It was a glorious day for Sherlock Holmes. Not only has he solved one of the biggest missing cat cases that oddly intrigued his want of having a small animal around his 221B Baker Street flat for Mrs. Hudson, but it was Christmas Day too. John Watson was relaxing in his new leather chaps he received as an anonymous gift from "Santa Claus" that came with a riding crop made of silky black leather.

"Why aren't you wearing that sweater I got you got Christmas, John?" Sherlock kindly murmured into John's small delicate ear. Sherlock was sitting next to John in the blue skintight onesie John bought him as a Christmas gift. John's reasoning for the onesie being skintight was so he could witness every rippling muscle of Sherlock's body whenever they went to bed. Sherlock was reluctant at first but then realized the double meaning of which John had mentioned.

"I'm wearing the pair of trousers that Santa Claus brought me." John mutters sarcastically back to his sugarbunny. He was not particularly happy about the chaps being assless but remembered the onesie he had bought Sherlock had a buttflap.

"Don't be sarcastic John.. I'm the only one who is allowed to be Sarcastic. There's a penalty involved."

This penalty was one both of them wished to have happen.

"Just get me more tea, there is one more present i have for you." John smirked. Sherlock had no idea what is going to happen next.

Sherlock huffs a subtle sigh of curiosity and stands gracefully, his curls bouncing with every step he makes to the kitchen. John cannot help but sit and gaze at his partner. As soon as Sherlock is out of sight and the sound of clinking glasses is heard from the kitchen, John saunters to their room. He sneaks into the closet and lathers himself in raspberry jam, stripping off his assless chaps, and replacing them with a leopard print banana hammock. He quietly removes himself from the closet, leaning against the smooth doorframe of their bedroom.

"SHERLY" John hastly yells.

"JOHN, DON'T CALL ME THAT!" Sherlock responds.

"COME TO THE BEDROOM FOR A SECOND."

"WHY WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT?"

"JUST DO IT."

sherlock sighs, and slowly makes his way to the bedroom. Sherlock sees john standing in the doorframe, and snickers his adorable little laugh.

"Sherlock.." John seductively whispers.

"Yes, Johnnycakes?" Sherlock raises an eyebrow in curiosity.

"I need you to.. eat me." John grins, holding up the jar of jam and behind his back, pulls out a plate of freshly baked biscuits he had hid on the bed a little while before.

"Is this the present you said you had for me?" Sherlock does his famous half smile, gazing upon his partners half naked body.

"Yes this is the present." John was fairly nervous at this point and honestly thinking this whole idea was a bunch of rubbish, he already smeared the jam so he is forced to proceed.

"This is very nice of you John."

"So.. are you going to eat me now?"

"mm... maybe not at this current moment, let me get you your tea." Sherlock moves forward and gently plants a soft kiss upon Johns smooth cheek before returning to his duties in the kitchen.

"SHOULD I SHOWER?" John asks, hoping the answer is yes. He does not wish to go through with this plan any longer.

"IF YOU WISH, JOHNNYCAKES." Sherlock laughs from inside the kitchen, knowing that was the answer his John was hoping to receive.

John dashes to the bathroom, still carrying the jam and biscuits, he places them on the ground outside the bathroom door, closing himself inside and starting the shower. Sherlock makes himself and John their tea and patiently waits in the living room for john to finish his steamy shower. What a Christmas day it has been inside their small 221B Baker Street flat.