A/N: The story I originally planned for has evolved into something else entirely! What was once a light hearted texting fic has turned into mystery, hurt/comfort with of course the humour and crack we all know and love! Warning folks it's about to get darker in a couple of chapters time.

Chapter 17: On the fifth day (Johnlock)

On the fifth day of Christmas my Sherlock gave to me a night of watching movies.

The film is prepared for tonight. -SH

Please tell me it's not a science documentary. -JW

You enjoyed the last one. -SH

I fell asleep.-JW

You enjoyed the nap.- SH

True but I don't think I can sit through another one.-JW

It's not a science documentary. -SH

What is it then?- JW

Spoilers. Just don't be late and make sure to get dinner on your way back. -SH

Fine, see you later, I love you. -JW

I love you too. -SH

-X-

John walks through the door, carrying the takeaway and other shopping bags. He puts them on the kitchen side and shimmies out of his coat and unwraps the scarf from his neck, thankful the fire is on.

''Sherlock?'' He calls, coming into the living, kicking off his shoes and surveying the flat. John has to give it to Sherlock that he has done a great job with tonight's set up. The chairs have been pushed against the wall, the spare mattress (his old one before they had been dating) lays on the floor covered in pillows and blankets and fairy lights are stringed around the TV. Adding to it is the beautiful tree they had decorated, making it feel so homely and snug.

''John, you're back,'' Sherlock comes behind John, wrapping his arms around him.

''Hey you.'' John turns around, leaning up to him and giving him a soft peck on the lips.

''What do you think?'' Sherlock asks, nodding his head towards the decorations.

''I think it looks wonderful! After doing the tree and now this, I really think you should consider a career in decorating.''

Sherlock smiles. ''This is only for you, my dear.''

John beams up at Sherlock, it's not often he calls him that but when he does it just melts him.

''I'm glad,'' he says, face pink from the heat radiating from the fire. ''Shall we?''

''We shall.'' They move to the mattress, falling on top of it with soft giggles as they wind down for the evening and begin the film.

-X-

Thirty minutes in and the takeaway has been eaten, pyjamas have been put on and the boys are wrapped in the duvet, intensely focused on the action film they are watching.

''Go, go go! Don't look back just keep running!'' John shouts at the TV, leaning forward.

''She's not going to make it, he's going to shoot her,'' Sherlock says, trying to pretend that he he isn't invested in the storyline.

''Go on, go on! She's so close.''

''Not going to make it.'' Sherlock leans forward.

''So close! Thirty for seconds and she's there!''

They are leaning so far forward the mattress dips.

Three, two, one.

The character makes it to the hideout and the boys cheer, fist pumping the air.

''I told you she would make it!'' John turns around to Sherlock triumphantly.

''Yes, well, it's an idiotic film.''

''I saw you cheering, you're enjoying it!''

Sherlock mumbles something and John kisses him. Sherlock pulls John closer, fingers sliding into his hair and parts his mouth, deepening the kiss.

John hums happily against Sherlock's mouth, moaning as Sherlock's hands wander to his boxers.

''What do you say,'' Sherlock breaks apart from the kiss, murmuring against John's ear, ''we skip the rest of the movie and make our own action?''

John laughs, ''Sherlock that was terrible!''

''So that's a no?''

''Oh it's very much a yes.'' John moves to turn the TV off and Sherlock grabs his hand.

''Where do you think you're going?''

''Uhm, to turn the TV off and go to bed like we said?''

''But we already have a bed set up out here.''

''But Mrs Hudson could come in anytime!''

Sherlock smirks at John, laying down and pulling his boxers off, ''I thought you liked the danger.''

John debates it for a second, looking to the door, to Sherlock now naked and back again. He groans, ''Sherlock you're going to ruin me.'' He straddles Sherlock, hands smoothing over his torso.

''Oh I intend to.'' Sherlock smiles. He can't remember the last time he was this happy. John thinks the same as he removes his boxers, planting a line of kisses from Sherlock's stomach down, down down until bliss.

The rest of the evening is spent wrapped in each other, taking it soft and slow until John falls asleep. Sherlock goes to shut the curtains and turn the lights and TV off. Sherlock goes to the window and just before he closes the curtains he thinks he saw...something. It's late and he can't put his finger on it but something feels wrong. He quickly returns to John after shutting the last light off, suddenly not liking the darkness. He squeezes himself back into the spot he was in and cuddles into John. He hopes he falls asleep soon.

Outside a man looks up at the window. A couple pass by him but they wouldn't have seen him, his black suit helping him to blend into the night and if they did see him, well, he just looks like an ordinary man looking up into the sky, nothing odd about that. He sighs, he should make a move, not quite yet but soon.

Soon.

A/N: Any comments welcome and appreciated.