I may do text messages in the next oneshot again if you guys want :).

(sorry this is late, but its still the first day of January, so its still New Years day xD)

Sherlock looked up as he saw John enter 221B, putting the groceries on the table, and setting them in the pantry.

Sherlock stared at John as he moved back and forth from the pantry to opening the grocery bags up, and placing the food in there.

Came back from South shop near the bakery. Had a row with a cabbie, work was shit; sick kid puked on him,-rose? No, no those arent- i stand corrected. It rained earlier? ... hes wet. Water mostly in matted hair-damn...

Sherlock licked his lips at Johns wet, ruffled hair, which stuck up a bit, and then he shook his head, resuming his deductions.

... Most water on shoulders, but it didnt rain in the south, it rained in west. What was he doing in the west- oh my go-

Sherlocks eyes shot to the tan, flat exposed skin of Johns stomach, which was showing due to the fact that John was trying to place his Jam on the top shelf.

Sherlock stared at the skin as John struggled to reach high enough, before he finally made it, the clothes covering up the tan.

Sherlock swallowed, and resumed once again his deductions.

Why was he in the west? What day is it?

Sherlocks eyes shot to the time, which read: 9:12 pm, and then his eyes shot to the calender, reading the date.

December 31st.

His eyes widened, and he flicked his eyes back to go look at John, only to see him standing right in front of him, smiling.

"Happy New Year, Sherlock," John said, folding his hands behind his back.

"As to you, John," Sherlock smiled lightly.

John cleared his throat, turning a bit pink, before looking at Sherlock.

"I bought tickets.." John said, holding them out towards Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at the tickets, before looking up at John, an eyebrow raised.

"For?" He asked, and John shifted on his feet.

"I was wondering... if you... if you would like to.. go see the fireworks show... with me," John said, a bit shyly.

Sherlock sat up, looking down at John before taking a ticket out of Johns hand.

"I would love too," Sherlock said, and John grinned.

-

John and Sherlock lay in the grass, away from the families which were all huddled up to get a "better" view of the fireworks.

Sherlock said that they were all idiots, and that him and John would get the best view if they sat farther back.

Of course, Sherlock was telling the truth.. but, that was not the reason he wanted to be away from them... to be.. lonely.. with John. On New Years.

Just them, laying in the grass, and watching the lights in the sky explode.

That was not what Sherlock intended.

Nope.

Not even close.

"They will start shooting them in a bit," John said, laying down on the blanket him and Sherlock set up.

It was a bit cold, and they both brought a couple blankets to hold close when they watched the fireworks.

"Hmm.." Sherlock responded with a closed-mouth noise in his throat.

They sat in silence, enjoying eachother company, before John sat up, and turned to Sherlock.

"Um.. Sherl-"

Suddenly there was a loud 'peeewwwwPOP!" Sound, and John looked up to see the fire in the sky explode and rain down, colors falling after it.

People cheered, and then another one shot up, and another.

Slowly, John sat back down on the blanket, and next to Sherlock.

As they watched, Sherlock sat up, and John looked at his back, and felt his hert swell at the sight of Sherlock looking up at the fireworks, and John sat up too, looking at him all the while.

"Sherlock," John whispered, and Sherlock turned to him.

"There was something ive been meaning to tell you for a while now-"

"5 minutes!"

A man called, and everyone cheered.

"5 minutes?" Sherlock spoke.

"I.. i think they mean until 12. They're doing a countdown,"

John said, and Sherlock nodded, looking up at the firework, which now had exploded again.

John stared at his profile, before suddenly, taking Sherlocks hand in his, and looking away.

He felt Sherlock go rigid, before relaxing, and intertwining their fingers.

"1 Minute!" the man yelled, and everyone screamed.

John turned towards Sherlock, warmth clear on his face.

Sherlock looked at him with a stunned expression, although his eyes were at ease, his mouth was lightly open.

John gave him a light smile, eyes flicking down to Sherlocks lips, and back up to his gorgeous eyes, wetting his lips a bit, before swallowing.

"30 Seconds!"

Sherlock felt his heart begin to patter, his mind unfolding and finally recovering the knowledge he deleted a while back.

On New Years, a tradition is done.

At 12 o clock on New Years Eve, couples are supposed to-

"15 Seconds!"

The man called, and Sherlocks eyes widened, as he began to understand what John was planning to do to him- to his lips.

John.

"5!"

Sherlock stared at John, heart beating quickly when he felt John move closer, hand dragging up Sherlocks forearm.

"4!"

He felt Johns other arm wrap around to his other side, resting on his hips.

"3!"

Johns hand moved to Sherlocks shoulder, pulling Sherlock closer.

"2!"

Johns eyes began to droop a bit, while tilting his head, Sherlock doing the same.

"1!"

Cheers rang as all the fireworks went up at the same time, explosions coursing through the cold dark sky, lighting it with variety of colors everywhere.

Johns lips met Sherlocks, hand moving from his shoulder to his curls, and pulling him forward, deepening the kiss and running his fingers through Sherlocks black locks.

Sherlock moaned against Johns lips, and John slowly was pushing Sherlock back, and soon enough, John was on top of Sherlock, knees on both sides of his hips, hands on either sides of his face, kissing him pationately.

As they pulled away, panting breaths, Sherlock looked up at John, and swallowed, lips pink, cheeks flushed.

"John-"

"Happy New Year Sherlock Holmes,"

John whispered down at him, before Sherlock smiled lightly, pulling John down for another kiss.