A/N Hey My Lovelies!!!! I'M BACK-ish!!!! Sorry guys! It's been a really rough few days (If you saw my post on my message board then you know what's been going on) but long story short...My manager asked what was wrong, I had a meltdown at work, and now I think I'm starting to climb out of this pit! Thanks for all the love and support <3 Love you guys<3 Anyways...here's another chapter for y'all!!!! Hope you like it!!! Enjoy<3

The cabin was small, but it was so full of memories that John felt his heart swell almost painfully as he and Sherlock made their way up the walkway.

It was Christmas break, and John had talked Sherlock into coming with him to spend the holiday at his family's cabin. Sherlock's family was going to Paris for the break, but the dancer had chosen to stay behind, opting to attend the Christmas recital instead. So John had suggested they spend the break together.

He spun to face his boyfriend, unable to contain the glee that was pulling his lips into a wide grin.

Sherlock looked beautiful in the snow, the tip of his nose bright red in the cold air as he returned John's smile. He was bundled in his ridiculously long coat and blue-grey scarf, and his dark hair stood out against the snow.

"What are you staring at?" There was a blush on Sherlock's cheeks, and he was doing his best to look uncomfortable, but John just grinned wider and closed the gap between them, setting his bags on the ground and gripping Sherlock's hips, tugging the taller boy closer.

"Other than the most amazing, gorgeous boyfriend anyone could ask for? Nothing at all Love." Sherlock's blush deepened, and he gently swatted John's shoulder, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to John's lips.

"You're ridiculous."

"Oi! It's Christmas, I'm allowed to be ridiculous." Sherlock laughed, letting out a soft sound as John kissed him firmly. "I'm glad you came, Christmas would have sucked without you."

"John, we have spent the last sixteen Christmases apart, we would have been fine."

"Nope, I wouldn't have survived the week without my Tiny Dancer." Sherlock snorted in amusement, dropping his head against John's shoulder with a giggle. They laughed for a moment, enjoying each other's company under the gently falling snow.

"Can we please go inside now? I'm starting to get rather cold." Sherlock mumbled, nuzzling closer. John felt his boyfriend begin to tremble from the cold and hugged him a little tighter.

"Alright Babe, come on then, Mum said she'd have cookies and coco made when we got here."

John loved Christmas, the way everything smelled of cinnamon and pine, how the fireplace crackled pleasantly as he pulled his boyfriend close.

His Mum and Harriet had run into town, leaving Sherlock and John to fend for themselves.

"You know what I love about this place?" John asked, pressing a soft kiss into Sherlock's hair. The younger boy hummed, tilting his head back and smiling up at John. "There's no neighbours, no one for miles." He grinned as he felt Sherlock squirm against him. He knew the boy understood what he meant, and he was certain that he would never not love how easily he could make his boyfriend tremble.

"J-John-"

"I could make you fucking scream, and no one would know." John slipped one of his hands under the hem of Sherlock's sweater, brushing the skin lightly and smirking when his boyfriend squirmed again.

"J-John- they- they're going to be back soon-"

"So? We can be fast." John pushed at Sherlock's shoulders, wriggling out from under the skinny boy and shifting so he was resting between his legs. "Christ Babe, your legs just never end, do they?" Sherlock blushed and covered his face, clearly self-conscious. John pulled his hands away and pressed a firm kiss to his lips, smirking as the boy sighed softly. "Don't be shy Love, I love your long-ass legs." Sherlock's blush deepened and John leaned down, pushing the sweater out of the way to suck at his collarbone. "I love everything about you." He mumbled against the skin of Sherlock's neck as he started tugging at the other boy's sweater.

John had managed to pull Sherlock's sweater off and was in the middle of removing his own when his phone rang, startling Sherlock. He wanted to ignore it, but it was Harry's ringtone, so he answered.

"Yeah?"

"We'll be back in five, please have all penises back in their rightful places, and no unnecessary skin showing."

"Do you have to be such a brat?"

"I'm not being a brat, I'm just not too keen on walking in on my brother balls deep in my dance partner." Before he could say anything, Harry had disconnected.

