Day 11: Sledding
"Come on, Sherlock! It will be fun." John pleaded.
"I don't see the point." Sherlock said, not budging from the couch. Sherlock had been pretty good so far on the vacation, but for some reason, he would not go along with this.
"It's sledding! It's just supposed to be fun."
I don't see what's fun about sitting on that, and sliding down a hill!" Sherlock argued.
John figured that Sherlock would need some coercing, so he sat down on the couch next to him and leaned in close.
"How about," he said, kissing Sherlock's neck. "If you don't like it…" Kiss. "We can come back here…" Kiss. "And I will ravage you…" Kiss. "In front of the fireplace…" Kiss.
Sherlock stiffened, and turned to look at John. "I hate it already." He said, jumping from the couch to go get his snow gear.
The boys had been walking through the snow for about 20 minutes, and John had finally found a good hill.
"Here we are." John said. "This one looks about right."
John started walking up the hill, and Sherlock followed him. When he got to about the top, he threw the sled down.
"D'you want to go first?" He asked.
Sherlock raised his eyebrows. "Uh, no. I think I should watch the master before I could even attempt to do it on my own." He said sarcastically.
John just glared at him, but leaned down to get on the sled. He got on, and grabbed onto the handle, and looked up at Sherlock.
"Oh, wow John. That looks like so much fun! When will I get to try?"
"Sherlock! I need a push to get started! Do you mind?"
Sherlock looked at John for a second, and then, keeping his hands in his pockets, lifted up his right leg, and kicked John in the back, pushing him forward, down the hill.
"Wha-? Sherlock!" John yelled behind him, gliding down the hill.
"Well, you said push." Sherlock said to himself.
John slowed to a stop at the bottom of the hill, and he got off of the sled, picked it up and started walking up the hill.
He shoved the sled into Sherlock's chest. "Your turn." He said, displeased.
Sherlock smiled and laid the sled down. He stared at it for a minute, and looked back at John.
"You know, there's room for two." He said.
"Oh, but who would push?" John asked bitterly.
They both smiled, and Sherlock climbed in, putting his feet in the little loop in the front, and John climbed in behind him, wrapping his legs around Sherlock. John reached his head up to rest his chin on Sherlock's shoulder. "Love you." John whispered in his ear.
"Love you, too."
Sherlock leaned forward, and they started sliding forward. They gained quite a bit of speed, and Sherlock could feel the cold air burn on his face.
John held tight to Sherlock, watching his dark curls bounce and whip around in the wind.
Sherlock looked up and found that they were heading straight towards a tree, and tried to lean and steer away from it.
This only caused the two men to fall off of the sled, tumbling in the snow.
"What was that for?" John asked.
"We were about to hit a tree!" Sherlock said defensively.
"Oh." John said, shaking his head, trying to get the snow out of his hair and face.
"Yea, so you should be thanking me right now."
John leaned over and kissed Sherlock, slowly, passionately.
"Mmm. I mean, I did just save your life. I think more thanks are in order." Sherlock said.
John got up and held a hand out to help Sherlock up.
They let the sled trail behind them as they walked hand in hand back to the cabin.