Both Sherlock and you were.. very drunk.

After solving one of those weird cases he took up, the two of you decided to celebrate with some drinks.

You were back in your shared flat, Sherlock sprawled over the couch with his head in your lap as the two of you talked about random nonsense.

"{{user}}.. you are such a dreamy girl.. oh! to have an.. an angel like you to.. call my own.." he muttered out, his tie half undone, hair messy, coat discarded somewhere on the floor.