Not me writing my 10th yuumori and 8th johnlock fanfiction…
Wait.
Who needs some more MTP johnlock?
Well, I do.
I had this idea shortly before last New Year's Eve, but I changed a few things.
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Miss Hudson was in the kitchen, putting dry clean glasses on shelves, as she heard the door to 221 B open. While she was preparing the Christmas dinner, John volunteered to help her with last minute groceries, and went to get some ingredients she forgot. Apart from a few spices and sweets she asked him for, he brought huge clumps of mistletoe.
„That's a lot." – Miss Hudson gasped, looking at the green leaves heaping from the basket – „Do you plan to run around with it through the whole London and kiss every woman you meet?"
„Not at all. I want to decorate the living room with it, and maybe mine. I love the atmosphere of Christmas and I think the plant enhances it. Maybe you would like some, too?"
„No, thank you." – Miss Hudson smiled, politely rejecting the offer.
„I see." – John smiled, and glanced at Miss Hudson with a contemplating expression – „Shall we? If you don't mind, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable."
„It's fine."
John cheerfully took a twine of mistletoe, put his hand up to set the plan above heads and gave his landlady a small peck on the lips. His breath was hot and his clothes cold, still with some melting snow on them.
He chuckled softly, seeing Miss Hudson's soft blush. They exchanged warm smiles, as the door to the kitched opened and smell of tabacco and booze filled the room.
"Oh are you guys kissing under that mistletoe? Let me join!" – Sherlock exclaimed, and without giving any time for reply, he prompty reached for John's arm holding the mistletoe and put it upwards, as his other hand pulled them closer. Sherlock forced his lips against John's before the other could protest, and muffled the sound of objection. Surprised, John put his free hand on Sherlock's chest, to gesture him to stop, yet Sherlock responded by kissing him even harder, swirling his tongue in John's mouth, pressing his thigh against John's crotch.
Miss Hudson watched her tenants kiss with utter excitement. It was not a common affectionate peck under the mistletoe, no. She could notice two erections emerging through the fabrics, and feeling guily of such inproper behaviour on her part, she regretably took her eyes off the men's pants. They were comitting a serious crime in front of her, and she loved it. Under no circumstances would she let anyone know what she witnessed. Though, she would rewind and play the moment in her head over and over again.
„Miss Hudson, I am begging you, please forget what you have just seen!" – John exclaimed pleadingly, as he set himself free from Sherlock's arms.
„I don't mind, and I won't tell anyone. Please continue." – Miss Hudson replied with an excited expression, blushing and exhaling through her nose in arousal.
„See? She's fine." – Sherlock laughed, and eagerly continued kissing his partner intensely.
John noted that there was a side of Sherlock Holmes absolutely nobody should learn about through the books.