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Eggnog Flavored Kisses (Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 9)
Title: Eggnog Flavored Kisses (Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 9)
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Prompt: eggnog
Word Count:400
Notes: Decided to go back to individually titled chapters as Deck The Skull...*insert number here* was getting boring. Also writing this slightly tipsy so... um... hope things are formatted properly.



They arrived home after the concert, both of them holding hands as they talked softly about the concert. Sherlock kept John alternating between fascinated by the things Sherlock managed to notice, which he'd never not find amazing, and amused by the sarcastic way Sherlock was delivering his observations.

“Sit,” Sherlock said as he nearly pushed John into the sofa cushion, “close your eyes.”

John did as Sherlock ordered. He heard Sherlock in the kitchen and hoped he wasn't about to be presented with one of Sherlock's experiments.

He heard Sherlock take out a glass, grab something from the fridge and another something from a drawer.

Sherlock placed a cold glass in his hand, and John opened his eyes. It was a glass of eggnog with cinnamon sprinkled on top.

“You mentioned at the Christmas Market that you loved drinking it. I was going to buy some but...”
Sherlock trailed off not wanting to remember the horrifying moment when John stopped breathing.

“Thank you,” John said giving Sherlock his favorite smile. The Sherlock's done something good and I'm happy smile.

Finding the recipe and making the eggnog had distracted him from his latest experiment but John was happy so it was worth it.

They sipped their eggnog as they sat on the couch leaning against one another. Sherlock was content but he wanted more. He wanted everything.

They hadn't had sex yet and they hadn't kissed since they'd kissed in the snow after Sherlock's confession. Sherlock wondered how to approach it, the internet suggested not saying flat out that you wanted it... but John usually favored the direct approach and Sherlock wanted to make love with John.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by John taking the glass from him and setting it on the table.

“You're thinking too hard. Don't worry about being the “perfect” boyfriend, just be you. That's who I fell in love with after all.” John said as his hand went up to stroke Sherlock's cheek.

John kissed him while his mouth was still open and gaping at John guessing his thoughts, he'd thought he was keeping them hidden.

Eggnog flavored kisses were deliciously brilliant. John leading him to his bedroom after a series of kisses? That was even better. Better than serial murders, a lifetime supply of experimental cadavers, besting his brother at deduction...

Sherlock's mind was happily taken offline.