dani_meows (dani_meows) wrote in bipolardanicats, @ 2011-12-03 10:58:00 |
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Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 3/24
Title:Deck The Skull With Boughs Of Holly 3/24
Fandom: Sherlock BBC
Pairing: John/Sherlock
Prompt:candlelight
Word Count:500
Notes: Hope this is good.... I've got a sinus infection starting up and my brain is fuzzy.
Seconds after plans had been made to start a gingerbread house the next day and the mess in the kitchen had been tidied up, John and Sherlock had been called out on a case. It had turned out be easily solved and dull, something that both irritated and pleased the detective. He thrived on his work but he had a lot of things to do, such as plan a surprise Christmas party, without his observant and perceptive John figuring out what he was up to.
A Christmas party, Sherlock nearly shuddered in horror at the idea, even as he dragged his doctor to their destination. John and Mrs. Hudson had been talking that first day, while Sherlock had been distracted with measuring the rates various bits of metal dissolved in different acids, and Mrs. Hudson had suggested a Christmas party... mentioning how delightful it would be to prepare nibbles for everyone.
John had sounded pleased when he repeated it but then decided that they wouldn't have one because Sherlock didn't enjoy social events and he wouldn't force one upon him in his own home.
Since then, the idea had been in the back of Sherlock's mind, building up steam. He'd invite people that John liked, which unfortunately meant Mycroft (John had struck up a friendship with his annoying, interfering, all knowing, older brother) but he wouldn't invite Harriet... Not after the last visit, where Sherlock had learned just how bad John's childhood was... that harpy could stay home and do whatever it is she did when she wasn't shrieking at his John. She wouldn't be allowed to hurt John. No one was allowed to hurt John.
They arrived at their destination and Sherlock put all thoughts besides the here and now with John in the back of his mind.
Their usual table at Angelo's and the candle to make it more “romantic”. Sherlock was pleased that John no longer adamantly denied being Sherlock's date.
Sherlock delighted in the way the flames highlighted some of John's best features as John browsed through the menu, while trying to coax Sherlock into eating.
He gave John his best smile, allowing his eyes to brighten with happiness (that wasn't feigned), and tried his luck once more, “What do you want for Christmas?”
“My best friend to actually consume food on a regular basis, do the washing up on occasion (No, Sherlock you don't leave the dishes as mold growth experiment, and we both know it...), to not find toes in the jam?”
John grinned back his tongue poking out slightly. Sherlock fought the desire to claim that tongue as his own...
Then his mind shouted out that it finally knew what to get John for Christmas and Sherlock grinned even harder and without it being an attempt to charm his flatmate into telling him what he wanted.
With that done, Sherlock agreed to eat some dinner and they enjoyed their candlelight supper for two, laughing and talking about Sherlock's latest experiment.