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It was a calm snowing night. Snowflakes were dancing in the air, catching the glares of the Christmas lights all over the city. It was not crowded, people were gathering at home wight families and their loved ones.
Sherlock with William stayed home too after some shopping in the morning. They were walking covered with snow London streets, filled with Christmas hustle and bustle. Sherlock was so endeared with his Liam wearing a big red scarf that matched red from cold winter wind Liam's cheeks. While William could not go anywhere without holding Sherly's cold hand in his. They visited Christmas market and tried some mulled wine, took lots of photos and even had a snowball fight. Wet and cold, they headed home at once. Home was warm and peaceful. And this one Christmas night was for the two of them only.
After a nice hot bath, William made Sherlock wear the raccoon onesie he bought for him. The pair of cute animal onesies was William's Christmas present last year. Since then, Sherlock would wear it almost every night at home after work. William's was cat one, and Sherlock couldn't find any other more suitable.
The flame in the fireplace crackled softly, casting warm dancing shadows on the wall. Muffled music was echoing around the living room from a vinyl record player with some Christmas songs. There was no other sound except for quiet peaceful breathing of two. Sometimes Sherlock would talk in his sleep, though.
It was livelier just some long moments ago. They were chatting about everything and anything, laughing. Sherlock would kiss William every time he finds his Liam cute, which is… quite often. And William would smile shyly and hide his look at his cup.
After a fancy Christmas feast, they danced to the Christmas songs playing on their vintage vinyl record player. Sherlock made hot chocolate – William always trusts him with the drinks – while William prepared a plate with Christmas cookies he made with his beloved brothers the other day in Moriarty manor. Louis seemed to be annoyed with the idea of William treating Sherlock with these cookies, that made William laugh at his cute pouting little brother. Sherlock enjoyed the cookies, even though William didn't tell him the story about making them. But knowing Sherlock, he probably had already guessed as much, because Louis is the only one Moriarty brother who can make anything edible.
A plate with cookies on the floor, and William sat himself in front of a fireplace, waiting for Sherlock to join him with two big cups of hot chocolate. William also prepared books with Christmas stories and fairytales to enjoy the magical winter evening.
Sherlock was listening to calm Liam's voice, endeared with the softness in it. It was like floating in the sea, wrapped in warm, playful waves. He was drifting, and William noticed his lover's mind is somewhere else. So he made Sherlock read a story to him. Sherlock's voice was deep and hoarse. It felt like home. William got sleepy quickly and put his head onto Sherly's shoulder, feeling safe and comfortable near the man.
Sherlock heard Liam's breathing got slower and steady, so he placed the book he was reading nearby and took a thick fluffy blanket to cover Liam with it. He was watching his beloved's cute sleeping face, untroubled and oh so dear to him. He didn't notice how he got sleepy too and passed out resting his head on top of William's.
Maybe, Santa would come to their house too…
The fireplace crackling danced in perfect harmony with the music.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;
Soon the bells will start,
And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing
Right within your heart