A/N: Happy Holidays! I'm sorry for not posting this sooner, I've been a bit busy. Anyways, here is a late Christmas present! Please enjoy!


Mrs. Hudson puttered around the flat, making the finishing touches to her Christmas decorations. Soon there would be a nice Christmas party, and she didn't want to miss such a wonderful opportunity to play matchmaker, even if the people she was trying to set up together already lived in the same flat. She giggled and finished hanging up mistletoe above the kitchen entrance. It was almost time.

However, during the party, John and Sherlock both avoided each other when making their way to the kitchen for more refreshments. Of course, other people were caught under the little sprig of trouble, but Sherlock and John were being very careful to not be under it at the same time as anybody else. Mrs. Hudson tutted disapprovingly, but didn't do anything to shove the two men together (as she should've…they were so obvious). Nevertheless, the party was extremely enjoyable and ran late into the night.

The next morning, Mrs. Hudson went up to the boys' flat to give them some leftover pastries. As she was let in and making her way to the kitchen, John and Sherlock accidentally crossed paths underneath the mistletoe. "Yoo-hoo, boys. Shouldn't you two be more aware of where you're standing?" The two men stopped walking and looked at her, confused. While Sherlock was still looking around him, realization hit John's facial features, and he glanced up and groaned.

"Really, Mrs. Hudson? Do we really have to do this?" Sherlock had finally caught on, and both were grimacing. The elderly lady was having none of that.

"Now, now, you two. You know what tradition dictates. No complaining," she directed towards Sherlock, who was about to whine and complain childishly. "Now kiss."

John sighed (he really wanted to eat breakfast now, thank you very much), stood up on the tips of his toes, and gave Sherlock a peck on the cheek. Sherlock blushed ever so slightly.

"No, no, that doesn't count! Only a kiss on the lips will do," Mrs. Hudson admonished gently. Both Sherlock and John rolled their eyes, but stopped when she leveled a disapproving glare at them.

John groaned again but was interrupted when Sherlock quickly cupped his cheek, bent down, and gently kissed his lips. Both flushed profusely but grinned. It seemed like they only had eyes for each other. Mrs. Hudson almost clapped her hands with joy, but caught herself, as she was still holding a plate of pastries.

"Finally! Happy Boxing Day, boys. Now, would you two like some goodies from last night?"


A/N: Happy Christmas and Happy New Year! If you're watching Sherlock, I wish you the best of luck. Again, Happy Holidays!