"We should probably have ri--" John was cut off as Mycroft's assistant produced velvet jewelry case and flicked it open to reveal a pair of matching wedding bands. "Right. Good. Great." He took the men's ring and slid it onto his left hand. It fit perfectly and John was slightly creeped out by how much planning Mycroft seemed to have put into this operation. "And are we going by a pseudonym, or are you Mrs Watson?"

"Mrs Watson will be fine," she said, pausing briefly in her texting to put the other ring on her finger.

"I should probably know your real name then, because I'm not being one of those soppy husbands who calls their wife 'Mrs Watson', or darling or something," John said.

She smirked down at her mobile. "What did I say my name was the first time we met?" she asked.

"Uh, Anthea," John said.

"Really? Well, Anthea will be fine then," she said, looking amused.

"You'll need to be put that away," John said, as the car rolled to a stop in front of the hotel where the hostage was being held. "Because I would hope that we could find better entertainment on our honeymoon than you texting all the time."

"You seem to have a very high opinion of your stamina," she said.

"I could show you sometime and you can decide for yourself," he offered.

His mobile beeped and he looked down at it to find that Sherlock had texted.

Stop flirting - SH

John sometimes marvelled at Sherlock's ability to sense when he was trying to get laid and put a stop to it.