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Christmas Imagine #2

This one will be kinda short :(
Idk how to feel about this one but I hope you enjoy it!
Magic_and_books

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You stood in the kitchen of 221B, pouring drinks for the guests you were having over. Your brother, Sherlock, was playing the violin, and you smiled when you heard the door open and close. "Y/n?" John looked into the room. "I haven't seen you in ages!" You laughed. "Well, I spent much more time in America than I thought I was going to." You smiled at him and brought the glasses to the guests.

Molly thanked you and you sat down next to Greg, his arm wrapping around your shoulder. You smiled a bit before looking over at Sherlock, who had stopped playing the violin and was now staring at you, eye brows raised. You roll your eyes and take a sip of your wine.

You laugh, setting down your glass and smiling over at Molly, who was grinning. "Or that time that we saw Greg and y/n-" you shook your head. "No!" But you were laughing, and so was the man beside you. The two of you did get into a fair amount of trouble, especially you.
That's expected though, considering you were a Holmes.
Molly wiggled her eyebrows at you and you bite your lip, glancing over at Greg. He was staring at your face, and you turn your head to see Sherlock glancing between the two of you. You make a face and look over at the clock.
It's 11:47.

"Holy- it's late." Molly looks over at the clock as well, eyes wide. "I need to go! I have somethings I need to do and-" she grabbed her things. "I'm so sorry!" You smile and give her a quick hug. "It's fine Molly." She opens the door and makes her way down the steps. "Goodbye!" You wave and start cleaning up.

"See you later y/n." You turn around, seeing Greg standing in the doorway, a smile on his face. "Let me walk you out." He nods and you set down the cleaning towels. "I hope you have a happy Christmas Greg." You stop at the door of the flat. He was in front of you, both of your backs pressed against the sides of the doorframe. "Mistletoe." You frown. "What?" He points up. "There's mistletoe." You blush, and look up the stairs. "Does that mean I get to kiss you?" You bite your lip and look up at him, your face burning but it was thankfully hidden by the makeup on your face. "Of course." He leans down and brushes his lips against yours. You reach up and wrap your arms around his neck, pressing you mouth hard against his. "Merry Christmas." He smiles as you pull away. You grin. "Merry Christmas."