i want play fights that lead to you pinning me down and kissing every inch of my body. i want flirty shopping trips after dark with us shooting things into the cart and you getting annoyed with me making puns with all of the item names. i want to make dinner together, smearing the ingredients on each other’s faces more than actually cooking it. i want cuddles on the couch while watching scary movies. and i want you stroking my hair behind my ear before leaning in for my daily after work kiss. i want to spend every holiday with you; taking our kids trick or treating, making food for thanksgiving, decorating the christmas tree, and every year for the rest of my life, i want you to be my new years kiss. i want you. only you. & for as long as i’m still breathing, i want us. for forever and a day.
The first New Years after they get together, Sherlock is going to be so excited to finally get a kiss at midnight. He’s probably going to refuse to kiss John the entire day leading up to it because he wants it to be spectacular.
It is spectacular, and afterwards John can’t stop himself from making the “God, I haven’t kissed you since last year!” joke. Sherlock, groans, rolls his eyes, and kisses him again.
I didn’t really know why I felt the need to get so dressed up for this party, it wasn’t like I was even going to be there longer than what would please my friends. They had begged me to come for days on end, claiming it was going to be the best party of the year. Considering it was a New Year’s party on a Friday night, I had a feeling it would pretty packed. I for one would rather be at home with my boring boyfriend, in my boring apartment, watching the boring broadcasting of Times Square as the ball dropped tonight. Apparently my friends had other plans, not allowing me to do so another year in a row.
My shaky hands were doing a surprisingly good job at applying the thin eyeliner, bringing out my eyes just enough for my liking. My outfit was a bit more dressy than I would normally choose. My top was black, the solid material cut off just above my chest and transforming into an elegant lace that traveled up to my neck, sleeveless. The skirt which it was tucked into was a light mint green that reached just above my knees, and black strappy heels. My hair was in light waves, coming down center back. I felt like I was wasting such a nice outfit on such an insignificant night.