Day 7: Reindeer Antlers
"Sherlock! We have to pack. We leave tomorrow!" John said.
"But I don't want to!" Sherlock whined.
"Well, it would have been done yesterday, but you… Interrupted me." John said, smiling.
"Oh, you liked it." Sherlock said, wrapping his arms around John's waist.
"That doesn't mean that it was productive." John said, pushing him off and walking past him to put some clothes in their suitcase. "Lestrade very nicely let us use his cabin, and I would like to enjoy it. And that means not being cold! Now hand me that jacket."
Sherlock picked up the jacket and handed it to John who neatly put it into the suitcase. John closed the suitcase, pressing the contents down until he could fully close the bag.
Sherlock looked over at the bed, and saw the antlers that had fallen out of the closet yesterday, sitting underneath where the jacket had been.
John turned around and saw the antlers sitting atop Sherlock's head.
"What are you doing?" John asked.
"I don't know. I thought they were… cute." Sherlock said, reaching up and playing with the antlers.
"But last year at the Christmas party, you refused to wear them. Said they were stupid, if I remember correctly." John said.
"Well, I've changed my mind, now haven't I?" Sherlock said coyly.
John reached a hand up and played with the antlers, touching a curl on his way down. "They suit you, you know. You should wear them more often. Maybe even in bed. I know how much you liked my Santa hat yesterday."
"Yes, yes I did." Sherlock said.
"Now…" John said, looking up into Sherlock's eyes seductively. "Now I finish packing." He said, patting Sherlock on the shoulder, walking past him.
Sherlock turned around, watching John leave. "What time do we leave tomorrow?" He called after John.
"Nine." John called behind him. "Make sure you're ready! I don't want to sit around waiting for you!"