This drabble is based on a tumblr prompt: 25 Days of Fics: Christmas Tree.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock, or Christmas, or Christmas Trees. Happy Holidays!
"About time you got here. What took so long then?"
Molly Hooper had just opened her door, expecting the caller on the other side. It was Sherlock Holmes; well, his voice anyway. His form was obscured by a 7 foot Christmas tree that blocked the front door.
"I would have been here sooner, but the first lot I went to was way overpriced for the selection they had to offer. At the second lot, I was asked to leave. The proprietor didn't take kindly to me calling him out for his affair with his wife's sister."
"I can't imagine why he would have been upset," Molly interrupted.
"Regardless, I was successful at the last establishment. If you wouldn't mind grabbing a branch, I'm having a bit of trouble fitting it through."
Molly giggled and did as he asked. After a bit of a struggle, they managed to get the tree through the door. It took them a few minutes to find a suitable spot and set it up with the stand she had stored with her Christmas decorations. Molly had mentioned to Sherlock earlier in the day about her lack of tree and her plan to get a small plastic one. He'd surprised her yet again, stating the he would get her tree and bring it round her flat that evening.
"Thank you for this. I don't know what to say."
"Perhaps you might whip up some of those fried raviolis and then those little tarts you made for Marys' birthday?"
"Of course." Though it was true he didn't eat while on a case, Sherlock had a voracious appetite when he had nothing to do. He found that he rather enjoyed Molly's cooking. It was a nice change of pace to the take away he usually had.
"You know you didn't have to do this," she told him as she began pulling out ingredients and cookware. "I would have been content with the little plastic one. Less mess and no fuss."
"I know you would have been content, but I would rather you were happy this holiday season. We don't have the best track record when it comes to this holiday. I intend to rectify that by making sure this one is perfect."
She wasn't sure what to say. Sherlock wasn't one for flowery language, so the force behind his words brought a smile to her face, and warmth to her heart. "As long as I have you here with me, it will be."
They rest of the evening was spent putting up decorations and eating far too much food. Molly told him about her ornaments, and for his part, Sherlock was attentive. He even enjoyed himself if he was being honest. It was no burden being in her company, and, as an added bonus, he rather enjoyed the way her shorts and vest would ride up whilst she placed the ornaments on the higher branches.
She of course caught him. And took it upon herself to tease him a bit. When it came time for the angel, she made a point of bending over and rummaging about a bit in the storage box. Suddenly he was behind her. She could feel his excitement and was pleased when he spun her around and lifted her into his arms. He started for her bedroom.
"What about the rest if the decorations?" she asked with glint her eyes, whilst wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Oh I think they'll keep till morning."
