25 Days of Christmas
Johnlock Edition
Day Two
Making Christmas Cards
"Sherlock!" John called as he entered the flat, nudging the door shut with his hip. He was laden down with groceries again and expected his boyfriend to come and actually help him this time. They had managed to set up a sort of pattern for when the consulting detective would come and help him. Around the holidays was one such time, mostly because there was so much extra shopping to do.
He spied the familiar curly head of his flatmate as Sherlock exited their room, coming into the kitchen with a rather disgruntled look. John merely smiled sweetly at him before gesturing with one hand to the other part of the bags he hadn't yet gotten to. He reached in and pulled out a few more items to place them in the fridge - easily avoiding the shelf he had managed to call the experiment shelf. They had planned on a mini fridge for Sherlock's experiments, but they hadn't gotten around to it yet. Also known as Sherlock had drug him all over London on chases for the past few days. Since he had decorated the flat actually.
Amusement shot through the army doctor and he chuckled, turning back around to put away the dry goods when he spotted Sherlock eyeing a colorful box that he'd pulled out of the bag by his feet. He crossed the kitchen, leaning just right next to Sherlock so that he could see what he had picked up.
"John what are these?" Sherlock asked, turning his head to look at the shorter man.
The blonde moved to get a better look before laughing. "Christmas cards, Sherlock. You know, you send them out to family and friends?"
"Yes John I know what a christmas card is but where on Earth did you get the picture?" he asked, scowling at him.
John grinned and plucked the box from his fingers neatly. "You were sleeping," he responded simply, pressing a light kiss to Sherlock's cheek before leaving the kitchen. "And you can't destroy these while I'm sleeping either, Sherlock, I will know!" he called back, having caught the tail end of Sherlock's grumbling. John merely smiled and hid them away in his closet, thoroughly amused by the glare that Sherlock sent his way. After all, it wasn't every year he could send out cards of a sleeping Sherlock Holmes with a santa hat on his head now was it?