John jogged up the stairs after a slow day of work at the surgery. There was just about a week left before Christmas and Mrs. Hudson was hustling around decorating.
"You know Mrs. Hudson, I'm not sure Sherlock wants you to decorate our flat for Christmas." He smiled politely.
She turned around. "Ahhh, Sherlock's such a scrooge. He's always grumpy for Christmas. I'm not letting him ruin my holiday spirit, I'm decorating whether he likes it or not." She replied sternly.
John chuckled and went into the kitchen. He didn't mind Mrs. Hudson decorating for them. He hadn't had a proper tree in years. He made himself a cupper and sat down and the living to read the paper.
Later that day Sherlock came drudging up the stairs. He looked like death. Lestrade followed closely behind. Sherlock clasped into a heap on the couch. John looked up from the paper.
"Bloody hello Sherlock, When was the last time you slept?" He yelled worryingly.
Sherlock mumbled a reply that sounded like last Saturday.
"Come on, let's get you into bed." John said trying to help Sherlock up.
` John managed to get Sherlock to the doorway before Sherlock's wait made him fall back against the wall. Behind him Lestrade was giggling like an idiot.
John gave him a look that could kill. "What are you laughing at?" He asked confused.
Lestrade giggled some more and pointed up to above Sherlock and Johns head. Mrs. Hudson had stung up a thing of Mistletoe. John rolled his eyes.
"I haven't got the time Lestrade." He sighed.
Greg stepped closer, blocking his path. "You and Sherlock aren't going anywhere in till you kiss under this mistletoe." He insisted.
"But detectives, He needs to get to sleep." John grunted.
"Oh for god sake!" Sherlock grumbled. He did his best to stand up, he took Johns face softly in his hand and bent down, kissing him gently on the lips. He felt Johns face go bright red. "Now if you will excuse me Detective Inspector I'm going to sleep." He yawned pushing Greg out of his way as he stumbled for the bedroom.
Mycroft was throwing a party and insisted Sherlock and John come, and that Sherlock had to bring his rather attractive detective friend along to. The party was small for Mycroft's standards, only around 130 people. There was plenty of room in his large estate. So the more the merrier. Most of the guest had left, only a few remained. Sherlock, John, and Gregory approached the door to leave.
"Did you enjoy yourselves?" Mycroft smiled.
"Yes, it was lovely." John complimented, stepping into the doorway with Sherlock. Greg broke out in another one of his boyish giggling fits.
John looked up, more mistletoe. This time he stood up on his tippy toes, taking Sherlock's face in his hands and kissing him softly. He tried to pull away but Sherlock wasn't allowing it, He returned John's embrace, holding It for as long as he could.
When he pulled away he rested his forehead on John's. "Merry Christmas." He smiled as Mycroft's Grandfather clock began to chime.
"Merry Christmas." John chuckled.
The two took each other's hands and began walking towards the car. Halfway there they realized Lestrade wasn't behind them. They turned and looked back. Mycroft had Greg lip locked under the mistletoe. Greg seemed to be enjoying himself. Sherlock laughed and him and John carried on towards the car without Greg.
To Idris.
Merry Christmas.
~Galli