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28 December 2009 @ 05:09 pm
Christmas Fic Based On Prompt #8  
This is in answer to Prompt #8 as well as being a sequel, of sorts, to my ficcery for Prompt #6 (Prompt #7 is apparently getting no lovvins from me at this time). It must be all the Crispmoose candy I've been nibbling, because this one's pretty sappy, as well, just to warn you.

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Title: Christmas Flummery
Author: Random_Nexus
Pairing/Characters: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,905
Spoilers: Fluffy sap like this will spoil your appetite!
Notes/Warnings: Holiday sap, fluff, etc.
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Watson came out of the bathroom, feeling much better for a wash and a shave. He was pulling his braces up, still a bit stiff from sleeping on the settee, and stopped short with the left brace over his shoulder and his right thumb still under the other. Holmes was sitting on the landing, one foot resting on the top stair, back against the outer newel post, the other foot against the inner, effectively blocking the way down.

“Something the matter?” Watson asked, sliding his right brace into place and coming to a halt near Holmes, who looked up at him with an odd little half-smile and shook his head slightly.

“Mrs. Hudson’s arranging a nice Christmas breakfast for us,” Holmes informed him, idly tugging on the knotted sash-ends of his favourite old dressing gown.

“Good woman!” The moment Holmes said ‘breakfast’, Watson’s stomach gave an aggressive growl. He took another step and stopped again when Holmes didn’t move. “Are you alright?”

The crooked smile widened slightly on Holmes’ face and he looked upward pointedly at a spot just past Watson’s head. Following his gaze, Watson saw the sprig of Mistletoe he’d tacked to the spot over the stair’s landing and he couldn’t stop a little chuckle.

“You’re the one who wanted all this traditional flummery,” Holmes said on a long-suffering sigh as he slowly got to his feet. Watson didn’t miss the little signs of caution in his partner’s movements, no doubt feeling the aches of his injuries—which Watson had insisted on examining first thing when they’d awakened that morning, catching Holmes right after he had finished his own morning ablutions.

Holmes had grumbled a bit, but sat on the edge of the bathtub willingly enough while Watson unwound the bandage around his ribs to carefully remove the pad of gauze covering a stitched wound not quite the length of his palm. The wound was just below Holmes’ ribs on the right side and Watson had felt delicately of the flesh around it, wary of anything amiss. As often was the case, Holmes watched the doctor, rather than what the doctor was doing; thus Watson had long since stopped feeling self-conscious about the scrutiny, but as he’d finished rebandaging, Holmes’ gaze had caught his own and held it. Something had been there, a fleeting expression of something almost tender, and yet it had vanished into a mild inquiring look that Watson knew was as much a mask as it was a genuine inquiry.

“Where else were you hurt?” Watson had asked, trying not to show his displeasure overmuch.

“Some bruises and scrapes,” Holmes had replied dismissingly, shaking his head with a confident little hint of a smile. “Nothing of note. This little crease was my fault.” Watson’s lifted brows must have been enough, for Holmes had gone on as if he’d spoken. “Yes, my fault. I underestimated my opponent.”

“Crease,” Watson had repeated, frowning. “I don’t have to tell you what could have happened if that crease had been an inch or so deeper?”

“No. You don’t.” Holmes had given him a look that said all the things they rarely had to verbalize any longer—‘I’m familiar with my anatomy.’ ‘Let’s not argue about this.’ ‘I didn’t mean to worry you.’—and Watson had given a long, heartfelt sigh and shooed him out of the bathroom.

Now, Holmes stood before Watson, a crooked not-quite-smirk curving his mouth and something warmer than mischief in his eyes. Watson couldn’t help the answering twist of his own lips as he tried for a sarcastic expression, repeating, “Flummery?”

“Draping the place with pointless sparkles and shiny gewgaws.” Holmes gave a little one-shoulder shrug, putting one hand each upon the simple round finials of each newel post, again blocking the way.

“Some of which you hung upon the tree,” Watson pointed out, stepping closer and resting his hands lightly atop both of Holmes’. He could feel where the slight curve of his shirt above his trousers brushed against the knot in Holmes’ dressing gown sash, just barely touching with each breath.

