Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock and that's probably for the best.
Author's note: Duckworth here. This is my first attempt at Johnlock Fluff. Read, review, and share the love. That is all.
It was a bleak Christmas night, the first Christmas since Sherlock had returned to 221B Baker Street. John was in the kitchen, making some homemade hot chocolate to ward if some of the cold that managed to seep into their flat despite the heater being turned up. After the hot chocolate was finished, John poured it into two mugs and added whipped crème and a pepper mint stick to each. He carried them out to the living room where Sherlock was laying on the couch looking at their little tree (they got one because John wanted a 'normal' Christmas).
Sherlock looked up and smiled at John who was still standing in the entrance to the living room. "Is that hot chocolate?" He asked and John walked over and handed him his mug.
"I hope you don't mind peppermint. I just thought it was fitting considering the day."
Sherlock chuckled, "Sentiment." John laughed a little too and took a sip, accidentally burning his tongue.
"Ow." He winced and Sherlock smirked
"Forget it was hot?" John rolled his eyes.
"Just make sure you don't burn yourself too if you think you're so clever." Sherlock took a drink himself and grinned.
"Not so difficult." Sherlock announced. There was a little bit of whipped cream just above his lip. John smiled and walked over to the tree, putting his mug on the table. He picked up a box he had wrapped and handed it to Sherlock.
"You have a little whipped cream on your face, but here. This is for you." He smiled and Sherlock began to unwrap it after setting his mug next to John's.
"I thought we both said no gifts." But he was also grinning. Finally he managed to open the box and inside was a new scarf. Taking it out of the box, Sherlock looked at John slightly confused.
"I thought you could use a new one after your fall." John looks at the ground and Sherlock can hear his heart beating faster. He stands up and rushes to John. Grabbing his friend in a hug, he whispers quietly "Thank you John. I love it." John smiles sadly and Sherlock starts to let go before thinking of something instead.
"I got you a present too." John turns and looks at Sherlock just as he presses their lips together in a chaste kiss. At first, John is startled and tenses but after a moment he relaxes into the moment and not pulling away. When they end the kiss they both just stare at each other for a moment.
"Sherlock" John says breathlessly, "Did you just…?"
Sherlock couldn't help but chuckle nervously a bit, "I think you can deduce that for yourself. But you didn't move away."
John nodded and flushed a bit red, "No, I suppose I didn't." Sherlock reached forward and laid his hand on John's cheek. This time they both leaned in. John lightly bit Sherlock's lip requesting access and Sherlock eagerly allowed it. Their kiss grew deeper and eventually they fell back onto the floor with Sherlock leaning over John. With their lips temporarily pulled away, John murmured, "Happy Christmas Sherlock."
The detective smiled and replied, "And a happy Christmas to you too my Dear John."
Tell me, love it hate it? Hit the review button! Sorry about the Christmas fic in July, but there are no rules against this. With love, Duckworth