A/N: So I wrote this tiny little piece in between work and waiting for a dinner appointment. I was at this lovely cafe that smelt of delicious coffee and it was just such a lovely environment, I thought I'd use it for a little Sherlolly moment. Here is that moment. x
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"Coffee?"
"No…no thanks…" said Molly, buried in her paperwork. The cafeteria was abandoned and the hardworking pathologist had decided to station herself there for a change.
"It's a latte, with soy milk, no sugar."
"Sounds good, but no thanks…" she murmured, her tired eyes scanning all the data before her.
"It's freshly made…"
"I said, no thank y-…Wait, who's talking to…" Molly looked up and could barely finish her sentence, "…me…"
"Hello, Molly," said the tall, dark stranger. Well, he wasn't really a stranger.
"Sherlock," she whispered.
"Mind if I sit down?" he asked, setting the steaming cup before her.
"N-no…please."
Sherlock sat across from her and reached for her cold, busy hands, wrapping them firmly in his own gloved ones.
"What do you need this time?" she asked quietly.
"You." he answered, leaning across to kiss her gently on the lips.
End