper ceremony, we're going to the municipal hall and signing a piece of paper, that's all. John, Mrs. Hudson confirmed our appointment, your suit is ironed, the flat is dusted, our plane tickets are booked, there is nothing that can go wrong." I huffed as John continued to run around in an exasperated manner. As he darted passe me I grabbed his arm and pulled him onto my lap, I was calmly reading up on beekeeping and I looked up at him as he landed in my lap, "It's fine." I smiled reassuringly. I stroked his leg calmly, keeping my fingers on his wrist, his breathing was shaky and his pulse was elevated. My caressing wasn't helping much, I was dangerously close to his groin, I smirked viciously up at John, continuing to tease him as he moaned in arousal. I playfully flipped him over in the chair so I was straddling him, I teasingly kissed his neck and waited until John couldn't resist much longer, he melted into my arms, "bollocks." John gasped as I chuckled darkly into his ear, "How do you know what I want all the time?" he moaned.

"As always John, I observe." I smiled as I planted a quick kiss on his soft lips and walking away, "Tomorrow John." I chuckled, "For now get some sleep, you have a big day tomorrow."

"So do you, you arse." John groaned, following me into the bedroom.

I didn't sleep much, I was deep in thought about a minor homicide that Lestrade was pestering me about solving, it was the boring kill, run, then suicide. John was snoring on the other side of the bed, back to me. I fumbled for my phone on the side table and, quickly texted Lestrade and shut it off. I turned over towards John and matched my breathing to his. I started reciting my beekeeping book as a way of hypnotizing myself to rest a little.

I woke up about five minutes before John's alarm was set to ring. I slunk out of bed and dragged myself into the shower, I turned the hot water all the way up, shed my dressing gown, and stepped into the steamy waters. My skin flinched at first at the extreme heat, but once I adjusted I leaned against the shower wall and closed my eyes. At the end of today John would mine, and I would be his, Sherlock Watson-Holmes, I found my lips curling at the thought. My trance was broken by John entering the bathroom, I opened the glass door allowing some of the steam to flood the small room, "Care to join me?" I asked innocently. John nodded groggily, and shed his clothes. He yelped when he first stepped into the hot water, but calmed down once I snaked my arms around him, gently humming a composition while my chin rested on his head, as he scrubbed my back. We took our time washing each other's bodies, I continued to hum into his ear as he did.

After we finished our shower, I went into the bedroom and lazily pulled on my suit. I waited for John to come out of the bathroom with his suit on. Minutes later he walked out in a sleek black suit, nothing too formal, but he still was, well, sexy in that suit. He shaved, brushed his teeth, trimmed and combed his hair. I was impressed I just ran my fingers through my brown curls a few times while they dried, I was almost sloppy compared to John. I hated wearing the bowtie, I felt I was being choked. John walked over to me, "You look fantastic." he grinned widely, I felt my eyes rolling as I pulled at the bowtie" the only reason I'm wearing this tux is because I get to fuck you later." I snapped, John just laughed. I grabbed John's hand gently and guided him towards the door where our cab was waiting. Once we were in the cab and headed towards the municipal hall to sign the certificate I felt John's pulse elevate, he turned to me, voice shaking, "Sherlock." I leaned into him, my ice blue eyes met his earthy green's.

"I know." I smiled, pressing my forehead into his, stroking his cheek. I felt his pulse quicken, but I knew that was from something other than nerves altogether.

The ceremony was exactly how I expected it to be, dull. The minister, droned on and on about how unnatural this was, and he was only doing this because he owed Mrs. Hudson a favour. I smirked when I observed that he was sleeping with his wife's friend.

We said our "I do's" and signed the piece of paper. Mrs. Hudson was crying, sentiment. I pulled John towards me and kissed him deeply. He was mine, all mine.

"John Watson-Holmes." I moaned into his mouth. We were in the cab headed back towards our flat, we couldn't stay off of each other much longer after the ceremony, sex was inevitable, "You're mine John, all mine." I growled hungrily into his ear.

"Obviously." He remarked.