Day 1: Christmas Card
"Sherlock!" John called. "Get back here! It is our first year as a couple together, we need to send out a Christmas card!"
"But John!" Sherlock whined sitting on the couch next to John. "This is boring! I should be helping Lestrade out on his case."
John had been trying to sit his partner down and make a Christmas card for a week, and had finally had enough. It was the first day of December, and John wanted to at least have some pictures to put in it.
"You can sit out one case. You said that it was easy anyway!"
"That doesn't mean that I don't want to still go and see it! What if it is gory? You know how I like the gory ones."
"Lestrade said that it was a strangling! How could a strangling be gory?" John asked.
Sherlock looked down at his feet. "I don't know. It just could."
"You're just trying to get out of this! We are doing this, whether you like it or not." John said sternly.
"Fine. Where do you want me?" Sherlock asked, standing.
John stood up after his boyfriend and wrapped his arms around his waist. "Well, I know where I want you right now," John said in his lover's ear. "But for now, we can sit in front of the fireplace. Mrs Hudosn, we're ready!" John called.
The landlady scurried into their flat with a digital camera in hand. "Sorry dear. It needed to be charged! Ok, ready?"
"Sure," Sherlock grumbled.
The two boys sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace, Sherlock with a pained smile on his face while Mrs. Hudson stood and took pictures.
"Ok," John finally said, standing. "How about a couple of us standing in front of the mantle.
Sherlock huffed, and after John swiftly elbowed him in the side, promptly smiled.
A few pictures in, John turned to look at his boyfriend. He then planted a big kiss on his cheek, Mrs. Hudson snapping away. John knew Sherlock wasn't one for Public Displays of Affection, so he wasn't surprised when he tensed up. But he quickly relaxed, placing an arm around John, and kissing him back on the lips.
After Mrs. Hudson had left, John picked up the camera, and flipped through the pictures.
"Oh, these will be great!" He said quietly. "We will just add one of the other day when I finally got you on the ferris wheel and this will be great."
Sherlock rolled his eyes from across the room. John knew how Sherlock felt about heights, but had never been on the famous ferris wheel in London, and had dragged Sherlock along. Sherlock had clung to John the whole time, but John had managed to capture a few good pictures of the two of them.