Love Actually

(A/N: A Sherlock/John oneshot in the spirit of Christmas and the movie, Love Actually –which is ironic because Martin Freeman was also in that. Anyway, please enjoy and review!)

John had been gone since yesterday. Sherlock had been bored since yesterday. Yesterday, they had finished a rather difficult case and had gone to celebrate with drinks. Sherlock ran these facts round and round his head as he wound his scarf around his neck and headed for the stairs with the intention of spending the night at Bart's. He was halfway to the door when he remembered he had left his riding crop upstairs and was about to turn back when he heard a knock. He swung open the door, expecting to see Lestrade with some new murder to occupy his mind but instead, saw a small man with blond hair and a jumper. John. Sherlock cocked his head to the side, wondering briefly why he had bothered to knock if he had a key. That's when he noticed the large poster-cards under his arm.

"John, what are you-

"Who is it, Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson's voice called from inside.
John held up his first card which read: Say it's carol singers.
"It's just carol singers, Mrs. Hudson, go back to bed and I'll get rid of them!" Sherlock called back into the house.
John set down a small CD player which he had been holding in his other hand and pressed play. The sound of silent night drifted up from the speakers. Sherlock watched skeptically as his friend held up another card.

Before I met you, I thought that by this time I would have a girlfriend that looked like this:

He held up a card plastered with pictures of gorgeous supermodels, followed by a card that said:

But to me…you are perfect.

Sherlock's eyes widened as his brilliant mind raced to grasp the meaning of those words.

And even though you will probably hate me...

And for saying this, I will probably hate myself...

My wasted heart will love you...

Until you look like this:

He held up a picture of a particularly brutal looking mummy. Sherlock felt his lips twitch into a smile despite himself, but it was soon swept away:

I'll have my things out by the week's end.

Merry Christmas Sherlock…

I love you.

John smiled tightly, his eyes blinking rapidly, obviously chasing back unbidden tears, grabbed his CD player and walked off down the street. Sherlock gaped after him for a moment before he heard Mrs. Hudson say, "Run after him, you great fool!"
Sherlock didn't need to be told twice. He sprinted off after him as fast as his long legs would go and spun John around to face him. The smaller man stared up at him in surprise until Sherlock closed the space between them, pressing his lips gently to John's. It ended quickly and Sherlock was flushed and anxious, shifting from foot to foot before John grabbed him by the lapels and yanked him back down for another kiss, firmer this time and open and all consuming until finally they broke apart, foreheads pressed together.
In the space between them, filled with the fog of their ragged breath, Sherlock whispered: "In case you were wondering, I actually love you too."

(A/N: Heh so, there it is :D Hope you liked it.)