"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock"

you let out a laugh as Jill spun you around again. You's two had been dancing to Christmas tunes, that had been playing non-stop on the radio, for the better part of a hour. You were suppose to be getting ready to go out to Jill friends house for Christmas dinner but you were having too much fun mucking about with Jill.

You had been living with her long enough to know that Jill wasn't the best cook in the world... Okay she could burn water: if such a thing were possible. It was lucky that this friend had insisted on you's coming over, otherwise you would have probably been eating a chippy tonight: after Jill had gave up on trying to cook dinner, of course.

"Oh goodness is that the time already?!" Jill asked looking at the clock, "we better get a move on or we'll be late!"

You laughed at this: Jill was always late for things.

Twenty minutes later you and Jill were off. You had decided to wear the purple dress Jill had given you that morning, it hugged your body nicely. The soft material hung round your shoulders and fell to just below your knees. Your shoes wear simple black flats and you had on your black leather jacket. Your mothers locket hung around your neck. You had to admit... You looked good. Jill had even been able to cover the bruise with foundation!

"So, this friend? What's she like?" You asked Jill.

"'He' is very kind, caring and loyal... When he wants to be." She chuckled.

"Are you and him...?" Your edged.

Jill let out a high tinkling laugh. You couldn't help smiling as you watched her.

"Oh no! He's a lot younger than me and we're just friends."

You thought about what Jill had said. You wondered just how much younger this friend was and how they had met.

"We're here." Jill said, pulling you from your thoughts.

You looked out the window to see the house of this 'friend' and your mouth all but dropped off.

" !" You breathed.

As you and Jill were getting out the car, the house door opened and two people made there way out to meet you. Mycroft was wearing a causal suit and was smiling at you in pleasant surprise: so they hadn't known that you'd be here as well. That made you feel better. Sherlock was wearing a purple shirt and black dress trousers. He looked... Really good. He was looking rather dejectedly down at the ground, like he really didn't want to be there.

"Is my company really that unwanted?" You asked with a smirk.

Sherlocks head jerked up in surprise and you couldn't help laughing. He smiled and ran up to you. Picking you up and spinning you around. You could hear Jill and Mycroft laughing as they watched the two of you. Once Sherlock set you down he took a hold of your hand.

You blushed as you saw Jill's eyes locked on your intertwined hands, a smile on her face.

"Dinner is almost ready." Mycroft said after a moment of silence.

Jill smiled at him,

"Well then, what are we waiting for?" She asked.

Mycroft put out his arm and Jill took it. Mmhmm just friends... Sure... You thought as Sherlock led you into the house.

The house interior was all white walls with gold trimmings and wooden flooring. It was huge, bright and clean... Too clean. It looked like a show house more that a home really. The dinning room had a large mahogany table set in the middle with twelve, gold and cream, chairs but only four places had been set.

"Mother and father are away on a business trip." Sherlock whispered in your ear. God what was with the mind reading?!

Mycroft and Jill started walking towards the two places set on one side of the table but Sherlock shouted out, stopping them mid stride,

"Mistletoe!"

You let out a laugh as, sure enough, there was the leathery leafed, white berries hanging over the two. Jill let out a giggle, blushing, and if you weren't mistaken so was Mycroft... There was a moment of silence in which Jill and Mycroft looked at each other. Then they kissed a quick peck on the lips before looking away.

Sherlock and you were in hysterics,

"See," you said trying to stop the laughter that was shaking your entire frame, "that wasn't so hard!"

Both Jill and Mycroft glared at you and Sherlock, still blushing.

"Ohhhhh touché." You and Sherlock crowed in unison.

A man, in a white apron, came in scurrying into the room, bowed, and addressed Mycroft,

"Dinner is ready sir."

The food was extraordinary. There was a huge crown turkey in the center, surrounded with plates upon plates of delicious foods. There was pigs in blankets, stuffing, various vegetables and every kind of potato imaginable. Once everyone was finished more people dressed in white aprons came in and cleared the table.

"So," you said, once all the trays had been carried away, " how did you two meet?"

Jill smiled and looked toward mycroft,

"Our parents," Mycroft said, looking toward you, "your grandparents, were very close. So me, Jill and Lisa grew up together."

You were shocked by the mention of your mothers name.

"You... You knew my mum?" You asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes." Mycroft said, a sad smile on his lips, "she was a remarkable woman."

You just nodded too shocked to form words. Then the desert plates were brought in and talk shifted to a cheerier topic.

Once you had finished eating you and Sherlock retreated up the stairs. Sherlock led you down another too clean hall, stopping in front of a door half way down and opening it for you. This room was different; the floor was still wooden but it had scorch marks littering it, the walls were a faded brown and covered in assorted posters, diagrams and other things. The room looked lived in and despite the mess it was welcoming and cosy looking.

Sherlock led you to the bed and you sat down. Sherlock reacted under the bed, producing a simple black paper bag and handed it to you. You looked at it for a moment then at his smiling face before opening it. Inside there was a small, navy blue, jewellery box.

Taking it out you examined the box more closely. It was about the length of your hand (wrist to fingertips) and had hinges running down one side. Slowly you opened the box and gasped.

Inside, on a velvet bed, was a silver charm bracelet with six individual charms hanging from it. There was; a silver and green tree, a silver violin, a blue scarf, a black tennis racket, a silver miniature bandstand and at the end was a sliver and purple present.

"It's beautiful Sherlock." You said, smiling up at him. Sherlock just smiled and took the box from you. He lifted out the bracelet and held it out for your hand. You smiled as Sherlock fastened it around your wrist.

"So this is your..." You said looking up, and there on the roof were those traitorous white berries. Sherlock looked up to and muttered a furious 'Mycroft' under his breath.

You looked back at Sherlock, who was now looking at you, and you blushed. Sherlock let out a chuckle but when you looked up he was blushing slightly too. He really was handsome especially now with the way his blush seemed to soften his usually sharp features... And stopping that train of thought right there.

Sherlock lifted his hand to caress the side of your face and you couldn't help leaning into the touch. He gave you a small smile before very slowly leaning in. His lips brushed yours in a soft kiss.

The pressure of his lips on yours was... Exhilarating.

You wound your hands into his hair, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Your lips moved in sinc for a moment before Sherlocks teeth skimmed your bottom lip, causing a shiver to traveled down your spine.

Eventually you had to pull away to breath. Sherlocks lips traveled down your throat, kissing a scorching trail to the base of your neck. Once he reached the crock between your neck and shoulder he lightly bit down and sucked.

After a moment Sherlock seemed to come back to himself and pulled away, refusing to make eye contact with you. You smiled. He was being shy.

Sherlock. Holmes. Shy!?

You pressed your lips to Sherlock cheek. He looked up and gave a sheepish smile,

"Sorry, got a little carrier away..." His blush deeper as he spoke.

"I wasn't complaining." You said surprised by your own confidence.

He placed a light kissed on your lips before resting your heads together,

"Merry Christmas, Sherlock." You sighed

"Merry Christmas, (your name)."

AN: Merry Christmas guys and a happy new year!

~ Okay! Many happy returns and I'll be with you again soon... ;)