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Here's the second chapter, edited by JazzmaCumberful (Twitter)
Molly let out a breath she didn't know she was holding,
She even pinched her nose to find out if she was dreaming.
"What are you doing?" Sherlock asked Molly.
"Is what's happening now just all in my head? I'm checking to see!"
Sherlock smiled the brightest smile Molly had ever seen.
She was quite glad it wasn't because of a murder or a crime scene.
He then placed his hands on her shoulders,
looked into her eyes and reassured her:
"All this is real, dear Molly, I tell you.
If you want some proof, would you like me to kiss you?
However, there'll still be times I'll be annoying as before,
but I'll make it up with a date once a week, or twice, maybe four?"
In response, Molly suggested: "Oh, Sherlock, no need, we could just skip those over,
instead we could spend one whole day of crime-solving together!"
At the memory those words brought, Sherlock started to chuckle,
and Molly also could not help but giggle.
After a while, Sherlock became quiet and began to stare at her.
Then all of a sudden, the noise of the city seemed to fade altogether.
In his head, he thinks, "Sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side-oh, who cares?!
It is not at all a victory if I'll keep on denying this blissful feeling that with her I share.
Then slowly he began to lean in closer to her…
They closed their eyes at the same time and shared their very first kiss together...
Under the moon and the stars, twinkling and shining so brightly,
the detective and the pathologist embraced passionately.
Breaking the silence, Molly spoke, "Now I can see all this is real and true-
Sherlock cut in and asked, "Fancy some chips, my love?"
With a wide and lovely smile, Molly replied, "Oh yes, darling, I do!"
