So, by popular demand, here comes the third installment in the Genius verse. It will tell the story of when the guys finally start to move towards marriage after two years of engagement. I hope you will enjoy!

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John stretched out on the blanket and looked up at the clear blue sky happily. They were out on Mycroft's country estate (well, one of them, anyway) for a few days, living in a small cottage surrounded by roses this time of year, and John thoroughy enjoyed the peace and quiet, even though he suspected Sherlock would eventually get bored enough to crawl out of his own skin. But as of yet, there were no signs of that.

The cottage was small, with only two real rooms, plus a surprisingly luxurious bathroom, and not much of a kitchen. This, however, was not a problem as the main house, located about three miles away, sent them wonderful food thrice a day. Today that proved to be thoroughly suitable picnic foods for lunch, and Sherlock (and wasn't that unexpected) had suggested they grab a blanket - they had many wonderful ones to choose from, after all - and eat it out under the fruit trees.

John continued to bask in the sun as Sherlock had made himself in charge of picking the food out of the basket they had gotten it in, setting the little containers out on the blankets. Jon eventually leaned up on his elbow, surveying the food on offer. There was a cold potato salad that looked delicious, as well as a equally tempting dish of seasoned pasta, together with a whole selection of vegetables, cheeses and cool meat, such as barbequed and marinated steak as well as different kinds of filet. It all looked delicious, not to mention the different kinds of dessert pies that were even more tempting.

One box stood out though. It was a small, black velvet box that looked like a jewelry container. Puzzeled, John took it up, opening it without noticing how Sherlock suddenly focused all his attention on his face.

Inside was a white gold ring set with a large, ice blue stone. It was gorgeous, and a note above it said "Marry me, my love?" John let out a gasp and looked up at Sherlock, who smiled at him, though somewhat insecurely. John's heart leaped in his chest, and he opened his mouth to reply, only to find that he had no voice left for emotion. He nodded eagerly, blinking away happy tears.

A moment later he was in Sherlock's arms, clinging to him happily. John did not quite know where one of them ended and the other begun, but he did not care. After all, it was only fitting.