“Yes, proof of how I humour you in this nonsense,” Holmes replied with a little nod, his gaze flicking down to Watson’s mouth before returning to his eyes. “As I must now humour you again,” he added as if he were being inordinately patient.

“Again?” Watson echoed, glancing up at the mistletoe and then back down to Holmes, eyes fairly twinkling. “So soon? Do you think you can stand the strain?”

“I shall bear it well enough, I think.” Holmes assured him almost solemnly, save for the humour showing in his own eyes, though there was still something more there, as well. “Since it’s for you.”

“I feel so very special,” Watson murmured as he leaned into Holmes, tilting his head and stopping just short of his mouth. “Brace yourself for more nonsense.”

“Do your worst,” Holmes whispered, and Watson closed the gap between them with a smiling kiss. Gentle, almost chaste, as the kiss was, he still felt the same warmth that Holmes always caused in him. When he pulled back slightly, Holmes opened his eyes and quirked an eyebrow. “Surely I needn’t have braced myself for that?”

“No, not for that—for this,” Watson said quietly before capturing Holmes’ mouth for a proper kiss. It was gratifying to hear Holmes' soft exhalation, just short of a sigh, when Watson urged his lips apart and Holmes' tongue eagerly met his own in a slow, sliding dance of which neither of them ever seemed to tire. When it was wonderful and warm and comfortable, Watson pushed further, delved deeper, and put all of his worry and frustration and love into lips and tongue and breath. Holmes, never stupid but often stubbornly blind to what he didn't wish to know, seemed to accept every bit of it, giving back with equal fervour. Watson felt Holmes' fingers tighten on the rounded finials, the tendons ridging beneath Watson's hands, and both of them were breathing heavily when they parted; Holmes the first to drop his head, forehead resting upon Watson's shoulder.

"Obviously I didn't give these traditions a proper hearing," the detective murmured, attempting humour, and Watson put his arms about Holmes' shoulders, aware of the long pause before strong arms wrapped around his waist, tightening after a moment, then further. "Why do you put up with me, Watson?"

"Have you read my books, at all, Holmes?" Watson quipped gently, garnering a soft chuckle against his neck.

"Yes, and the disparity between reality and your fanciful tales is appalling," Holmes grumbled, as if by rote, no heat or asperity in his tone, at all, but he followed the words with a press of his lips against the newly-shaved skin of Watson's jaw.

"Perhaps I put up with you because you're the type to escape from your sickbed and cross the channel in a nasty winter storm to be home in time for a holiday you loathe." Watson turned his head to look down at the tree in the corner of the sitting room, a wry, sweet smile warming his features. "Perhaps it's because you went through all of that and still, somehow, managed to bring a present with you."

"Of course, when grand gestures fail, one must have a bribe handy." Holmes insouciant words and tone didn't match the gentleness of his mouth when he caught Watson's again, showing with his touch and his actions what he wasn't comfortable acknowledging aloud. His hands fisted in Watson's shirt, pressing him close and closer still. "Mrs. Hudson will be up any moment, " he breathed when they finally parted, pressing his forehead to Watson's and just standing there, holding him, breathing his breath.

"I know. Holmes... Sherlock, you know you can..." Watson lifted his head and the almost pained expression on Holmes' face kept him from reclaiming his words.

"I can't be anything other than myself, John," he said regretfully into Watson's silence. "It's not in me to surrender easily, but I can admit that you're right." His expression shifted from pained to something more like disbelieving wonder. "In all the things that you can say that I cannot, in all the ways that count, you're right. I am. I do." He nodded, bringing one hand around and spreading it over the spot where Watson's heart was beating just a little faster than normal. "And, as long as this continues, I will."

Watson swallowed, taking a moment to fully understand all that Holmes was carefully not saying, and put his own hand upon the place where the heart that was more precious to him than his own beat in similar cadence. Although he parted his lips twice, he couldn't summon any words that would be enough to honour the gift that Holmes had given him, until finally he nodded, eyes full, and whispered, "As will I."

A long moment passed, and Watson saw Holmes give a slight flinch, a mere twitch of his features and his body; and then, with a final pressure of his hand upon Watson's chest, he turned away, saying huskily, "I don't suppose there's some tradition preventing us opening the presents with breakfast, is there?"

