A/N: I am in denial about this transcription that never seems to end. So here I am distracting myself with the best distraction there is, Sherlolly.
Again
When it happened, it was pure silence. His mouth touching hers as his hand instinctively held her face close to him. They kissed, ever so tentatively. When it was over and their faces parted, Molly smiled a sort of dizzy, unsure smile while Sherlock's hands remained on her face.
"How…pleasant." he said.
Molly could only stare in response as she processed the whole unthinkable situation that Sherlock Holmes had placed them in. She was supposed to be working alone at the lab tonight and had not expected him to barge in with a slew of questions on the chemical properties of a certain metal he was studying for a case.
As she answered them one by one, like some sort of quick-fire round on University Challenge, Sherlock's eyes gleamed in sheer admiration for the soft-spoken but intellectually articulate scientist and doctor that was Molly Hooper.
"So, if you look at the molecular structure here," Molly explained in her own quiet, unassuming way, "You will see that it has, in fact, been galvanised, even though it's been made to look otherwise."
When she was done, she looked up from all the notes and equations she had been scribbling and broke into a charming smile. The brightness of her smile and the sheer ingenuity of her analysis were like arrows, shooting at his own galvanised heart.
"That was brilliant." he whispered, before leaning forward and kissing her.
As Molly tried to make sense of this peculiar evening and its even more peculiar outcome, Sherlock, in his own recollection of the evening, could not help but fixate on her face.
"Molly," he said, his hands reluctantly letting go of her face.
"Yes?"
"Could we try that again?"
End