Lava
A couple stands in front of 221B Baker Street, the woman wearing a sultry black cocktail dress, the tall man wearing his signature Belstaff.
"That was a wonderful meal, Sherlock." she whispers, her eyes gleeful with just a hint of suggestion.
"Of course." he replies deeply, his eyes blazing as he looks down at his companion, his smoldering aura permeating the air even through the cold. "I don't do anything in halves, after all."
She leans up and in, her intention quite clear. Sherlock indulges her the moment for a bit, but just as her lips were supposed to meet hers, he speaks. "It's getting late. Shouldn't you be getting home now?"
A sigh, quickly covered up by a demure smile. "I suppose."
He smirks. "Well then. I guess you're going to have to come back for the inevitable progression."
She returns his smirk. "I suppose so. Goodnight, Mr. Holmes."
Sherlock slumps down on the sofa, shrugging off his Belstaff (and the evening's events) as he enters his mind palace to organize what he's learned. The couch shifts due to the addition of another weight beside him.
"Dear heavens, Sherlock, you smell like her. Did you kiss her?" the voice beside him asks, warning him to better have the right answer.
"Of course not."
A moment of contemplation, before the voice speaks again. "Then could you go take a shower? The smell is making me nauseated…"
At this, Sherlock opens his eyes and regards his little pathologist of a wife with his signature smirk. "Jealous?"
She merely looks at him blandly. "My husband just went on a romantic dinner date with another woman."
"You know it was for the case, Molly. And you were right in the next room."
She groans, remembering how she could hear every attempt at flirting, and her husband's very convincing play-along. "Don't remind me. I mean seriously, who can be so brazen on the first date? No wonder her boss is now stalking her."
"Wrong." he interrupts. "She's stalking her boss. Actually, she just murdered him last night."
"How in the world could you have figured that out from your frankly pointless dinner?"
"Molly, there's a reason they call me the best detective in Europe."
"There's also reason everybody wants to kill you. You're an arrogant git."
"You love me anyway."
Molly stands up, rolling her eyes and going to the kitchen to fix herself a cup of tea. "You're insufferable, Sherlock Holmes. Oh, and next time, I'm not making molten lave cakes anymore. You're already going on dates, I shouldn't have to serve you and your date food too."
Sherlock could only chuckle from the living room.
Note: Because Sherlock would of course tell Molly of his plan to woo a murder witness/murderess so she wouldn't misunderstand, and then he'd ask her to bake the dessert for the date. :))
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