There was less than a month left until Christmas and all John wanted was to spend time with Sherlock.
John had tried everything to catch his boyfriend's attention-from baking him pies to looking for interesting cases for him- but nothing seemed to interest Sherlock; he seemed aloof during the last few weeks. No matter what John tried, Sherlock always seemed to avoid him by inventing silly excuses to leave the flat and not come home until very late at night. They hadn't spent more than 10 minutes together a day during the last weeks and the only kisses they'd had were mere pecks on the cheeks.
John was starting to lose hope in having a wonderful holiday with the person he loved the most in the world, so on December 1st, when he arrived to the flat after his shift at the hospital, he decided to stop trying to convince Sherlock through indirect remarks and presents to spend time with him. If he wants to, he will said John to himself as he turned opened the door to the flat they shared.
When he entered, everything was dark. Not even Mrs. Hudson seemed to be home, since not a light was on, and not a single noise was audible. He found this very odd, since he and Sherlock had agreed to always leave at least one light on when they left the apartment, so that they wouldn't have to return to a completely empty and dark home after a long day of work.
John walked slowly into the flat, waiting for his eyes to get used to the poor lighting so he could find the switch on the wall on his left, when suddenly a deep voice said: I've been expecting you. It was him. John hadn't realized until that moment that he hadn't heard Sherlock's voice in a very long time.
Unexpectedly, a very dim light appeared in front of his eyes, followed by about a dozen more. They were candles that were illuminating the whole room in a mysterious yet cozy atmosphere. In the middle of the candles, a smiling Sherlock was standing, wearing nothing but his pajamas.
"What is all this?" asked John, a little suspicious of what Sherlock's intentions might have been.
"Oh, just a little surprise I've been planning," replied Sherlock with a smirk. John couldn't help it, but it made him blush to see Sherlock smile like that.
"So this is why you've been so distraught lately?"
"I'm sorry, love, I just wanted this to be a surprise for you."
Sherlock smiled as he walked toward John and hugged him tenderly. John smiled when he smelled Sherlock's scent and felt his curls on his face. Sherlock broke the embrace too soon, but before John could protest, he looked at the ceiling above them. John followed his glance and saw a piece of mistletoe hanging over them.
"Oh, no, you didn't," said John.
"Oh, yes, I did," replied Sherlock before placing a soft kiss on John's expecting lips.
John pressed his tongue against Sherlock's lips to ask for entrance and Sherlock opened his mouth eagerly. They tasted each other cautiously, as if this was their first kiss; John tasted like coffee and cream and Sherlock tasted like peppermint. All they could hear was the sound of their hearts beating as one, while they explored each other's mouths slowly and lovingly.
John thought this could've been the best kiss he ever had.