AN: Inspired by the season so I thought "What the hell, why not write some Halloween fluff." And the end word was too perfect to pass up therefore it ended up in 221B format. Enjoy!
I don't own Sherlock Holmes. John Watson has that honor.
Sherlock emerges from his room as the clock approaches1:00am. Restless, thanks to a murder case, his plan is to research uncommon poison delivery methods in hopes it might jolt something within his vast mind.
His steps are halted by the sight that greets him in the sitting room. John, passed out on the couch, surrounded by an impressive assortment of Halloween decorations. Earlier that afternoon John discovered Sherlock's fondness for the holiday and instantly became animated with the determination to celebrate it. He rushed to the shops for spider webs and skeletons before Sherlock could protest. Sherlock set to work whilst John embraced the spooky season.
Sherlock deduced that John must've exhausted himself in his over-exuberance, thus landing in a sleepy heap upon the couch instead of attempting the journey to bed. Sherlock felt a small smile working its way onto his face as he surveyed John's handiwork. Every piece of furniture was covered in spiderwebs, which where adorned with plastic arachnids. The walls had false, stick-on blood splatters. Extra skulls upon the mantel.
John grumbled, drawing Sherlock's attention to him. Knowing that John will be sore in the morning if he remains on the couch, Sherlock crouches beside him. He places a light kiss upon his hair. When John stirs he murmurs, with a faint trace of wry amusement "Boo."
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