Watson heard the faint sound of the creaking tenth step on the main stairs and the clatter of china against china that presaged Mrs. Hudson's arrival with a tray. He let out a breathy laugh and blinked rapidly for a moment, then followed more slowly. "No, not so long as you don't actually get any food on your presents."

"Plural?" Holmes sounded surprised, his voice very nearly back to normal, and he opened the door to reveal Mrs. Hudson balancing a large tray with one hand, the other raised to knock. "Come in Mrs. Hudson. Happy Christmas."

"H-happy Christmas, Mr. Holmes," the landlady said with widened eyes, turning her attention to Watson as she went to the table with her burden. "What have you done to him, Doctor?" She laughed as she started setting out their breakfast quickly, not allowing Watson time to answer. "Never mind, I don't want to know. Just keep doing it!"

"Mrs. Hudson, I'm wounded," Holmes said with utter insincerity and that good woman merely rolled her eyes at him and chuckled.

"So I heard. I hope you're well enough to enjoy Christmas," she said briskly, putting the tray on the sideboard once she was done and heading for the door. "I'll have a proper dinner for both you gentlemen tonight, of course, and some more of the eggnogg you've been enjoying, Doctor."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Watson followed her, stopping to take a few quick steps over to the tree and snatch up a package, returning just as quickly and putting it in her hands as she paused at the door. "Happy Christmas, Mrs. Hudson, from both of us."

"Oh!" Mrs. Hudson looked genuinely surprised and pleased, taking the prettily-wrapped package and beaming up at Watson. "Thank you, Dr. Watson." Shooting Holmes a knowing look, she allowed him a slightly smaller smile. "And you, Mr. Holmes."

Holmes made a noncommittal sound, already kneeling before the tree and peering at tags. She made a huffing sound and shot Watson an eye-roll, as if to ask, 'Lord, how do you put up with him?' and he was chuckling as he closed the door behind her.


Hope everyone had a lovely holiday!
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Current Mood: sillyUnutterably Silly
Current Music: Music From The Hearts Of Space Collection
 
 
 
a knight in slightly inky armour: Holmes  [watson hat!!]xtinethepirate on December 29th, 2009 01:17 am (UTC)
*happy melty sigh* Fluffy fic is the best thing for Christmas, and this is a perfectly snuggleable example. :) Holmes's carefully constructed speech where he doesn't say as much as he does was absolutely lovely, especially. :)
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: SH - Holmes & Watson 09random_nexus on December 29th, 2009 03:56 am (UTC)
I'm so very pleased you liked it!
Thank you SO much for your kind words!
:)
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Nonsensical Whatnotterist: HF - Slasher - Bakaknightrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 03:58 am (UTC)
Happy you enjoyed! You're so welcome, and thank YOU for the comment!
belle_favrielle: Zach and Chrisbelle_favrielle on December 29th, 2009 02:07 am (UTC)
Adorable and perfect. :)
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Chic Purple Lady - merandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 03:59 am (UTC)
Aww, thank you so much!
Jane: Christmasjaneturenne on December 29th, 2009 02:53 am (UTC)
D'awwww! Non-"I love you"-I love yous are one of my very favoritest parts of this fandom ^_^ Hooray for Christmasfluff! And hooray for you, Random dahling <3
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Dark Fae Girlrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 04:07 am (UTC)
Ooohh! I'm totally tickled that you liked it! Fluffy fluff it is! Thank you, m'dearie!
<3
storyfan: sherlock holmesstoryfan on December 29th, 2009 03:24 am (UTC)
When you're not minding Watson's revolver you're creating something beautiful like this.

Braces for the win. And Holmes blocking the stairway? I can picture it.

Good show, as always.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Kitty chasing butterflyrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 04:09 am (UTC)
Although minding that big bad revolver IS quite a job... *giggle*
*pats Watson's pocket reassuringly*

Oh, yes, I have SUCH a thing for men in shirtsleeves & braces, yum! Yay! I love hearing what works!

