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10 December 2015, Thursday:
"What could possibly have happened all the way out here?"
Sherlock had John under the pretense that they were out in the middle of nowhere for a case that reached at least a Level 8 on his personal scale. What it really was, was their day to pick a tree. Sherlock had simply wanted it to be a surprise.
Mycroft had been easy to bribe into lending some muscle for the day. Also transportation for their way back to London. His men were all over the area, ready to assist the moment John chose the tree he wanted.
The blond stared at the sign on the wooden building and sent Sherlock an amused glare. "You couldn't just tell me that this was what we were going to be doing today?"
"I wanted it to be a surprise," said Sherlock, unrepentant.
"You git. How are we going to-"
In that moment, three men in fashionable suits stepped up behind the doctor, two holding thick rope and the third with an ax in hand. John merely stared for the better part of a minute, before shrugging and swinging his arms.
"Okay then! Let's hunt down a nice one!"
Linking fingers with Sherlock, John started leading them off to the shop, trudging through the snow that reached up to his calves easily. He was smiling, which meant that he was happy. And not the happy - I'm about the beat the shite out of you. - kind of grin. Nor was it the - you fucked up - kind of grin. It was a warm and fuzzy one that made Sherlock proud that he'd gotten the decision right.
After smooth talking the owner of the land, Sherlock and John - plus their additions - made their way out into the snowy forest of trees that were grown specifically for Christmas and decorating.
John seemed to know what he wanted.
"Eight to ten feet," he had said. "We don't want it to be too large, but at least have it be of good height. I also want a full body. Nothing sparse. City shops sell you emaciated trees for more than they're worth. This one has to be just right."
He tsked and sneered the further then went, until his eyes landed on one particular tree and he sent Sherlock the widest grin he could manage.
With a nod, Sherlock gestured for the hired men to do what they came there for and the friends-soon-to-be-lovers watched merrily as the three did all the hard work, leaving them to bundle together to keep warm.
"You do realise that we're going to have to take time to decorate this as well as the flat, right?"
"Obviously," Sherlock sniffed, "I've set aside the twelfth. We'll spend tomorrow shopping for the decorations."
John didn't stop beaming the rest of the evening. He even pulled Sherlock into another kiss at the doorway after deliberately stopping under the mistletoe.
While the tree was being put in the stand, Sherlock slipped away in order to see the advent for the day. This present was in silver and gold wrappings and the inside, was a smiling photograph of John.
Nothing sexual today. He was in a simple white shirt and jeans and was smiling warmly at the viewer, his blue eyes shining in the flash of the camera. Sherlock knew that smile very well and adored it when he did something that warranted such a look from John. And now he had a never-ending supply of it!
Without thinking, Sherlock left his room in order to find his best friend, who was admiring the tree which had been placed where the desk had formerly been, between the windows.
Without pause, Sherlock swept John Watson into his arms and pulled him in for a deep kiss.
Though shocked, John kissed back with fervor, rubbing his nose against Sherlock's.
"Git," he said fondly.
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