7. Wearing Each Other's Clothes

At the end of her shift, Molly was on her way out of the lab when she spotted something next to Sherlock's microscope (well, technically it was hospital property, but since Sherlock never used another at St. Bart's, she always thought of it as his). Lying across the metal table beside the microscope were his Belstaff coat and scarf.

Molly was surprised, to say the least. In the five, nearly six, years that Molly had known Sherlock, he'd never left anything behind at Bart's, least of all his coat and scarf he never went outdoors without. She thought back to a few hours ago, when Sherlock and John had been here working on the most recent baffling murder case Lestrade had given them. He'd had a breakthrough when examining a soil sample left behind by the killer, and he'd rushed out the door with just a joyful exclamation with John running after him. Molly had just smiled, texted Lestrade, and went back to her own work.

Glad to be given an excuse to see Sherlock, Molly gathered up his coat and scarf before going to collect her own stuff.

When she stepped outside of the hospital, the wind had picked up speed and the temperature had dropped. In her raincoat, Molly shivered, wishing that she'd had the foresight to wear a more practical coat today. Then Molly looked down at the coat and scarf she had carefully folded over her left arm.

The temptation was much too strong to resist. Carefully, Molly wrapped the dark blue scarf around her neck and put on his coat, wrapping it around her before continuing to walk. Because he was a head taller than her, the hem of the coat brushed against her ankles as she walked. It was wonderfully warm, and the scent of him filled her nostrils. She had a dreamy smile on her face the entire way to Sherlock's flat.

Arriving at Baker Street, Molly didn't know whether Sherlock would be home or still out on the case cornering the killer. But when she caught sight of Sherlock's window, she saw the light on and a shadow pass by. Smiling, she entered the building (Mrs. Hudson had given her a key after Sherlock's return from the dead) and walked up to 221B.

Sherlock answered the door soon after she knocked, wearing a t-shirt and pajama pants under his blue dressing gown. He looked both surprised and delighted at the sight of, not just Molly, but Molly wearing his clothes. "Well, hello."

"Hello," said Molly, grinning. "You left these in the lab, so I thought I'd return them. It was cold outside, so I hope you don't mind."

Sherlock took Molly's hands and pulled her into his flat, closing the door behind her. "Why would I mind? Considering how tiny you are, you look ridiculously adorable." He paused, and looked taken aback. "I can't believe I just used that phrase," he said, with a bit of disgust.

Molly laughed and lightly slapped his arm. "Neither can I, and I am not tiny."

Sherlock wrapped her in an embrace, and held her head to his chest. "If I can easily rest my chin on the top of your head," he said, doing just that, "that means you're tiny."

"No, it means you're tall," said Molly, quite comfortable in his arms.

Sherlock laughed and held her a bit closer for a moment. Eventually, feeling a bit too warm in both Sherlock's coat and Sherlock's embrace, Molly took a step back. She lowered her gaze to the floor to hide her blush, and when she did so, her eyes caught sight of his feet…

"Sherlock…are those my socks?!"

Molly looked from his feet, which were clearly clad in her large, fuzzy socks that had pink kitten faces on them that she wore at night in the winter when walking around her flat, to his face his face.

Feigning nonchalance, Sherlock shrugged and said indifferently, "They're warm, and there's a draft," before making his way towards the kitchen. But his red face had given him away to Molly.

Grinning, Molly followed him into the kitchen, where he was filling up a glass of water. She cupped his cheek, went on her tiptoes, and kissed his lips. When she pulled away, Sherlock was grinning at her. "That's the first time you've kissed me like that."

And it was true. It had been three weeks since their first kiss, and the kisses they had exchanged since then had all been initiated by Sherlock. Not only was he pleased that she had kissed him, but that she felt confident enough to kiss him without irrationally fearing he wouldn't want her to.

Pleased with herself and falling deeper in love with him, Molly replied, "Well, when you are being ridiculously adorable, how could I resist?"

And before he could say anything, such as, "I am not adorable!", Molly pulled him down for another sweet kiss.


A/N: This was a tough one, readers. Usually, wearing each other's clothes in these fics indicates that they are physically intimate and/or living with each other. I didn't want to jump too far ahead in their relationship yet. So, yes, this is very fluffy, but you all knew that's what you're getting in these fics! Read and review, please!