Shall we dance?
The music changed to a lulling romantic love song, at the centre of the dance floor was John and his new wife, sharing a private moment together. Molly gazed at them longingly, sipping on a glass of champagne, pondering about the person she had aided all those years ago. Slowly, the other guests took to the dance floor, revolving around the blissful couple. Suddenly a deep baritone voice filled her ears, "Molly, may I have this dance with you?"
Hand outstretched, palm facing upwards, Sherlock came into view. Though his black curls were still a mop atop his head, he looked ever more dashing in this new tuxedo that was perfectly tailored to his body. His face was sincere; there was no mockery in his bright eyes that were swirling galaxies of blue and green. Flustered, Molly could feel her already rouged cheeks blush. Scolding herself mentally, she nodded and answered as calmly as she could, "O-of course, Sherlock."
Placing her hand into his, she followed him to the dance floor. They reached an empty spot and faced each other. Molly swallowed as Sherlock placed his hand on her waist and took her other hand in his, drawing her closer to him. Hesitantly, she slid her free hand up to Sherlock's shoulder, keeping her body rigid. A throaty chuckle emitted from deep in Sherlock's throat, "Molly, why are you still anxious around me, relax."
Creasing her brows she retorted back, "I am not!"
"Prove it." Challenged Sherlock, a small smirk on his face.
It was then, Molly realized how stiff she was, so taking a deep breath she slackened the tension in her muscles and even had the courage to rest her head on his chest. Again Sherlock laughed quietly and she felt the vibrations ripple through his body. For a while they said nothing but swayed silently to the music.
Unexpectedly, Sherlock's breath tickled her ear as he whispered "You look beautiful, Molly".
She felt a small gasp escape her lips. Her heart leapt at Sherlock's first ever compliment to her. Strangely, she did not feel embarrassment but found her timidity dissolve away.
"Thank-you, Sherlock." she replied without a stutter or waver in her voice. Molly closed her eyes as she felt content with Sherlock's warm strong body pressed close to hers and took in his musky scent of wood-spice and books.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Please rate and review, as it does help me improve my writing skills!