Whenever Molly imagined a date with Sherlock Holmes, she imagined a romantic setting in a beautiful place. She imagined him doting on her and laughing at her jokes, no matter how morbid. And here she was with Sherlock in Paris, the city of love with Sherlock.

He had his arm around her waist as they walked into the restaurant and she couldn't keep the smile off her face. The restaurant itself was exquisite. All the staff wore suits and the customers looked elegant. In the foyer was a podium with a man behind it. A couple in front of them were turned away and Sherlock walked up to the man.

The man said something in French and Sherlock smiled.

"Alfred Bernard," he said.

After some more French exchange, the couple were taken to their table with a few roses in a vase. They were handed two menus and their waiter left the pair alone.

Molly smiled and cocked her head to the left. "Alfred Bernard, hey?"

"What can I say? Mycroft chose the name. I don't get a choice in my aliases." Sherlock shrugged and smiled at her. "Oh well."

Looking around, Molly arched an eyebrow. "Are you- we on a case right now?"

"No. I just wanted to go on a nice dinner with you," Sherlock said. He reached across the table and took her hand.

Molly smiled at him and squeezed his hand. "Thank you for bringing me here. I really appreciate it."

"No problems, Molly. Now, the menu," Sherlock said before letting go of Molly's hand and opening the menu.

He explained to her each dish and even went as far as to give a review. Molly smile at him and enjoyed listening to him speak. After a few minutes, the waiter returned and took their orders. Sherlock spoke on Molly's behalf and they returned to their conversation.

Molly looked down at her hands and started to play with the tablecloth. "I have a question for you. Just- I dunno, don't… don't judge me too much." She sighed and Sherlock frowned.

"What is it?"

"Well… it's about up at the Eiffel Tower." She paused and glanced around the room, not looking at Sherlock. Again she sighed and looked at him, her cheeks heating up. "Why did you kiss me?"

Silence.

"There were two reasons, really," he told her and lifted a finger. "First of all, there was a criminal coming towards us. Who wants to approach a kissing couple? No-one. People hate PDA's and they hate looking at them. Why would a criminal come up to us and try anything when we're snogging to blatantly in public?" he explained and rolled his eyes. "PDA's," he muttered.

Molly bit her lip. "A-and reason two?"

"Reason two is that I wanted to. Plain and simple." He gave her a half-smirk and winked at her.

Her cheeks turned a brighter shade of red as her face split in two. She grinned down at her hands and did her best to contain her joy.

Molly and Sherlock walked hand in hand through Paris back to their hotel room. She was absolutely elated to be spending time with Sherlock and to be in a friendly, non-evasive environment.

"I'm really enjoying my time with you here," she told him as they walked through a park.

He stopped and took her other hand. "So have I. I really appreciate you coming with me. There are few people who'd be willing to."

"There is very few things I wouldn't do for you, as I have proved before.

Sherlock smiled before leaning down. His eyes closed as his lips touched hers. Molly wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, thrilled at his attention and contact.

She pulled away and smiled at him. "How long are we staying for?"

"A few more days, I think, and then we'll go back to London," he replied.

Molly gave him a chaste kiss and took his hand.

A/N:

Tomorrow is 'Onesies'.

This is shorter than I anticipated, but I started to run out of inspiration (and time because it's 11:17 in Australia). Oh well, we'll see how tomorrow goes :)