Sherlock Preferences / One Shots

Christmas eve

Sherlock:

"Rudolph the red nosed reindeer, had a very shiny nose.." You sang quietly, under your breath and span round the kitchen, twirling here and there, not realizing that you were being watched. "Darling?" His deep voice came from the doorway and you came to an abrupt stop, blushing. He waved a hand, "Oh, don't stop on my account sweetheart." Clearing your throat, you turned back to the freshly boiled kettle. "No, seriously, Y/n, don't stop on my account. You were rather mesmerizing. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you." Once more, the blush flared up on your cheeks thanks to your wonderful boyfriend. "Do you want a cup of tea love?" Was all you could think to say. "Don't you think that sleep would be a better idea? So that.....'father christmas' can come?"  

"Oh hush. Don't be so rude! Well, I mean, yeah, sleep sounds like a lovely idea."

"I can think of another thing to do with going to bed on Christmas Eve." He said with a wink and a kiss before strolling off towards the bedroom.

John:

"I am so excited for you to see what I got you! You're gonna love it!" You exclaimed as you and your boyfriend put your wrapped presents under the tree. "Can't wait, love," He kissed your cheek, "and I hope you love the one that I got YOU just as much." 

"I'm sure I will Mr. Watson." You murmured into the thick wool of his jumper after he pulled you in for a hug. "So, our schedule is sorted for tomorrow. Breakfast and presents here then get round to 221b by 11 and have lunch there. Swap the rest of the presents then comes the Christmas party." He reeled your itinerary for the next day and you giggled under your breath. "Sounds hectic....fun, but hectic." He swayed the two of you round in a circle and chuckled, "That's what Christmas is supposed to be like."

Mycroft:

You had talked Mycroft into sitting down and watching The Grinch with you and going by the fact that everytime you tried to speak he shushed you, you had a sneaking suspicion that he was enjoying it. 'Well, in Whoville they say - that the Grinch's small heart grew three sizes that day. And then - the true meaning of Christmas came through, and the Grinch found the strength of *ten* Grinches, plus two!' You glanced at your boyfriend's face to find that he had the faintest smile and a look of relief in his eyes. "You're enjoying this," You accused. "SH!" 

"The film's practically over now." 

"Be quiet." You remembered something that Sherlock had told you a while ago that you dismissed until now. Mycroft was a sucker for Christmas Movies. "Oh." You couldn't help the noise that slipped out of your mouth in realization. "What?" Evidently the film was over as he was now talking to you. "I think I just worked something out about you."

"And what might that be?" He raised an eyebrow witheringly. "You have a soft spot for Christmas movies." He spluttered and pushed himself off the sofa stating that he most definitely did not. "Alright, Mr.Grinch."

Lestrade:

"This is Halloween, this is Halloween, Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! In this town we call home, everyone hail to the pumpkin song." You sang absentmindedly as you finished wrapping John's present and Greg entered the room. "Babe, that's Halloween. This is Christmas Eve." Shrugging lightly, you put the present into the bag with all the others, "Yeah but that is from a Christmas film." He snorted derisively behind you, "That's a Halloween movie, you fool!" Spinning around to face him with a grin you crossed your arms, "Oh, so you're one of those people are you? God, if I'd known that before I met you..." 

"Same goes to you. That is a Halloween movie." Smirking, you shrugged yet again. "We'll just ask Sherlock tomorrow. He knows everything."

Moriarty:

You and James were sitting together on top of some building scoping out the best spots to place a sniper for next week and it began snowing. "White Christmas, indeed." You sighed, leaning against his shoulder and he brought an arm up to wrap around you. "Haven't had one of those for a while." He mused lowly. "Well then let's hope the snow sticks and we get our white Christmas on Christmas day." Silence enclosed the two of you and cut you off from the rest of the world but it wasn't uncomfortable, it was a companionable silence that really emphasized the magic of the moment. "What's the time?" He suddenly asked. "11:48. Nearly Christmas." 

"Nearly."