25 Days of Christmas
Johnlock Edition
Day Eleven
Snogging in Front of the Fireplace
The cookies from earlier were successfully baked and decorated with only a minor mess to clean up afterwards - namely frosting on the cookies ( and the counters and the wall ) because it was no easy job to frost the cookies. But now it was over with and both men were relaxing in front of their fireplace with a plate of cookies to share and a cup of tea each. They'd opted to sit on cushions on the floor, it was more comfortable for the moment. Sherlock was curled into John's side, head resting on his shoulder with his blogger's hand running through his curls idly. Both of them were occupied by the books they were reading but small moments happened where one of them would shift and pull the other closer to press a gentle kiss to a temple or a neck.
Really it was just a good day for them to be cuddly, there were no cases coming in and they could relax with each other. They spent a lot of their time this way, just curled up together. It was their own form of releasing the stress or the adrenaline from chasing the bad guys through the streets of London.
John found himself pulled out of his book by the feeling of Sherlock's lips pressed into the hollow of his throat. A light hum slipped out and he gently pulled his fingers through the man's curls again with a small smile. He turned his head slightly and pressed a light kiss against his forehead before Sherlock was lifting his head and their lips met. It was sweet and gentle really, something they found themselves exchanging quite often.
As was per usual for the blonde he often found himself wondering how he somehow managed to come into this crazy man's life. How the cards had managed to lay themselves just right that he somehow found Sherlock and managed to become his friend and then his lover. But for today, for this moment, he didn't let his mind wander. He stayed present and only smiled into the kiss as he pulled his lover closer to him, fingers tangling more into the dark curls.
That night there were two hearts beating in sync, and they had been since John and Sherlock first met in that laboratory at Bart's.
