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~Chapter 6: The First Snow, Fireworks and Mistletoes~

P.O.V: Sherlock Holmes

When competing for the same thing, one may have to do something…unexpected. Luckily, that was Sherlock's specialty. He wanted to give Joan – Watson! Or does it really matter? I'll have to pick a name – something special for the holiday. But the man named Jeff had already gifted her with her favorite food, taken her out to see some shows, took her out to dine. All classical romantic gestures were out of the window. Not that Sherlock was considering being romantic, no, of course not. He was just merely listing of what he has to compete with, which were all very romantic gestures.

~Later That Evening~

"Sherlock where are we going?" Joan – he had finally decided on a name! – asked. They were at dock. Sherlock had called in a few favors for this gift, but he was sure she would like it. Sherlock began boarding the boat when he noticed that Joan was not right behind him. He turned to face her and saw her with her arms crossed with a stern face.

"I assure you this is not another case, or another test for you."

"Then what is it?" she asked. Was she always this incredibly stubborn?

"It is a surprise. I cannot tell you or else it ruins it." He stared at her and watched her initial surprise from his answer to a suspicious look. He gestured for her to come and she finally budged. As she walked past him a wave of the smell of her shampoo assaulted him. I must be going insane! Despite the battle roaring within him, the part that had fallen for Joan was content to have her with him instead of Jeff. His logical side said that he was going absolutely insane over one woman. But as he thinks this, he thinks of Irene. He had spiraled down into a pit of despair because of her.

"So what now?" she asked. Her question snapped him out of his thoughts. But thankfully something else caught her attention before he could think of a retort. A loud exploding sound caused Joan to look out over the water. His surprise had started on time. He watched Joan's face light up with excitement as the show proceeded. He could not stop the smile that was trying to come on his face. She was excited and happy. "Is this the surprise?" Joan asked as she redirected her attention back to him. He simply nodded his head. She returned her attention to the show.

Moments later Sherlock felt something wet on his forehead. Just as he predicted it had begun to snow. He watched Joan as she smiled even wider at the sight of snow.

"The first snow," she mumbled as she closed her eyes and smiled and leaned her head back. When she opens them again she looks at the mistletoe that was hanging above them. In this moment Sherlock feels nervous. She then looks at him. "How much of this did you plan?" she asked suspiciously.

"Just the fireworks," he said. Half-truth. He did plan the fireworks, but he also picked the night with the more probable chances of snow as well as the placement of said Christmas item. However, his question to her was in the placement of the item. She continued studying him. Surely she must see the question I want to ask her! Sherlock thought in frustration at the amount of time she was consuming.

Then, he got his answer.

Joan leaned forward and kissed him. He couldn't understand how he could feel so many sensations in just one kiss. He was scared yet anticipating what further sensations he could feel from other means. The kiss had started as an innocent answer to his question and grew. Like oxygen to fire, the kiss consumed almost every part of Sherlock's mind. He gently placed his hand on her cheek to deepen the kiss. Her arms were wrapped around his neck pulling herself closer to him, or he to her…it doesn't matter. His other arm was around her waist pulling her closer as well. He felt her smile against her lips and in reaction to it, his own lips began to form a smile of sorts.

The snow began to fall more frequent. The last firework went off. His plan succeeded. He never wanted to see Jeff at the brownstone again. Or any man for that matter. He wanted to keep her to himself.

P.O.V: Joan Watson

She was sure that he planned much more than just the fireworks. She was also pretty sure that with the mysterious mistletoe, a question was being asked. She had decided to answer it non-verbally and pretend that she believed that he only meddled with the fireworks.

But the kiss was much more than what she expected. She thought for a second that she felt the fireworks that were going off in the distance. With the dual sensation of having his hand on her waist and his lips on hers she was sure that if she didn't hold on she would have fallen. She broke the kiss and just leaned her forehead against his and closed her eyes to help her steady her breath.

"Joan," he whispered, "I have something that I wish to convey to you," there was a pause. "I don't want you to seek anyone else. I don't want you to go on that horrid online dating site anymore. I want you to very much remain at the brownstone and not get married to someone else and move out." She hears another pause and decides to open her eyes and look at him. He holds her gaze, refusing to let go. She saw a turmoil of emotions in his eyes.

"Sherlock…"

"Let me say this Joan. I am better with you, you are my better half. I need you to stay with me. If I'm to be addicted to anything at this moment, it would be to you. Our partnership has benefited us, I would like to try to be something more than just our current partnership."

"I love you too," Joan said as she kissed him.