I'm always saddened by the small number of Molly x Irene fics, so I'm trying my best to help with that! The always lovely afteriwake sent me several prompts on Tumblr, so I'm collecting them all here for your enjoyment! Let me know what you think.

Prompt: Molly plans a date to impress Irene and it goes horribly awry, but that's okay. Irene has a good time anyway.


"What do you mean you can't find my reservation? I called two weeks ago!" Molly agitatedly told the host.

The bowtie-clad man stared down at her over the tops of his spectacles, a fake smile plastered on his face. He really had to be one of the most pretentious men she had ever seen in her life.

"Miss Hopper–"

"Hooper," Molly corrected tersely.

"Yes, well, perhaps you are mistaken. Are you sure you reserved a table at this establishment?" His tone made perfectly clear that he found her unworthy of dining at a high-class restaurant such as this.

His eyes traveled down her body, taking in her vintage flower-print dress and worn-down heels. Molly shifted uncomfortably under his intense scrutiny. (She would have thought she'd be used to that by now, having worked with Sherlock Holmes for the better part of a decade.)

"Perhaps the café down the street would be more suited to your… tastes?"

Molly wanted to punch that smug little grin right off the bastard's face.

"Molly?" A sultry voice called out. An arm wrapped around Molly's waist, pulling her snug against the taller woman. "Is something wrong, mon chaton?"

Molly tilted her head slightly, gazing up at her beautiful girlfriend. She was draped in a satin, blood-red gown that fell to just below her knees. It clung to her curves perfectly, revealing just enough skin to arouse the imagination.

Molly often wondered what other people saw when they observed the pair of them together. Confident, sexy Irene Adler and awkward, timid Molly Hooper hardly appeared to be a match made in heaven, but Molly had never been happier. She hoped Irene felt the same.

Today was the one-year anniversary of the day they met, and Molly had wanted everything to be perfect. She should have known something like this would happen. Since when had anything gone right in her life? (Excluding her relationship with the fiery dominatrix, of course. She would always consider their first meeting one of the luckiest moments of her life.)

"The restaurant seems to have misplaced my reservation, love. This… charming… man was just explaining to me that we might consider somewhere else instead."

The man in question had tensed as soon as Irene waltzed up, his eyes widening in recognition. Everybody knew who Irene Adler was. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he glanced back and forth between the two women, fitting the clues together in his head as he realized the relationship between them.

Irene focused her attention on the flustered host, lifting one eyebrow at his appearance. She leveled him with a scowl as he struggled to find words.

"M-miss Adler," he stuttered. "C-can I-I assist you t-today?"

Irene's lips curved upwards in a malicious grin. "Oh, I doubt that will be necessary. My girlfriend and I will be leaving now." As if to prove her point, Irene leant down and gave Molly a passionate kiss. The pathologist was quite out of breath by the time Irene pulled away, too stunned to say anything in reply.

"Come on, Molly. How about we order takeaway from that Chinese place you like so much? I would much rather spend the evening at your flat. Alone." Her meaning was clear, and Molly flushed in anticipation.

She nodded, linking her arm with Irene's as the dominatrix turned towards the door.

Before they departed, however, she stopped, well within earshot of the host, and stage-whispered, "Just between you and me, darling, this restaurant is vastly overrated."

Molly glanced back over her shoulder, presenting the now-ashen man with a vindictive smirk. Perhaps tonight would not be a complete failure after all.

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Two hours later found Molly and Irene curled up together on her sofa, watching some overly dramatic reality television show. Empty food containers laid forgotten on the table in front of them.

Molly yawned and lifted her head from Irene's shoulder. The dominatrix glanced at her, and she must have sensed some of Molly's unease for she asked, "Mon chaton? What is it?"

Molly glanced down at her hands, nervously twisting themselves together in her lap. "I'm sorry," she muttered softly. "Tonight was supposed to be perfect. I must have mistook the day of the reservation or something, and I–"

Irene cut her off with a quick kiss. "Don't apologize, Molly. Tonight was everything I could have hoped for and more."

"Really?" Molly peeked at Irene, not entirely surprised to see her smiling back.

"Yes. I spent tonight with my absolutely gorgeous girlfriend," – Molly blushed –, "celebrating the best year of my life. What more could I possibly want?"

"Well I did have one more activity planned…." Molly drifted off, locking eyes with Irene. The other woman smirked devilishly.

"Why, Doctor Hooper," she said, placing a hand over her heart. "Are you trying to seduce me?"

Rather than answering, however, Molly stood up and strode towards the bedroom, pulling a laughing Irene Adler along with her.