John's Advent Game

by Watermelonsmellinfellon

John and Sherlock play John's Advent Game. If they are on their best behavior, Sherlock will get to reveal a new photograph of John, every day. As each day passes, more clothing disappears and if Sherlock makes it to Christmas while managing to be a good boy, he'll get John in any way he wants, as per the rules of the game. A/N:FLUFF! CUTE! SEXY TIMES!

20. Chapter 20

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20 December 2015, Sunday:

The Personal Blog of Dr. John H. Watson

20 Dec,

We ended up going to Belgium for a few days in order to settle a dispute between some
Neo-Nazi gangs. I am not allowed to give much information regarding the mission but I
an tell you all that Sherlock got shot.

He is currently recovering and is a little miserable, though he has some good things to
keep him occupied. Hopefully more things will get his attention away from being stuck
in a wheelchair for a few days.

On another note, Belgian chocolate and waffles are actually really good! And putting both
together had to be the most amazing breakfast I've had in ages. And Sherlock actually ate
too! Though he has a sweet tooth and would sooner consume a chocolate bar or a biscuit
than some toast.

Other than Sherlock's little hiccup in his health, we're doing good and I thought I should
inform everyone that Sherlock and I are no longer single and have finally stopped being
idiots!

Best regards,
John H. Watson.

Sherlock smiled at the latest entry on John's blog, which had over two hundred comments already and most were fans who had something to say about them 'finally becoming a couple'.

Mycroft Holmes 20 December 16:30 Finally. Seeing the two of you groping each other
but denying your growing relationship was beginning to grate on my ever dwindling
nerves.

Sherlock scoffed and decided to respond.

Sherlock Holmes 20 December 16:43 Not the only thing about you that's dwindling.

Mycroft Holmes 20 December 16:45 Just remember, little brother, I'm not the one who
has to inform mummy of why you didn't see her for Christmas the last two years!

Oh he was playing dirty!

Sherlock Holmes 20 December 16:51 I will have you know that I spoke to her just this
morning and promised that John and I would be coming up for the holidays. She also
knew that I was catering to John for our last two Christmases and was pleased to learn
of me finally nabbing someone.

She however, was quite interested in knowing why you let me get shot. Prepare for the
stick!

John Watson 20 December 16:56 Excuse me, but when were you catering to me at all
last Christmas?

Sherlock sighed.

Sherlock Holmes 20 December 16:59 When you ruined my sock index with all of your
unnecessary snooping and I gave you no trouble over it. And then you felt the need to
coddle me like a lost child and I didn't fight it.

May I remind you that in return, you ended your current relationship in order to spend
time watching over me because you worried about me and I didn't brag once.

I was impeccably kind to your then girlfriend compared to the others, because it was
the holidays and you seemed to really like her(for whatever reason).

Mycroft Holmes 20 December 17:02 This isn't over, Sherlock.

Yes it was.

John Watson 20 December 17:05 You git. ^-^

Greg Lestrade 20 December 17:08 Congrats guys! Mycroft, your mother wants you to
call her immediately, she doesn't know how to navigate her laptop yet.

Mycroft Holmes 20 December 17:11 Why is she calling you?

Greg Lestrade 20 December 17:15 She wanted to know if I was coming to your family
get together and was appalled to realise I knew nothing about it. Your ear will be red
once she's through with you, luv.

Sherlock was smirking, loving it when Mycroft was in trouble.

Sherlock Holmes 20 December 17:17 Tsk, tsk, brother mine.

John Watson 20 December 17:19 Don't get too high on your horse there, Sherlock. I
don't recall you telling me about a family get together either.

Damn!

Mycroft Holmes 20 December 17:21 'Tsk, tsk' indeed.

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Sherlock had backed John up against the fridge, his doctor fitting perfectly between the box at his back and the man at his front.

They could only kiss. All sexual acts had to wait until Christmas and Sherlock wasn't allow much room for movement. He could walk small distances and that was the extent he'd been given.

So, he took the chance to press up against his John and reward him for the photo of the day, which was another fluffy one of John in a thick, woolen jumper, holding mistletoe over his head and looking expectantly at the camera.

Sherlock was simply fulfilling the baseline of their desires.

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