25 Days of Christmas
Chapter 4
4 December, 2013
They started up again after John was home and showered. Sherlock didn't bother protesting, he simply sat on the floor in his spot from yesterday and waited. John's hair was still damp when he sat down. "Shall we get started?"
"No."
And they did.
Fifteen minutes later, John felt a poke in his side. He looked over to see Sherlock, with his head in one hand and a fake branch in the other.
"Bored?" he asked.
"Bored," Sherlock confirmed.
John went back to work.
"Joooooooooohn," Sherlock groaned, falling forward to rest his head on the doctor's shoulder. After a moment, he dropped all of his weight onto his friend with a huff. John's shoulder sagged slightly, and he looked over to see a mess of dark curls.
"Playing dead isn't going to get you out of this," he chuckled. When Sherlock's body became even more limp, he grinned. "Get off me," he teased, shaking his shoulder a bit.
"Ugh," Sherlock said, falling off of John's shoulder and onto the floor in front of him. He looked up at the doctor with turbulent blue-green eyes. John smiled.
"You're hindering my sorting."
Sherlock nodded.
"You don't care, do you?"
Sherlock shook his head and closed his eyes. John swept his curls out of his face and massaged his scalp lightly. Sherlock let out a small noise of pleasure.
"You're just like a cat," John said with a smirk, then pushed at him. "C'mon, up."
After a moment, the detective sat up and ran a hand through his curls absently. John made a note to pet him more often. No, that wasn't weird.
"Finally!" Sherlock exclaimed when the last branch was sorted and placed in its proper pile.
John smirked. "Now to put it together."
Sherlock's face fell instantly.
Checking his watch, John realised it was past nine in the evening. He stretched, and Sherlock watched him with a keen eye. "I guess it can wait one more day. Christmas isn't for a while." Sherlock sighed in relief. "I'll make tea. Turn on the telly."
Instantly, Sherlock was on his feet. He could put up with crap Christmas programmes, as long as it got him out of working on this damn tree.