A/N: Hi guys, I'm attempting to be spontaneous with my writing so I decided to start doing some prompt writing. Feel free to send me prompts in the reviews below, DM me, tweet me them ( cumberbabe1976) or send me it on Tumblr (Cumberbabes Anonymous - username cumberbabe1976). As always I own nothing; it all belongs to our usual suspects: Mark Gatiss, Stephan Moffat, the BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I hope you enjoy!

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Prompt: Molly visits an aquarium and gets a shock.

Fixed Trait: Sherlock is very shy.

She wandered around the turquoise corridors and archways of the Westminster Sea Life centre. The fishes shimmering in the water, reflecting the light rays around like a mirror. The usually buzzing aquarium was vacant and the serenity was pleasant after her laborious day at the morgue. Molly ambled along, stopping when she reached the sea lions, her favourite part. She stood there for a moment, watching the graceful creatures in the water. Suddenly a hand gripped her shoulder.

"Molly." A baritone voice rumbled from behind her, causing her to jump and turn around, nearly falling over her own feet.

"Sherlock, you s...s...scared me." She replied, her hand placed on her chest, to calm her rapid breathing.

"Mmmhmmm." Sherlock hummed, clasping his hands together and rubbing his thumbs over his wrists.

They stood there in silence for a while just watching the sea lions glide past the window. At some point during the time that had past their hands had entwined and they had moved closer; Molly noticed that Sherlock's foot was twitching, much like a nervous tick.

"S...S...Sherlock? Are you alright?" Molly queried, glancing down at their entwined fingers and attempting to untangle them. At this motion, Sherlock only hung onto her hand tighter and pulled her so she was now pressed against his side.

"Yes, Fine." Sherlock replied quickly, his foot tapping the floor in a steady beat.

"A...a...a...are you sure, you look a bit flushed..." Molly observed looking at him. He was looking straight ahead, refusing to meet her eye, despite Sherlock's sudden affection towards her.

"Fine Molly. I...I just wan to try something. Close your eyes." He said, stumbling over his words.

"Okay, sure." Molly murmured, her eyes fluttering closed.

He leant in, pressing his lips to hers. It lasted a few precious moments and the gentle
pressure of his lips went as quickly as they came. Molly's eyes opened and she turned to face him anger and confusion blazing within her.

"What was that?" Molly almost shouted at him, the anger winning the internal battle.

"What was what, Molly? Do be specific." Sherlock replied flatly, untangling their fingers and looking at the floor.

"The kiss Sherlock! Was that an experiment for you? You know how I f...f...feel about you." Molly continued, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Yes...erm... The kiss... Well..." He stuttered, almost as if his engine of a brain had stopped, coming to a crashing halt.

"Well..." Molly pushed, placing a hand on Sherlock's arm.

"I like you." Sherlock erupted, throwing his arms into the air and stalking off.

"Sherlock wait...Please... Sherlock!" She announced, running after him,

"What?" He sulked, turning around to face her, his eyes ablaze. Molly rose to meet his eye and pressed a kiss to his lips. Sherlock stood still for a moment before he sprung into action. His lips were urgent against hers, the kiss reaching a fever pitch.

They broke apart, panting. Molly was bent over, her hands placed on her knees, like she had just run a marathon.

"Well that was... Erm, yes...erm..." Sherlock breathed,

"Yeah..." She agreed. Sherlock pulled her close.

"John's on his honeymoon, so 221B is free if you want to play Cluedo..."Sherlock suggested, tugging at her hand.

"I'd love to," Molly smiled goofily, looking into his cobalt eyes and brining her hand up to ruffle his dark brunette curls. "Lead the way Mr Holmes." She giggled.

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