#fluffsh

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John’s marriage is over and he is finally back home (i.e. at Baker Street, where he belongs). Sherlock is awfully insecure and John is awfully hesitant, and they're both awkward idiots, of course, but they figure it out. Many First Times happen.

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As John recovers from the effects of a brutal kidnapping, he and Sherlock attend the Yarders' Christmas Party. There are... developments on the dance floor...

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Sherlock never realized how good he would be at this parenting thing. Or how much he would love it.

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John and Sherlock fall asleep together.

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What Sherlock thinks is, On the day I die, be it in a dirty alley at forty or in my bed at eighty, the last thing I will remember is tonight, the way you looked at at me on the snowy pavement, cheeks pink with the cold, breath puffing in frosty white clouds, your heart in your eyes and snowflakes in your hair. I will remember that single perfect moment in my life, that moment I knew I had everything I ever wanted, and whatever happens next, I will die content.

What he says is simply, "Marry me."

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Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

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It doesn’t make sense, so John googles it.

An infatuation lasts an average of 4 months. Once it’s exceeded that, you’re already in love.

A curse—soft, albeit heartfelt—escapes him. He puts his head in his palms; exhales.

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From the prompt: Sherlock keeps getting texts from Mycroft with tips on wooing John.

"Take his arm. MH"/"Tell him about the sugar cubes. MH"/"Let him catch you looking once in a while. MH"

Sherlock resents this (I don't need your HELP, Mycroft), but does them anyway.