Christmas
"Sherlock get in here right now! You said you'd help me so come and help me!" John called from the kitchen. It was Christmas and John and Sherlock were hosting the party again. Sherlock slouched down in his seat and pouted.
"Go on Sherlock. As his boyfriend you have to help John." Mycroft teased smirking. Sherlock glared at him and heaved himself out the chair. He grumbled something about boyfriends. Yes they were an item as Mycroft and Harry frequently reminded their siblings. Sherlock walked into the kitchen where John was cooking Christmas dinner.
"I cannot do this on my own Sherlock." Sherlock walked up to John and wrapped his arms around John's waist.
"And you can't flirt your way out of it." Sherlock looked slightly disappointed but gave in.
"What am I doing then?"
"Carve the turkey." Sherlock set to work.
"But don't destroy it" John added when he saw how brutal Sherlock was being. John started to serve the vegetables. They were soon setting plates of food on the table. John called everyone in to eat.
It was quite a crowded table. There was Molly, Greg, Harry, Mycroft, Mrs Hudson, and obviously John and Sherlock. John suddenly noticed the tree in the corner.
"Sherlock what have you done to the tree?" It was half dead and had a severed head on top instead of the angel.
"Ah yes, about that..."
"You said that head was for a case!" Molly exclaimed.
"Well I haven't been giving him any cases. John asked me not to over the Christmas holidays." Greg informed her. John winced at the last bit.
"You told him not to give me cases? It's your fault I've been bored then!"
"Sherlock we are meant to spend time together, we are a couple, remember?"
"We spend time together when we do cases!"
"I don't want to be chasing a criminal all the time!" Harry was staring at Sherlock. It was the first time she had met him and although she had heard a lot from her little brother she was not expecting this.
"Sherlock, if you keep behaving like this I'm sure Doctor Watson will get fed up. I can't see how he hasn't already." Mycroft added as an afterthought.
"Um Mycroft, just call me John. And I couldn't get fed up with him." John took Sherlock's hand under the table. Sherlock smiled at John.
"See John. What did I tell you?"
"We said we weren't going to mention that conversation again, Harry."
"I didn't specifically say which one it was..."
"Shut up." John couldn't be bothered to think of a better comeback.
"Anyway..." Molly intervened trying to get a proper conversation going.
"Would anybody like some wine?" John offered. He poured everyone a glass and deliberately only gave Harry a small glass.
"Hey John!"
"Harry..."
"I'm not a drunk anymore! And I became a drunk because of Clara."
"Fine fine." John gave in, thinking it wasn't worth putting up a fight. Sherlock's phone buzzed and almost as soon as he had pulled it out John had taken it off him.
"Oi!"
"No phones at the table." Just then John's phone buzzed and completely ignoring his own rule he looked at it. "It's only Jim wishing us a 'Merry Christmas.' Huh." John put away both phones and carried on eating.