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Christmas with his parents was less of an ordeal with his husband, John, and the newly engaged Greg and Mycroft in tow. Still, he was oh so glad to see 221B Baker Street again.
“Hudder’s still baking up a storm I see, or rather I smell.” John commented as Sherlock opened their door.
“That’s not from Mrs. Hudson’s…” Sherlock paused at the door and sniffed, “it’s in here.”
John quietly lowered the bags to the floor, on alert, as they entered the flat. John looked carefully around the sitting room.
Sherlock went straight down the hall to inspect his bedroom and the bathroom.
“Um, Sherlock…” John called as he entered the kitchen, “…it was not Mrs. Hudson in our kitchen.”
A box of gingerbread men cookies were on the kitchen table. These were not your normal cookies. These men were decorated with black and silver icing, some in flagrant sexual positions, each one in BDSM gear.
“You’re homebound for the next 48 hours. I know what you like. Happy Christmas!” Sherlock read the card.
“Irene again?” John opened the box and sniffed, “just like last year; laced with an aphrodisiac?”
Sherlock nodded as he loosened his scarf and chose a very provocative cookie.
“Ooh, I say let’s start here.”
John grinned lecherously as he began to strip and took a bite.