For Only You (Teenlock!/Johnlock)

Chapter 16: Christmas Day- Part 1

A/N: This was going to contain more, but I don't want to make it too long and then not update in even longer, so I'm sorry if I've stopped it in a strange place. The song is May I, by Trading Yesterday. This is for my chemical defect, because I love her dearly, and she's fab.-N.H

Sherlock's P.O.V

I felt soft, wet kisses pepper my face, but I still didn't have the motivation to move. It felt beyond perfect having John draped across my chest, kissing me gently to rouse me from my sleep.  I saw no quantifiable reason to change that. Smiling softly at the affection, I slowly blinked my eyes open, squinting in the bright morning sunlight.

It was something akin to waking up in my personal heaven; John's face was barely an inch above my own, surrounded by the bright, golden glow of the sun, giving him an angelic look that made it impossible not to love him that little more each morning. His deep blue eyes were, for lack of a better word, exquisite; flecks of pale blue floating amidst the beautiful deep blue pools of his creased eyes as he smiled.

Had I not known that it were physically impossible, I would have sworn that, in these moments, my heart swelled with the love, pure and unadulterated, I felt for John Watson.

His short hair was thoroughly tousled, most probably because of how he had curled himself into my body as he slept, nuzzling into me as he seeked the warmth and comfort of another human body. I smiled sleepily as I remembered the day by the lake; he had looked so much like a hedgehog with his hair wet and un-kept.

Merry Christmas, love," he whispered, pecking my nose with a chuckle. "M-Violet has made breakfast. "

"Mmm. Merry Christmas to you, too, John. Thank you," I smiled up at him. "Violet is as much your mother as she is mine, John."

I returned his many sweet kisses with a lip-biting kiss on his thin lips, teasing the sensitive skin before pulling away slowly. I shoved him off of me, playfully, of course, sending him backwards onto his elbows, earning a look of mock hurt from the smaller boy. It was rather odd to see it become etched upon his magnificent, sculpted-by-a-God face in the glowing light; it made him look so vulnerable, so cute.

"You shower first," I mumbled softly, my mind stuck elsewhere. Elsewhere, as usual, being in the entire floor of my Mind Palace dedicated to John Watson.

"You don't want to share?" He winked at me, "I'll make it worthwhile."

"As tempting as that may be, I'm afraid it is a no. I need to sort out your gift."

"Ahh," he sighed softly with realisation, a nervous smile upon his lips. With a quick kiss, he darted off to the bathroom like an excited puppy.

As soon as I heard the quiet sounds of the bathroom door lock, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched out, yawning as I did so. In the haziness of sleep, something felt surprisingly bearable about this particular Christmas; there was absolutely no doubt that John was the reasoning behind it.

Dropping to my knees as soon as I had finished stretching, I opened the small bottom drawer and pulled out the tiny blue box that held John's present. It had been quite expensive, more so than I'd ever expect somebody to get me; which was exactly why I was not letting John know the price. Quickly, I checked that everything was in order, no scratches or marks on the smooth surfaces, and slipped the box onto the dresser with the reassuring knowledge that John would never take it upon himself to peek.

It was strange, really. I already had stopped myself from trying to guess what John had gotten for me, and instead occupied myself with mental tasks so I didn't deduce my boyfriend; for me, that was a task demanding the upmost resistance and willpower.