Hello again! I hope you like this little number. Probably one of my favorites of the few I have pre-written so far. Thought I'd share it with you as my own present to you on my birthday! haha
much love,
day
YOU & I, FOREVER
It had been quite the week for both of them, he realized upon coming home the following Tuesday, having been swooped up in a nice murder case along with not only Scotland Yard's best but a newcomer from upper Scotland. It had been enthralling and he had just been happy to have finally solved it. There hadn't been such a case in a long time.
John and Sherlock had had their share of cases over the past couple months but nothing could compare to the high of this one. They had stopped another murder which made it better. Sherlock had been excited to tell Molly all about it. He had only been able to see her just before leaving as they were in the lab at the time. Then suddenly the woman detective came in along with a slightly drooling Graham and asked for his help.
He had managed to kiss her on the cheek before being on his way. There were never any promises of him contacting her when he was busy with a case but he had made a point to try if it was possible. Unfortunately, there was no such time. It was both a blessing and a curse for Molly as he was reminded by John on his ride back when he was in the middle of texting Mary about the kids.
He was flummoxed for all of three minutes before his brain caught up with the fact that no, he had not spoken to his wife in a week. A part of him knew she understood his work but the truth is he had missed rushing to the morgue and working beside her. She had been utilized in a similar fashion though, Theresa - the detective who had requested his help had stopped by and inquired about tests and results. Or so he heard on that Wednesday when he had been contemplating another lead off the coast of the channel.
It wasn't the same, he imagined. Molly worked with plenty of other people. People she didn't know, other DIs and technicians who had heard of her genius through the grapevine. However, just as he felt odd when working with some other morgue worker or lab analyst, it would have more than bothered her.
Upon coming home and he frowned when he found Molly in their kitchen with dough in her hands and flour coating her face. She was also sniffling a little.
She looked up at him, wiping her face and placing the dough down as she greeted him with a halfhearted smile. "You're back. Everything worked out well, I heard."
"Yes." He told her as he stepped into the chaos of the kitchen. "It was quite a chase, but I'm glad to be home with you." He grinned at her as she turned back to kneading the dough.
She didn't say anything for a few minutes just focused on the task at hand. When she did it wasn't something he had been expecting at all. "Are you sure you're not missing that woman detective? She was very beautiful."
His mouth was gaping open. He wasn't sure what to say. Was that what was bothering her so much?
He managed to compose himself before he slipped behind her and carefully slid his arms as around her waist pulling her close to him before propping his head on top of hers. "Don't be ridiculous Molly Holmes. I would have rather been spending time with you. You are my wife."
"That doesn't mean too much to most men. Between the two of us, I would have not been the better choice in the looks department."
He stopped himself from telling her to shut up. That was very rude. "I don't care about that and I'm not like all those other men. I am not that easily swayed by one beautiful woman. Besides I made promises to you."
"She also got what you were thinking."
"I'd call that luck of the draw. You get me more than anyone which is why you have my grandmother's ring on your finger. Now stop with the nonsense and let me kiss you like I have wanted to for six days."
Molly tilted her head up. She smiled at him. "Just six days?"
Then he told her to shut up and turned her around so that she was pressed against the counter and he took to pressing his mouth against hers firmly.