Sherlock preferences

Writingmas - Day 20

Sherlock oneshot - gift wrapping

The fireplace in your flat was cold and empty -a rare occurrence for this time of year-. Instead, the heating was set to a comfortable 25 degrees and flickering candles adorned the mantelpiece, casting a guttering, golden light across the floor. On this particular evening, you were sprawled out on the carpet, fenced in by glittery wrapping paper depicting cartoon snowmen, trees and reindeer. You had only wrapped a mere five presents and already, you were beginning to lose it... Twisted, void pieces of sellotape hung from your hair like horrific plastic extensions and your lips were bleeding slightly after trying (and failing) to snap the tape with your teeth. As you heard the door to your apartment click and inevitably swing open, you let out a sigh of relief which seemed to empty your lungs of oxygen and you collapsed, defeated, on the floor.
"Hello (y/n), having fun?" He commented sarcastically as he observed your hazy state of false consciousness.
"What do you think genius?..."
Sherlock chuckled and knelt by your side, picking up a pair of scissors and wielding them dangerously close to your face. As you sat up, oxygen flooded suddenly back into your lungs and your haemoglobin breathed a sigh of relief...
"Do you want some help?" Sherlock asked sincerely, placing a hand on your tired knee.
"I'm just wrapping some gifts for my friends. It is taking forever..."

"I hope it doesn't take forever! I do wish to see you at some point before I die"

"Alright smartass" you scrunched up your nose with a sarcastic annoyance.

"I can do some of you'd like?"

"Wait... YOU can wrap gifts?... I don't believe you."

"Hey! I know a lot of things"

"You didn't know that the Earth goes round the Sun for god's sake!"

"Does it?! Sorry, must have deleted that again..."

You chuckled to yourself slightly, taking the scissors off him and began to cut another piece of gaudy wrapping paper from the long roll. Suddenly, you experienced a burst of creativity and an idea dropped into your head; a smile pricked up behind your pretty eyes.
"I'll tell you what, let's both wrap a gift and see who can do it fastest. if I win, you have to wrap the rest, if you win, I have to wrap the rest, deal? There will be bonus points for neatness" This proposition was intriguing to him and with a definitive nod of the head, the game was on. You fumbled with your hands clumsily as you tried to hold the two edges of paper together while simultaneously fetching a piece of sellotape which -no matter how careful you were- did not want to behave itself. It stuck to your nails and peeled off your silver polish, making you grunt with annoyance.

"Done!"

Sherlock stated suddenly. While you had been faffing around with the adhesive, he had completed his entire gift!
"What?..." You spluttered, staring in awe at his present. It's crisp corners and curled ribbons baffled you, the edges were as clean and sharp as his cheekbones and there was even a little origami flower on top which shimmered somewhat under the candlelight. "How did you do that so quickly?!" You asked him, impressed and annoyed.
"Well, (y/n), after consulting my mind palace, I drew upon a case in which the murderer made intricately folded notes to leave upon his victim's chest. I harnessed this skill in an attempt to-"

"Sherlock..." You folded your arms and raised your eyebrows authoritatively; you knew he was lying...

"Okay, I learnt it on YouTube..."

You giggled as you picked up the package delicately, almost as if it were a real flower which donned the top and you were afraid that it's fragility might have been compromised.
"I didn't know you used YouTube." You stated with a tone of curiosity and intrigue, smiling as you caressed the smooth-sides parcel.
"Oh yes, I've watched all kinds of things... Origami, how to get blood out of clothes, how to make the perfect cup of tea... Just random things"
You laughed again, shuffling slightly closer to him on the floor and placing the parcel down.
"Oh well... I suppose I'll be here for a while finishing up..."
A little sadness trickled across your face making Sherlock experience a tiny wave of guilt. It crept through his skull and edged his teeth. As you reached out to grab the scissors once more, Sherlock placed his hand upon yours, causing you to look up. You raised yourself up onto your knees so that the base of your spine rested on your ankles and you were at eye level with Sherlock's porcelain face. You gazed at his features for a brief moment, studying the scarlet hue which was leeching its way onto his defined cheeks. Without breaking contact with his miraculous blue orbs, you leaned in and kissed his angular lips, pushing your hands against his strong shoulders as you did so. You parted from him, your hands still resting on his masculine shoulders.
"Not good?" You asked hesitantly as Sherlock's expression appeared to have shown no change.
"The antithesis of not good..." He smirked as he lightly tackled you to the ground, kissing your cheeks and neck playfully.
"Merry Christmas Sherlock" you grinned up at him, his youthful eyes darting across your face.
"And to you..."