Speechless, John stepped back to put a bit of distance between their bodies. “Er, that’s. That’s…nice of you.”For a moment, Sherlock stared down at him. John could nearly feel Sherlock’s breath on his lips. His mouth ran dry. His heart felt as if it were trying to pound its way up his throat. Sherlock Holmes. What are you thinking?Sherlock scattered the tension by spinning off to grab his coat and sweep downstairs. “Come on, John. Let’s see what Peterson has for us this time.”
This fic offers a Christmas-themed casefic intermeshed with a Post-Reichenbach recovery fic that challenges John to acknowledge his lingering resentment and begin to move past it.