“John, I still don’t see why we had to bother with all this ridiculous matrimonial pomp and circumstance. We could easily have just signed some papers and been done with this.”
“I told you already, Mrs. Hudson would never forgive us if if we’d gone to city hall without letting anyone know. Now behave already.”
Sherlock scowled. “I’m behaving! I haven’t told anyone off since we got here. And look at Mycroft, already eyeing the cake. He’s doing it to get on my nerves, I know he is.”
John glared up through his eyelashes, a move he knew damned well Sherlock was weak to.
“Sherlock, you are barely behaving. You’re lucky I didn’t let Molly and Anthea plan this, or you’d be wearing a tux, and I wouldn’t be surprised if every person we ever met and half the British government were in attendance. Now shut up, smile and be nice, and I promise….” John’s voice dropped to a low rumble “I will make it up to you when we get home and are well and truly married.”
