A/N: Another version of In the Morning, only this time, it's at night XD
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes' stories or characters (or movie). They belong to Arthur Conan Doyle
I stared up at the mistletoe hung over us. Holmes was right next to me. I mentally rolled my eyes. Oh, how wonderful.
"You're not thinking about-"
"Certainly not." He smirked. "Though I do think you would want to steal a kiss from me, Watson."
"Shut up, Holmes." I said, slightly annoyed and disturbed. Holmes nodded and began strolling away into the snow filled streets. I could see him remove a smoking pipe from his pockets and light it up. He casually looked back at me.
"Stand there all you want but nobody's going to come up and kiss you at this hour of the night." He hollered.
I chuckled and strode towards him.
"You're a madman." I smiled, resting my cold hands in my warm pockets. Holmes shook his head.
"I'm not just any madman, Watson. I'm an intelligent madman."
It was late and I was tired. But I managed to gather up all the liveliness left in me and cheerfully wished my friend a merry Christmas.
To which he replied, "Merry Christmas to you, Mother Hen."