The hot summer night thing was great but imagine the coldest winter night & the wind is howling & ice is curling across the windows & john is wearing the matching pajama set his mom made him before she died & he wakes up freezing so he goes downstairs in his fuzzy socks to find more blankets & he looks so rumpled and cute and sherlock wants to cuddle with him so badly & they end up in their chairs in front of the warm fire drinking hot chocolate & laughing at each others whipped cream mustaches