He was eighteen years old when she came back to that very field on the night they both had their school formals. Sherlock had refused to attend and went out to the field with his violin to compose in the late evening. The sound of the river rushing into a small lake through the trees at the field's edge helped calm his mind. A pair of headlights distracted him for a moment, wondering who it was. From where he stood, he saw a young woman, about sixteen, dressed in a strapless, A-line, aubergine chiffon dress with a sweetheart neckline step out. He watched curiously as she tugged off her shoes and threw them into the car.
She looked up toward the field, her chocolate brown eyes, puffy from crying, looked into his cerulean ones. Molly knew she could never forget his ever-changing eyes and those unruly black curls.
"You're still here," she laughed in disbelief. "Sorry for the intrusion; I got into this fight with my boyfriend, Jim, at formal. Well, ex-boyfriend now. I stole his car." Molly continued to laugh through her tears.
"You're not intruding," he told her, setting his violin back in its case and closing the gap between them. "I'm glad you're here." A warm summer breeze blew through their hair. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she paused, "Yellowbeard." Sherlock chuckled at that.
"Molly Hooper…my wild beauty," he remarked with a smile that lit up his eyes. "What?" he asked when she started walking towards the lake in her bare feet. The chignon bun in her hair was pulled out with a quick tug of her hand.
"The water's warm enough," was all she told him. "Unzip me?" Sherlock's eyes blinked wildly at her, but did as she asked. Her dress dropped to the ground, leaving her only in her underthings.
"What are you doing?" he asked, turning his head away like a gentleman whilst she unhooked her bra.
"What? You've never gone skinny dipping before?" she questioned. "Well, go on, get undressed. I won't peek, I promise." The sound of water splashing and settling told him it was okay to turn his head now, as she was already relaxing in the water with her eyes closed. He quickly undressed and joined her in the water.
"Why did you leave?" he asked.
"My formal or here?" she asked in return.
"Both," he answered.
"Well, as I said, Jim and I fought; I broke up with him. He cheated on me with Irene something or other and I ran out to the parking lot and drove off," Molly explained. "As for why I left here, it was so sudden. My parents separated; I went with my dad. My mum had been unfaithful with his best friend, no less." It was quiet after that, the nighttime sounds filling the silence. "I'm sorry I didn't get to say goodbye."
"It's alright," Sherlock told her. "I'm sorry you've been hurt."
"I'm fine, but thank you," she replied, moving closer to him. "I want you to kiss me, William. I haven't stopped thinking about you." Sherlock leaned his head down slowly, pausing just as they were a breath away and pressed his lips against hers tenderly. He felt one of her hands go into his hair and the other resting against his cheek, her thumb stroking his prominent cheekbone. He wrapped his arms around her in a warm embrace. He moaned as he felt her tongue slip in between his lips, tangling with his deliciously. Their kiss was broken moments later, but he sprinkled her face with his affections, having always wanted to show her how much he loved her.
"How long can you stay?" he inquired, his breath heavy.
"I've still got a bit before I have to be home," she told him.
"Molly, I—"
"Don't. Not yet; it's not the right time," she said. "I know what you're going to say; I know I would say it back, but it would be too hard." Sherlock nodded in understanding. He gasped as he felt her lips travel over his shoulders and chest. She trailed them up his neck and whispered in his ear, "Just for tonight, let's pretend we can be together." Sherlock pressed his lips to her neck, his name a sigh of pleasure from her mouth. They were in love; have been for a very long time. Even if she wouldn't allow them to say the words, they both knew. That was the night they made love for the very first time.
Sherlock walked her back to the car, their hair still damp.
"Will I ever see you again?" he asked.
"Someday," she answered with a smile. "We may be star-crossed now, but I know we have a future together."
"Molly?"
"Yes?"
"I hope you get everything you want; I want you to be happy," he told her.
"Someday," she repeated before closing the car door and driving away. His heart ached for her already.
Author's Note: I know it probably seems a bit fast (I know someone will think so), but it felt to be the right time. When do y'all think they'll see each other again?