John groaned and dropped his head against Sherlock's chest, contemplating what to do. Gentle fingers pressing against his shoulder brought his attention back to the beautiful boy beneath him.

"John, we should get dressed." John groaned again leaning in to kiss his boyfriend deeply again before pushing away.

"Sorry Love, maybe next time." An idea made it's way into his mind and he pinned Sherlock down, ignoring his protests. "When's your birthday?"

"January sixth."

"Perfect, we'll come out here for the night, and I'll fuck your beautiful brains out." Sherlock's cheeks darkened again and John laughed, kissing his boyfriend once more before standing, grabbing their shirts and handing Sherlock his.

They settled back onto the sofa, curled under a blanket while they watched Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer. Harry and their Mum arrived and joined them, Harry curling against Sherlock's other side just to make the other boy uncomfortable.

By the time the movie ended, John's Mum, Harry, and Sherlock were all asleep. John took a moment to glance around the small sitting room of the cabin, his heart swelling at the sight of his family and the boy he loved sleeping so peacefully.

It was shaping up to be the best Christmas yet.

The next day was filled with laughter, carols sung off key, decorating of cookies and the tree, and even a surprise visit from John's Grandparents.

John watched Sherlock throughout the day, his heart swelling every time the boy smiled. He loved seeing his boyfriend happy, and the joy that coursed through his veins as he watched Harry try to decorate Sherlock with leftover tinsel from the tree.

When Harry finally got bored of bothering Sherlock, John waved him over, gripping his hips and pulling him back to stand under the kitchen doorway.

"Why does Harriet insist on trying to decorate me?" John laughed and pulled Sherlock down for a deep kiss, making the taller boy moan softly.

"Because you're beautiful." Sherlock blushed, smiling softly at John's words. "Happy Christmas Love."

"Happy Christmas John." John kissed Sherlock again, smirking at the sigh that fell from the younger boy's chest as he licked into his mouth.

"Oi! Love-birds! Think you can keep your tongues to yourselves for a few minutes so we can open gifts?" John broke the kiss and glanced at his Mum, who was focused on digging gifts out from under the tree, before playfully flipping Harry off, laughing and ducking as she threw a pillow at them.

He yelped when someone slapped the back of his head, turning back to glare sheepishly at his Nan, whom he had forgotten was in the kitchen.

"Be nice to Harriet, John."

"She threw a pillow at me!" He whined, wrapping an arm around Sherlock's waist and leaning his head against a bony shoulder. "She could have hit my Tiny Dancer!" Sherlock blushed again and glared at John. Nan huffed, patting their cheeks affectionately and smiling.

"Oh you two, so sweet." Sherlock blushed darker and John grinned up at him, leaning up and pressing a wet kiss to his cheek, earning a groan of embarrassment and disgust from his boyfriend. "You know though, that kind of behaviour won't be tolerated in the Army Dearie." John's whole world compressed down to the way Sherlock tensed against him.

They hadn't discussed what would happen after graduation, they hadn't talked about their plans for after school, and where their relationship would go.

He offered his Nan a tense smile and glanced up at Sherlock. The boy was chewing anxiously at his bottom lip and staring at the floor. Nan stepped around them, and John turned Sherlock to face him, cupping his cheek and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

"Hey, don't think about that right now Love, let's just have fun, and we can talk about it later, good?" Sherlock nodded timidly, offering John a smile that was just a little too sad for Christmas day. "I love you."

"I love you too John."

Throughout the rest of the night, John did his best to take Sherlock's mind off what his Nan had said. Soon enough, the gifts were unwrapped and the family was sitting down to dinner.

As they ate, John once again glanced around at his family, his eyes landing on his boyfriend. Harry had seated herself across from Sherlock and was bugging him, as usual, by sneaking little chunks of cranberry sauce into his mashed potatoes when he wasn't looking.

The previous Christmas had been hard on their family, following his dad's sudden departure and new marriage. As John watched Sherlock flinching in disgust as he got yet another mouthful of cranberry sauce, making his little sister giggle hysterically, he felt his chest tighten with emotion.

This was what last Christmas had been missing, laughter, love, and joy.

He didn't know how many more of these Christmases he would have with Sherlock, but he silently vowed to make every single one of them as amazing as this one.