A continuation of 'Boxing day' and Happy 'New Year, Molly Hooper'. This will (probably) be the last installment in this series. But, then again it was never supposed to go past the original one-shot, so who knows? Not me!
Summary: Takes place the morning after the New Year's party at Baker's street; After their kiss Sherlock and Molly have a few issues to resolve.
A/N: This one is a bit longer than the prior two but won't be an epic – just a few(2 or 3)chapters. If you haven't read the previous two stories, I suggest doing so.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock.
Please R&R!
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Molly Hooper had always been a morning person. She woke up every morning with an optimistic outlook for the day ahead. So the fact that she woke up with a smile on the morning of 1 January 2012 was not out of the ordinary; she'd woken up smiling plenty of times. But never before had the grin been so wide that her cheeks hurt from the strain; it felt as if she had been smiling throughout the entire night. And as she remembered the events of the previous evening, the party at Baker's street, she realised that was a very likely possibility.
Last night Sherlock Holmes had kissed Molly Hooper. Not just any kiss – not a simple(awkward) peck on the cheek like at Christmas. But a real honest to god knee buckling, inside melting, full-blown snog.
Molly brought her fingertips to her lips and could swear they were still tingling. Then her mouth somehow stretched back even further.
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Sherlock Holmes had never particularly been a morning person. He wasn't partial to any certain time of day really. Time only ever mattered to him was when he was on a case. Only when he was working did his eyes pop open after waking from the requisite sleep he needed to function properly with an invigorating feeling, ready to get on with whatever puzzle that needed to be solved.
But now that Irene Adler was deceased he had no compelling case at the moment. Therefore it was odd for him to come awake with that flutter of excitement in his gut.
His brow pulled together as he tried to recall what could possibly be the cause for this feeling.
What new game had he been introduced to?
His brow smoothed out as the realisation dawned on him. The events of the night before folding out in his mind.
He, Sherlock Holmes had kissed Molly Hooper.
The flutter vanished and his stomach sank as he realised what a horrible mistake he had made.
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