I think it's cute when you sneeze
"He died from a ..." Molly stopped in the middle of her sentence to turn around and sneeze away from the body.
"Bless you," John said, while Sherlock just bluntly looked at her, not sure with what in this small moment made him look away from the body at the sneezing Molly and lose concentration.
"Sorry," Molly said and smiled sheepishly. "I've got a bit of a cold."
"I'm not really asking for your troubles," Sherlock said coldly, looking back at the body. "You were saying?"
"He died from this wound over here," Molly pointed at the stab wound on his chest. "I don't know what kind of a dumb man you are after, but he tried to cover it up with a gunshot to the head. Like you could cover up a blood stain."
"Thank you, Mol..." Sherlock was cut off by another one of Molly's sneezes. This time, when he was actually looking at her while she sneezed, he noticed how charmingly her nose scrunched up as her hand flew to it and how adorably her eyes closed when she sneezed and how her eyelashes fluttered a few times after she opened them up again.
"You're welcome," she said. "I ..."
She sneezed again and this time, when Sherlock knew what to look at, he smiled slightly at the adorable sight. But then he noticed John looking at him and smirking oddly, so his smile was soon erased from his face.
"We should go, now," Sherlock announced. "Goodbye, Molly Hooper."
He left and John quickly caught up with his quick pace.
"Now there is something you don't see every day," he commented.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock acted as though nothing happened.
"Don't play dumb, Sherlock, it really doesn't fit you," John rolled his eyes and then grinned again. "Is it just me, or do you like the way Molly sneezes?"
"Don't be ridiculous, John," Sherlock scoffed. "Why would I like how someone sneezes?"
"No, not someone," John said, knowing Sherlock didn't really answer his question. "Molly."
"I have no idea, what you're talking about, John," Sherlock said and looked at John. "Maybe you caught some of that cold from Molly. You should stop talking before you get even sicker."
"That's not how cold works, Sherlock."
"Oh, what do you know."
"I'm a doctor!"
"of course you are," Sherlock sighed, almost sarcastically, but glad that they got on another topic. So what, if he thought Molly's sneezing was cute. It's not like he was going to confess that.
