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Drabble - John/Mary { BBC Sherlock }

Notes: this was a requested drabble centered around John x Mary being all fluffy with one another! Hope you all enjoy this because I really liked writing it.

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"Nervous?" Mary grinned as she watched John adjust his tie for the hundredth time, dressed to impress and impressed she was.

"It's been quite a while since I've had to meet anybodies parents, so yes I'm nervous," he replied with a smile, his right eyebrow arching when Mary came over to him and placed a warm kiss on his cheek.

"Relax they already like you because of what I've told them," she gave a playful wink when John's expression suddenly changed into a concerned one.

"What have you told them?"

"Nothing bad,"

"Mary-"

Mary gently rubbed his cheek with her thumb, lips meeting his to silence him and his worry; a loving bump of her nose against his cheek and she moved away from him again.

"You'll do great, you always do just don't pull rank on my dad alright?" she laughed at the very image, John was a lot shorter than her father and just picturing him pulling rank on a man that was over six foot was hilarious.

John gave her a deadpan expression.

"Was that a height joke?" he bit back his laughter as he turned on his heel away from the mirror to face her, Mary was already sticking her tongue out at him.

He could read her well and he enjoyed that, he could get the hidden meanings in her sentences and know by her facial expressions if she was feeling well or not.

John knew that you could only do this with somebody you loved and he was completely and utterly in love with Mary.

He had once been able to read Sherlock pretty well, he had loved that man as well but not in the same way he did Mary.

"C'mon Captain we'll be late," Mary smiled brightly and laced her fingers through John's with a loving rub of her thumb against his palm.

She knew he would impress her parents.

There wasn't any possible way that he couldn't what with his history and how bloody sweet he was when they were alone together, she loved him with all of her heart and soul and her only regret was that she hadn't met him earlier and had spent quite an annoying amount of time on men who weren't worth her breath.

But when she had met John everything was different, she could tell from the way he treated her on their first official date that John Watson was different from any other man she'd met.

Of course she knew about 'three continents Watson's' past but she knew many people who had been around the block a number of times who had come out happy and married.

John was considerably less confident than he was at present when she had met him but it took him another nine months for him to reveal why he was depressed.

Sherlock Holmes.

The man that Mary knew still had a hold over John's heart and she wouldn't ever try to take his place, she actually supported John in keeping the memory of the deceased detective alive by helping him regularly visit the grave.

"Have I ever told you how much you've helped me?" John suddenly spoke up snapping Mary out of her memory lane, they were now out of their house and on their way to the bus station as John till preferred public transport however, there weren't any taxis around their road.

"I know," was all Mary replied with and she warmed when John looked down at her with such a tender gaze and their lips slowly met once more.

Neither aware of the postman with striking eyes currently looking at them from across the road