This will be exceptionally short but sweet, nonetheless, and no it's not continued on from the last one. Enjoy this you lovebirds.
It's Christmas time in 221 Baker Street and Sherlock Holmes is downstairs of 221 Baker Street, speaking with Mrs Hudson about what Christmas presents he should get his John. He was also considering getting Molly, Lestrade and Mycroft something but John came first.
"Mrs Hudson, I really don't think John needs new socks" Sherlock retaliates to Mrs Hudson's idea.
John Watson has put all the ornaments on the Christmas tree, all but one. He picks up the star, for the top of the tree, and tries to reach up and put it on top. Once realising that he can't reach, he groans to himself, cursing his height. He grabs it once again and stands on his tippy-toes, reaching as much as he can, yet failing again. After sighing in frustration and humiliation he decides to give in and get a chair. John picks up a chair from the dining table and brings it over to the tree after deciding not to drag it, knowing Sherlock would hear him struggling. He sets the chair down carefully and picks up the star once again. Suddenly he hears his boyfriend's footsteps coming up the stairs. John panics, throwing the star onto his armchair and rushing to put the chair back to the dining table. The footsteps get closer so John quickly puts the chair down and goes back to the tree to pretend to be fixing one of the ornaments.
"John?" Sherlock says, after walking in the door.
"Hey, Sherlock," John greets sweetly, still holding his gaze on the imaginary fault in the ornaments placing.
John feels big arms fall over his shoulders from behind him and a soft kiss land to his cheek. John's face scrunches to a smile as he feels Sherlock's lips against his cheek.
John turns himself around in the clutches of his detective, Sherlock then letting his arms wrap around John's waist and pulling him closer. John then reaching his hands up to his hold Sherlock's neck. Smiling at him, Sherlock leans over, closing his eyes, he turns his head slightly and plants a sweet kiss on John's lips. They pull away and smile at each other with nothing but love for each other.
Sherlock turns and heads to his room shouting behind him, "The tree looks great!"
John smiles and thinks about how lucky he is.
He turns back and looks at the star and decides to do it himself with no help from any chairs or beautiful detectives.
He reaches up to the tree with the star in his hand after making sure that Sherlock had left the room. He fails to reach. So, he tries again, reaching just that little more, failing again. He then tries one final time to reach the star to the top of their Christmas tree. He reaches so far, just about to get it when suddenly his footing fails him and he falls to the ground with a thud. John looks up and sees the tree slowly falling and he quickly rolls out of the way of the falling tree. The tree lands with a spectacular jingle of bells and rustle of leaves.
John picks himself up and hears Sherlock.
"John!"
The pitter patter of running.
"John! John... are you okay?" Sherlock asked concerned.
"Yes, yes I'm okay, I uh... yeah"
"How did the tree fall John?" Sherlock questions.
"Um, I tripped over it,"
"Oh" Sherlock responds, not buying it, he moves closer, "Here let me help love"
"Oh no no no no, its fine you go carry on with your work" John smiles.
"You sure?"
"Yes yes yes, go ahead"
"Alright then" Sherlock turns and walks back to his room, John sighs, relieved.
John picks up the tree with a lot of effort and picks up all the fallen ornaments. Placing each ornament onto the tree with aesthetic precision. After finally getting all the bobbles back onto the tree, he gets the star, about to try again.
John looks up at the top of the tree for a few seconds, not hearing the detective creep into the room. John reaches up to the top of the tree and then sighs, relaxing, back to the ground, star still in hand. He gets on his very tippy-toes and stretches as far as he can. Suddenly big hands hold his sides and gently lift John into the air. John sits the star on the top of the tree. Once the star is there, Sherlock gently brings John down back to the ground and chuckles.
"So that's how the tree fell," Sherlock laughs.
"Shut up,"
Okily dokily! That's STAR for all you 0 people reading my book. This one is a lot shorter and it's kind of out of character for John and Sherlock but it's lovey-dovey so I don't care. ALSO DON"T FIGHT ME PLEASE, THIS IS JUST TO LET OUT MY FEELINGS I DONT OWN THE SHOW SO CALM DOWN JESUS ADNKDBHJRYSBHJFDRHULB
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A Johnlock Christmas
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