Thank you, bebe, thank you muchly!
<3
Drake: tastyflight_wo_wings on December 29th, 2009 03:35 am (UTC)
This was so beautiful. ^^ A perfect sequel to an already adorable fic.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Groove Thangrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 04:11 am (UTC)
Oooh, I'm so tickled to hear you enjoyed! Thank you so much for your kind comment!
T: kisskisstriedunture on December 29th, 2009 04:37 am (UTC)
Absolutely loved it! So sweet.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Tornado Ride - merandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 06:23 am (UTC)
Yay! You liked it! Thank you so much!
<3
rabidsamfan: christmas watsonrabidsamfan on December 29th, 2009 05:25 am (UTC)
Excellent! They are definitely a bit silly, but in a wonderfully affectionate way.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Anime Cat - Nyea!random_nexus on December 29th, 2009 06:25 am (UTC)
Oh, we definitely have the silly going on here. I'm happy that you still liked it. Thank you!
:D
pro_prodigypro_prodigy on December 29th, 2009 05:28 am (UTC)
...crispmoose candy?

Whatever it is, IT IS WORKING. Very lovely, wonderful and just hit the spot for a wonderful, spendiferous read after my first second-viewing of the Sherlock Holmes movie.

"In all the things that you can say that I cannot, in all the ways that count, you're right. I am. I do. And, as long as this continues, I will."

That line--art. Lovely, poignant and true to character, true to form, and true to love.

Happy Holmes high five, babe.

Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Dark Fae Girlrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 06:31 am (UTC)
*chuckles* Oh, just silly way of saying Christmas. Crispmoose = Christmas. But candy, well... is candy. ;D

Very tickled to hear that you enjoyed so well! AND after seeing the movie (which I haven't yet).

I was concerned about that line, that it wouldn't come across. I'm exceedingly glad it worked alright for you!

Hee hee! ^5

Thank you SO much for your lovely, kind comments!
➵ she walks in starlight: holmes / we can do anythingigrab on December 29th, 2009 06:09 am (UTC)
ah, i love you. no really, i love your writing. |3

and THIS: “Again?” Watson echoed, glancing up at the mistletoe and then back down to Holmes, eyes fairly twinkling. “So soon? Do you think you can stand the strain?”

“I shall bear it well enough, I think.” Holmes assured him almost solemnly, save for the humour showing in his own eyes, though there was still something more there, as well. “Since it’s for you.”


was just beaaaaaautiful.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Teeny Totororandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 06:34 am (UTC)
Awwww! *big happy grin*
So very pleased that you enjoyed it!
Thanks for your sweet words and for letting me know what particularly worked for you.
:D

EDIT: icon indecisiveness! ;p

Edited at 2009-12-29 06:35 am (UTC)
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siriusmoonpupsiriusmoonpup on December 29th, 2009 07:19 am (UTC)
oh that was absolutely delightful =] i'm a new holmes/watson fan and your fic was the first one i read <3 it was a wonderful read

thank you~!
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Flying monkeysrandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 07:26 am (UTC)
I'm very happy that you liked it! Thank you for commenting!
lilachaze on December 29th, 2009 09:26 am (UTC)
I love fluffy fic and this was just prefect, I hope you don’t mind if I add it to my rec list.
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Chic Purple Lady - merandom_nexus on December 29th, 2009 04:40 pm (UTC)
I'm delighted that you enjoyed it! Please, feel fre to add me to your rec list, I'm honored!

Thanks very much!
it only burns when I breathe: holmes: holmes&watson - look by radioactspikedluv on December 29th, 2009 10:35 pm (UTC)
What a lovely, fun read! Thanks for sharing this. *g*
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: Kitty chasing butterflyrandom_nexus on December 30th, 2009 12:21 am (UTC)
I'm very pleased that you enjoyed it!
Thank YOU for commenting!
januaryfreeze92januaryfreeze92 on January 14th, 2010 05:49 am (UTC)
Thank you for the wonderful fluffies!
I loved the unspoken messages in here :)
Nonsensical Whatnotterist: SH - Holmes & Watson 09 - Storyfanrandom_nexus on January 14th, 2010 06:08 am (UTC)
Oh, thank YOU for letting me know you enjoyed!
Very happy to hear!
:D