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Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 6
Title: Deck The Skulls With Boughs Of Holly 6
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Prompt: Kissing Ball (Like Mistletoe only in a ball)
Word Count: 500
Notes: LOL finished the interlude this morning at 6:14am and finished this one at 6:14 pm. Now if I can just get IJ to stop being stubborn.
When it comes to John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is often times an enormous idiot, rather than a genius. The day after he finished the seven day case is a stellar example of this.
John didn't have work so the day had started with breakfast, for both of them because Sherlock hadn't had a proper meal in seven days and John wouldn't take no for an answer so he'd eaten his beans, toast, tomatoes, sausages, and eggs without any complaint.
While they were eating, Sherlock told John about the case and added his usual complaints about everyone's level of stupidity. John laughed, called him brilliant in all the right places, and made guesses that were mostly wrong.
Then he answered Sherlock's questions about his own week. John doesn't get why, since his days are boring at the clinic but Sherlock always enjoys hearing about his work days.
Sherlock wants to know everything about John and keeps a file in his head full of trivial information that he'll never delete not even for the best case in the universe. He keeps information about how John takes his tea, which differs depending on which type of tea it is, how John butters his toast and favors strawberry jam, that John sings different songs off key in the shower depending on his mood, and always puts his socks on his right foot first but puts his shoes on starting with the left. He has thousands of data points like this and hopes to acquire at least a few thousand more.
They finished the tidying up of their breakfast dishes and headed out to the stores to pick up lights since although they had a tree, ornaments, and tinsel, they did not have lights to put around the tree first. This turned into a long trip as they couldn't decide if they wanted multicolored lights, clear lights, or lights of a single color... They finally decided on the multicolored ones that blink.
It was when they got home that Sherlock had his crowning moment of idiocy... more so than telling the man you'd winked at flirtatiously and had been drawn to the day before that relationships were not your area and that you were married to your work.
Mrs. Hudson had hung a kissing ball above the main entrance way.
Sherlock grabbed John and kissed him. It was a passionate, harsh, and demanding kiss.
“Just for tradition,” he said, acting as though the kiss meant nothing, even though his mind was replaying it, fireworks were going off in his brain and he was practically euphoric. He acted as though he didn't want to press John against the wall and continue that kiss for the rest of eternity.
He pulled a red berry off of the ball and walked into the flat, acting as though nothing had happened, but his brain completely failed to register the fact that John had kissed back.
He also missed John's devastated and confused expression before John's face went blank.