Touch Him = Death

Ch.21

The months were flying by fast and it was the week before Christmas. We had heard nothing from the mysterious Moriarty protege and we had been living our lives normally. I continued to do my nights at the club and John still did part time at the hospital. Sherlock had finished three cases and we were living like a happy little family. Sherlock and I were growing more and more intimate as time moved on, we had already gone on three dates, which doesn't sound like a lot, but considering we were with each other almost every moment of every day, and these dates were special intimate times unlike all the others, so I was okay with only having three. John also met someone, a lady named Mary I think, he seems to really like her. I have started to understand how Sherlock works. Sometimes will will just sit there and stare at a wall for hours on end, which is good because it gives me time to clean stuff up while he is not looking, although it always ends up inn the same place, but he never tells me to stop so I still try tidying up every now and again. 

Currently we were setting up a Christmas tree in the living room. I could smell some of Mrs. Hudson's chocolate chip cookies, which she knew were my favorite. I was hanging ornaments on the lower part of the tree, while Sherlock was hanging them higher up. John was hanging lights around the windows. Finally Sherlock and I finished and we stepped back to admire it. 

"It's missing something..." I said trying to think of what it needed.

"A star!" John said from behind us.

"Of course," I said digging through all the boxed till I found a golden star tree topper. I handed it to Sherlock figuring he could reach the top, but it was just out of his reach.

"Here," He said handing me the star, and before I could ask what he was doing he had swept me off the floor and I was sitting on top of his right shoulder with his right arm holding onto my legs, "Hurry," he huffed out breathlessly. 

I placed the star on top of the tree before Sherlock gently placed me down on the ground and sucking in a deep breathe. I giggled and patted him on the back. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him kissing me on top of the head.

"Ugh I'm never going to get used to that," John said turning his nose up at us. A cheeky grin appeared on Sherlock's face and he spun me around then dipped me and pulled into a passionate kiss. 

"Well you better get over that, because it will never stopped," He said placing me back on my feet. That was the first time he had openly kissed me like that in front of someone and I was still to lightheaded to register his words. 

For that time being it was like we were living in a little snow globe of happiness. Little did I know that someone was watching us from outside that snow globe and they were getting ready to shake it up.