Day 2: Cuddling Somewhere

"John, this is ridiculous," Sherlock yelled, putting his gloves back on after warming his hands together.

"No, it's not!" John yelled back, giving the huge snowball one last push back to the half-finished snowman. "You act like a stubborn 5-year old half the time, why do you suddenly have to be so mature when it comes to stuff actual 5-year olds love?"

John stopped in his tracks, bending his knees to get a good hold on the snowball. "Come help me now, you big baby!"

Reluctantly, Sherlock walked over to John and grabbed a hold on the snowball too. Together, they lifted the snowball up and on top of the two others. The snowman was huge, and with a smile, John pulled up a carrot, a few stones and a scarf from his pocket. He gave Sherlock the carrot and a couple of stones while putting the scarf around the snowman's neck.

Sherlock had a very grumpy face when he stabbed the top of the carrot right in the middle of the snow face like he used to stab knives in the wall on the inside of 221b. After a couple of minutes, Sherlock had placed all the pebbles on the snowman and John had found a shovel and arms.

"John, I'm cold!" Sherlock complained loudly while John admired their afternoon work.

"Come on, then, let's go inside," John said, putting an arm around his waist, full aware of the fact that Sherlock was not cold; he just didn't like most of the stuff he made him do.

Inside 221b, it was the perfect temperature, but John had however made hot chocolate. Sherlock had lied down on their sofa, yelling at the TV and how stupid the people there were.

"Care to give me some space here, too?" John said, carrying two large mugs with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Sherlock gave him a quick glimpse before scooping over and leaving enough space for John to sit down.

As soon as the hot chocolate was gone and the mugs were on the table, John let out a content sigh before changing position and spreading his legs apart just enough for Sherlock's body to fit there.

"C'mere," he said with a smile while putting his arms around the dark haired man. Sherlock scooped over to John and lay down on him, his head resting on the shorter man's chest, stomach to stomach. They both moved a little to get more comfortable before both fell silent, John muting the telly before stroking Sherlock's back in soothing circles.

"So did you have fun today?" he asked with a laugh.

Sherlock let out a grunt. "I don't see how you can think that such childish games will ever amuse me."

John chuckled and pulled Sherlock even closer, loving how his arms scooped in underneath him, holding him.

Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled when John pulled him closer, so he snaked his arms around John's chest and back. Not daring to say that he secretly enjoyed the childish stuff John made him do.