Sherlock stood in his usual place by the window, absently playing "Auld Lang Syne" on his violin. John sat, watching him play, completely absorbed. Sometimes the high-functioning sociopath could be so... peaceful. It was about 11:50 at night, New Year's Eve, and John, although completely enjoying the music,forced himself to interrupt.
"Sherlock, it's almost midnight. Come and count down with Mrs. Hudson and I."
"No," the consulting detective replied, almost broodily. "I see no reason to take part in pointless... "traditions" on meaningless, sentimental holidays."
"But Sher-"
"No."
"Yes." John had somehow snuck up on him and yanked away the violin and bow before Sherlock could react. Grabbing his hand, and not noticing the out of character light blush that appeared on Sherlock's cheeks, John led him down the stairs and to Mrs. Hudson's open door.
"Oh, hello, boys!" Mrs. Hudson said cheerfully as they walked in. John smiled and accepted the glass of champagne that was offered to him. Keeping a firm hold on Sherlock's fingers laced through his own (just to make sure he doesn't run away. Yes, let's just say that, he agreed with himself.), he sipped at the bubbly drink until the countdown began.
"10-9-8-7-" Mrs. Hudson began. John joined in with her joyfully. "6-5-4-3-2-1! Happy new year!" Mrs. Hudson and John exclaimed, trailing off into laughs. They heard fireworks outside and dragged Sherlock out with them. Mrs. Hudson wandered off to talk with neighbors while John and Sherlock stood, still hand in hand, outside the flat.
John finally seemed to notice their hands and quickly pulled away, stuttering apologies and such until Sherlock interrupted him. The detective grabbed the doctor's hand again and looked at his face, as if searching for something.
"Sh-Sherlock? What're you-" John was silenced by Sherlock's lips on his, feather light. At first he didn't know how to react, but slowly, he pressed back, his eyes fluttering shut. Fireworks boomed over their heads as Sherlock brought his free hand to John's arm. Mrs. Hudson caught sight of them and smiled.
"It's about time, you two," she said walking up behind them. John pulled away and smirked. He left Sherlock to talk with neighbors and admire the colorful splashes of light dancing around the sky. Sherlock watched him go, his brow furrowing in thought.
"A New Year's kiss... how... sentimental."
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
~Sierra