Sherlock Holmes - Advent Calendar Day 1
Title: Day 1
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The weather is starting to get cold, which must mean it's nearly Christmas.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Err. None.
Word Count: 300
Author's Notes: Because I love you guys, you're getting an advent calendar of fic. Yay?
“Starting to get cold already, Watson.” Holmes stared out of the window at the grey, overcast sky, the stem of his pipe tapping against his lower lip. “I suppose that means you'll want to start enjoying the Christmas season?”
“You can no longer convince me that you detest it, Holmes,” Watson replied with a small smile from where he was comfortably curled up in his dressing-gown, reading one of the papers his flatmate had already been through and sipping at his tea. “I still remember last year.”
Holmes stepped gracefully over the piles of junk that always seemed to get worse as the weather did; probably, Watson thought, because they both stayed in more and Mrs. Hudson didn't have a chance to sneak up and clean; and came to stand in front of his friend. Watson looked up with a curious smile, waiting for whatever Holmes was about to do or say. The detective smiled wryly for a moment, almost too fast to see, and then leaned down quickly to peck Watson's lips. “I know how much you like Christmas, old boy. I don't intend to spoil it for you unless it becomes absolutely necessary. Nothing less than serial murder or treason will cause you any discomfort over the season.”
Watson smiled more broadly, holding back a laugh at the ridiculous promise. He must have been the only person in the world who ever had the opportunity to be assured of such a thing. “Thank you, Holmes. It is all about loved ones, after all, and you might have noticed that you are the only sort I have.”
Sitting down beside him on the settee, Holmes placed a hand on Watson's thigh, squeezing gently through the thick layers keeping his hurt leg warm. “Then we'll keep it that way this year, barring exceptional circumstances.”
“Barring exceptional circumstances.” Watson agreed, and covered Holmes' hand with his own.
Author: ladylovelace
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: The weather is starting to get cold, which must mean it's nearly Christmas.
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Err. None.
Word Count: 300
Author's Notes: Because I love you guys, you're getting an advent calendar of fic. Yay?
“Starting to get cold already, Watson.” Holmes stared out of the window at the grey, overcast sky, the stem of his pipe tapping against his lower lip. “I suppose that means you'll want to start enjoying the Christmas season?”
“You can no longer convince me that you detest it, Holmes,” Watson replied with a small smile from where he was comfortably curled up in his dressing-gown, reading one of the papers his flatmate had already been through and sipping at his tea. “I still remember last year.”
Holmes stepped gracefully over the piles of junk that always seemed to get worse as the weather did; probably, Watson thought, because they both stayed in more and Mrs. Hudson didn't have a chance to sneak up and clean; and came to stand in front of his friend. Watson looked up with a curious smile, waiting for whatever Holmes was about to do or say. The detective smiled wryly for a moment, almost too fast to see, and then leaned down quickly to peck Watson's lips. “I know how much you like Christmas, old boy. I don't intend to spoil it for you unless it becomes absolutely necessary. Nothing less than serial murder or treason will cause you any discomfort over the season.”
Watson smiled more broadly, holding back a laugh at the ridiculous promise. He must have been the only person in the world who ever had the opportunity to be assured of such a thing. “Thank you, Holmes. It is all about loved ones, after all, and you might have noticed that you are the only sort I have.”
Sitting down beside him on the settee, Holmes placed a hand on Watson's thigh, squeezing gently through the thick layers keeping his hurt leg warm. “Then we'll keep it that way this year, barring exceptional circumstances.”
“Barring exceptional circumstances.” Watson agreed, and covered Holmes' hand with his own.