So sorry this took so long to get up! I've been super busy with finals and getting home for the holidays but now you should have a lot of updates as I try to get all the prompts up by Christmas. ^^ Please Review and enjoy! (Sorry this one isn't as good...)

25 Days of Christmas

OTP: Johnlock

Day 11: Snogging in Front of the Fireplace

Sherlock's eyes watched John as the blogger flipped through that days paper. The day had been slow, no cases or errand to be run. The two men had been using it to just relax, or at least, John had. As always, Sherlock's mind was busy with a personal case that had had him curious ever since the party.

That kiss.

Yes, that kiss had him most curious. John's reaction wasn't what he had expected and while he pushed the incident out of his mind for the past couple of days, he was now starting to wonder once more. While the blogger had been hesitant at first, eventually he had kissed the detective back. While Sherlock was only preforming an experiment at the time the emotions that arose within him, despite his efforts to push them away, were shocking and undeniable. Now the question was, did John feel the same and how could Sherlock find out.

"John," Sherlock said smooth tone that caused John to look up with a small hum.

"Why don't you say we have a few drinks, celebrate the holiday season just the two of us," he said, gaining a quizzical look from the blogger.

"I didn't think you really drank. Or cared about the Holidays," John answered.

The consulting detective only shrugged. "I'm interested in seeing what the fuss is all about."

John sighed and stood. "I'll get the drinks than." Really, there was no use in arguing, if Sherlock wanted to get in the holiday spirit then John was all for it.

He set out a couple glasses while Sherlock pulled out his violin to play a few Christmas carols.

Filling the glasses with an amber liquid he handed on to Sherlock who paused in his playing to drink it. John sat back down and drank slowly at his own. The taller man picked his stringed instrument back up onto his shoulder and finished the song before continuing onto another one. As the sky grew dark outside the window, the man finally set the violin aside and started a fire in the fireplace.

By this time, with a little urging from Sherlock, John was on his fourth or fifth glass and it was clear by his face and his actions that he was starting to get rather intoxicated.

Within the next hour John was sitting in front of fireplace and patting the floor next to him. "Sherlock! Come join me! The fire is really nice," he cried with a little more exuberance than was really needed.

Sherlock smirked but took a seat next to John. "Have another drink John," he said, offering the bottle.

John shook his head. "No no, I'm sure I've had enough," he said.

"Oh no, I insist," Sherlock said with a rather mischievous grin.

"Oh I see, well if you insist," John said with a slight slur to his words and held out his glass at a slight angle. Sherlock filled it and watched as John downed it in a matter of minutes.

The blogger's eyes were glossy and even sitting it was clear that he was having trouble keeping his balance. This was his chance and Sherlock knew he had to take it before John passed out completely.

"John…" he said softly and John looked over with a smile, allowing Sherlock to lean in and press his lips against the alcohol flavored ones of the shorter man.

Much to Sherlock's surprise, John didn't hesitate in kissing him back and in a matter of seconds the kiss was almost as heated as the fire that blazed behind them. It was several long moments before Sherlock was forced to break off the kiss as John started to wander.

They both licked their lips as John stood, staggering.

"Let me help you," Sherlock said and John didn't answer but allowed Sherlock to help him to bed. Once he was all settled, Sherlock headed back out to the sitting room, pulling his knees up as her thought.

Once again the kiss was not what he had expected. It was hot and passionate and there was something there that he could feel, even through John's drunken stupor. And his own physical reactions, the ones he couldn't control, the heat in his chest and stomach, the buzzing in his brain and the tingle on his lips, even minutes after the kiss was over. Interesting, very interesting indeed. The only problem now was for once he didn't know what to do next.