A/N: I am not paying attention at work. So - this secretive, sneaky and rather suggestive Sherlolly happened ;) Hope you'll enjoy. x
Attention
The lights were distracting. It interrupted all lines of vision. Still, all it took was a little more concentration than usual to make the silly strobe lights disappear. It was a few more minutes than he had imagined he would need, but he found her in the end. She had spotted him spotting her, tilted her head in acknowledgement and lightly raised her glass.
"Sir, champagne?" came the stray voice of a random waiter.
"No, but have you any water?" asked Sherlock.
"Of course, I've one last sparkling water here..." gestured the waiter to the detective who barely turned to face him, "I can always fetch you a still one if you..."
"Sparkling is good. Thank you." interrupted the detective, reaching for the glass before striding off in her direction.
Molly was sipping from her glass slowly, staring at the lights and bobbing her head gently to the music that filled the room.
"Staying sober?" asked Sherlock as he moved to stand beside her.
The two of them had their backs against a velvet curtain as they quietly watched the colourful crowd that danced, laughed and mingled in the dimness.
"Didn't we agree to?" she asked back, looking over at his sparkling water.
"We did." he said with a smirk.
The detective raised his glass to her, and her matching glass of bubbly water clinked delicately against his.
"So. How long more?" he asked, casually.
"We should at least stay for the toast," she answered, "Mrs Hudson would like that. She's been deliriously happy her son's finally gotten married."
"Hmm, I suppose."
"It's an important day for her, Sherlock," Molly reiterated, glancing a little sternly at him.
Sherlock smirked at her expression, causing her to break into a grin herself. Molly had no reason to worry, Sherlock would never disappoint his beloved landlady.
"Do you suppose..." began Sherlock.
"Mm?"
"If we just turned up for the toast, that would do, wouldn't it?" he asked, leaning in to Molly slightly.
Tapping her fingers gently against her glass, Molly smiled and nodded in contemplation.
"Well, that was the whole reason we decided to lay off the booze tonight," she answered, "You said we needed to pay attention."
"I did say that, didn't I?" he remarked, finishing his glass of sparkling water.
"Wouldn't want to be late for the toast and upsetting Mrs Hudson-"
She was cut short by the detective's laugh. It was a quiet, private laugh. Molly could see from the way he bit the insides of his mouth and tucked in his chin. He abandoned his glass on the nearest surface he could find and turned to face Molly.
"I don't care about being late," he whispered, slipping his hand surreptitiously into hers.
Molly felt his fingers playfully intertwining with hers and bit a growing smirk.
"Well, you should," she answered, turning to him and sneaking a kiss on his neck.
His eyes lit the moment her lips touched his skin.
"I'm still going to pay attention," he whispered again, removing the glass from her hand. "But not to the time,"
Molly laughed as she felt him tug at her hand. They had agreed, had they not?
"Fine, I'll watch for the time," she said, looking up at him.
"Good," he smirked, "Because I'd much rather be paying attention to you."
With a laugh and another secret kiss in between flickering lights, Sherlock took the hand of the woman he loved and the pair slid quietly away from all the dancing and lights.
END
