Author's Note: HOW IS IT ALREADY THE 23? Where the heck has the tim gone?!
You guys may be thinking: Um, Write-To-You... why are you writing John and Sherlock? Since when do you write about them?
Weeeell, the truth is I started watching Sherlock a couple of weeks ago and have written 8 different drabbles about them already. If this gets a good reaction, I will TOTALLY post them! Actually, I probably will anyway, I'll just post them faster if it gets a good reaction.
Christmas Spirit wasn't Sherlock's thing. Actually, Sherlock just wasn't a "Christmas Person" as a whole. He sneezed around Christmas trees, didn't like most sugar or gingerbread cookies, and Christmas carols made him so annoyed that he actually threw John's stereo out the window.
That last one didn't go over so well with John when he came home.
The only thing Sherlock did like was getting gifts. Not so much the gifts themselves—those were mostly dull and would really just take up space. But he liked figuring out what was inside each package under the fake tree John had forced into 221b.
John hated it, "Part of Christmas is the surprise, Sherlock!" he protested when Sherlock stared at his gift for three minutes and figured out it was a new scarf, "Now there's going to be no excitement left when you wake up on Christmas morning to open your gift!"
"Well, I don't know what color it is," Sherlock protested, feeling the smallest amounts of guilt creep into his brain at the disappointed look on John's face.
John huffed, but then made up his mind. He was going to surprise Sherlock on Christmas if it was the last thing he did.
Which it might be, because Sherlock Holmes was probably the worlds hardest person to surprise.
As John laid in bed that night, he thought he might just have an idea. It was risky. It might actually ruin Christmas. But it could also make it the best one yet.
John decided to take the risk. Hopefully it would be worth it.
On Christmas morning he woke up and threw on a green reindeer sweater he had purchased along with Sherlock's scarf to avoid suspicion. Not that it had done any good—Sherlock had figured it out anyway.
"Happy Christmas, Sherlock," John said with a smile when he found Sherlock already downstairs, drinking his morning cup of coffee.
"Morning, John," Sherlock responded, barely looking up from his paper.
John raised his eyebrow, "Not feeling the Christmas spirit, are we?"
"What's the point?" Sherlock asked moodily, tossing his paper aside, "Just another day. Humans just happened to make the decision to spend money and make annoying music on said day."
John's eyebrows went up higher, "That's really what Christmas is to you? Not a celebration? Not even a time to take with the people you care about?"
"I don't care about people," Sherlock grumbled, but he looked a little chagrined.
"Well, I do," John huffed, grabbing the wrapped present from under the tree and throwing it at his friend, "I care about you. So Happy Christmas, Sherlock Holmes. And if you'd rather the money then the gift I can give you the receipt."
He stomped over to his chair, making a big show of grumpiness.
Sherlock opened up the wrapping paper and dug around inside the package for his scarf. While he wasn't paying attention, John reached in the pocket of his sweater and pulled something out. He grinned at it. If this wouldn't surprise Sherlock he didn't know what would.
"Thank you for the scarf, John," Sherlock said automatically, smiling slightly at the soft, dark blue scarf lying in the wrapping paper.
"Welcome," John said, standing up and walking over. His hands were shaking just a little as he held what had been in his pocket over Sherlock's head.
Sherlock glanced up, raised his eyebrow, and turned a little red, "Thats... that's mistletoe."
"Indeed," John agreed.
Sherlock swallowed, glancing up at him, "Did you know that when mistletoe started couples had kiss once for every berry on the mistletoe and could only stop until they were gone?" he babbled as John's face came closer, "John? John what are you do-"
John kissed him.
Sherlock let out a little half-gasp-half-whimper and kissed John back.
The mistletoe fell to the floor, its job done.
Author's Note: AAAAh they are legit my favorite couple ever.
Even in 8 drabbels that actually the first time I've had them kiss. I dunno- maybe I just friend-ship them or something but I don't even need them to kiss. I just need them to keep being exactly how they are. Johnlock is seriously the best part of Sherlock the show :)