A/N: Merry Christmas, everyone! My present to you all is a longer chapter! I decided to end this story on New Years. Maybe New Years Eve, depending on when I have wi-fi. So, don't worry- this story's not over yet! I'll see you all then!
There is a little kiss in this chapter, but they aren't together yet. You'll have to wit until New Years for that. Aren't I evil?
Also, if you guys want me to continue with a non-advent story, I could. Your choice! Onwards!
Previously...
Sherlock stroked John's hair softly. The small man was asleep, and Sherlock didn't want him to leave. Ever. He wrapped his arms around John's torso as they lay there. He buried his head in John's neck and breathed in his scent. Laying a soft kiss on John neck, Sherlock slipped easily into sleep.
They laid together until morning, when Sherlock woke up to John's soft breath on his neck.
"Wake up, Sherlock! It's Christmas!" John whispered into Sherlock's ear. The taller man opened his eyes sleepily.
"Mmmphf... Five more minutes..." he murmured groggily, closing his eyes again. John chuckled, his chest vibrating, causing Sherlock to smile into John's neck.
John played with Sherlock's hair while he waited for his flatmate to wake up. He twisted the long locks around his fingers, smiling slightly at the softness of his hair.
"Ready to get up now?" John asked sitting up. He suddenly realized that he was straddling Sherlock. Blushing a bit, he jumped up and walked over to the staircase, leading to his room.
"Where... y' goin'?" Sherlock mumbled, squinting his eyes open.
"I'm just getting your gift from my room. I'll be right back," John told him from the doorway, slipping away.
A few minutes later, when John came back in, he saw Sherlock holding another present, probably for John.
"Here you go," John told Sherlock, gently lobbing the gift towards him. Sherlock caught it without looking and threw John his gift. He walked over to John and sat next to him on the sofa.
"Open yours first!" John said, turning towards Sherlock. The detective ripped off the paper and examined the book underneath.
"Poisons! Thank you, John!" Sherlock said happily.
"As long as you use this as a guide for what not to feed me, then you can keep it," John teased him.
"Now open yours!" Sherlock said, the Christmas cheer making him giddy.
John ripped off the paper for his present, and grinned when he saw the jumper. "This is wonderful, Sherlock! Thanks!" John exclaimed, pulling his flatmate into a hug. Sherlock stayed stiff for a second, before relaxing into John's arms.
After a breakfast of omelets and cereal, Sherlock and John sat on the sofa together. Suddenly, John remembered a certain decoration that Mrs. Hudson had put up on the 8th.
Glancing up at the mistletoe above their heads, John leaned over and planted a kiss on Sherlock's cheekbone.
Sherlock turned to John, thoroughly surprised. John pointed up and mumbled "mistletoe".
Sherlock kissed John's cheek in return and snuggled up against his side.
That was Sherlock's favorite Christmas. He had gotten all he wanted- John.