This isn't exactly a new thing. I'm tossing all my ficlets from Tumblr set in this married!sherlolly AU in other places. They aren't particularly long but maybe the new ones could be. My brain expresses things in waves but who knows. This is the first of five that I've had written so who knows what could happen after that. Anyways I hope you like it if this is your first time reading it - or maybe your second time depending on if you keep up on the blog ;)

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WHY HE LOVES HER

Sherlock experienced the majority of his favorite moments with Molly when they were alone in their bedroom. She was usually sleeping but for him just being able to look at her and see all the things that he found sweet about her in her appearance and what laid beneath that was what made him feel that everything that they had been through together was worth it.

Three years of marriage wasn't long but for a man who spent years on his own, dismissing any kind of romantic attachment to anyone he found it baffling that he was able to find the chemical defect with someone so strong even if she didn't look it.

As he lay near her head watching the smile on her lips flicker and disappear as she slept and slumbered he felt himself smiling at how utterly deceiving she could be. When it came to Moriarty and CAM - and all the others who came to try to take him from the world, the ones who tried to stand in the way of this good thing that he couldn't imagine being without he couldn't fathom his life any gloomier if he couldn't press kisses to her brow just so he could know that she was there. That he could do that and have to take it back. If he couldn't take her hand when they were walking, linking their phalanges together to make him feel close.

He didn't know if he could take it. Not one single day without his wife, his friend, his partner in most respects.

Of course he knew what most said about him back when he first revealed that he was marrying Molly, and even now he can recollect all the stares of wonder of how it happened and how it continued to flourish. He knew how hard it was to love him and for him to love someone without guarding himself but when it was Molly and him he felt like it was like learning to fly for the first time.

Liberating and new every single day.

He leaned over to kiss her softly on the lips knowing it would wake her. Her eyes were a cloud of fog but he loved the feel of her hands gripping at the ends of his hair as she took the kiss for more than what it was worth. He smiled against her mouth as he did the same only stopping when he felt the air leave from his lungs.

Molly looked at him with a lazy grin on her mouth, asking him a question he had heard her say many times over the years, "What was that about?"

"I love you." He told her, looking her over again.

She giggled. "I love you too, Sherlock. Is that why you woke me up?"

"Well, not completely." He grinned as she rolled on top of him.

"Since I'm awake and all." She shot a wink at him causing him to chuckle. They spent their mornings like this often.

When they ate breakfast together later with Toby circling around their feet in the kitchen he ticked off another thing off his list.

She was everything he needed. That's why it worked.