Johnlock One-shots

240.Mistletoe

John hummed quietly, walking upstairs with Sherlock, shoulder to shoulder. They were coming home from a case and they were both pretty exhausted. As they walked to the door, John noticed a mistletoe hung above the frame. He stopped Sherlock from walking.

"You have to kiss me," he said, looking up at Sherlock. He felt like this was his opportunity to feel Sherlock's lips against his own.

Sherlock rose a brow and John pointed up to the mistletoe. He smiled and hummed, "You have to kiss me." he repeated.

"Oh, alright." Sherlock rolled his eyes, kissing John's cheek.

"No, lips. It's a tradition." John said, looking up at Sherlock, who signed and closed the door.

"I thought you weren't into me." He said, setting his arms around John's shoulders. "Why do you want to kiss me?"

"Not my fault, Mrs Hudson must've put up a mistletoe!" John said, looking at how close Sherlock's face was. He couldn't help but smile.

"In that case, I might have to make you enjoy this." Sherlock cupped John's cheek and leant down, kissing him. John sprung into his lips, kissing him with excitement, smiling and enjoying it. When Sherlock pulled away, he put a hand on his hip and stared down at John with a raised brow.

"I'm still not gay." John said, smiling like an idiot.

"Obviously. You're about the straightest man I've ever met," Sherlock responded, kissing John again.

John put his hand in Sherlock's hair, kissing him deeply. They were already so involved in the kissing, they wouldn't have noticed anything else around them.