A/N: Hey guys!

Getting in early (it's 1:19am) because I just really wanna post it!

Todays challenge is 'kissing', a topic I was rather worried about being a 17 year old asexual who's never been kissed; also the reason why I removed 'making out' from the challenge list. Anyway, I've given it my best shot.

I've seen the first 56 minutes of season 3 and was entirely shocked by the whole thing... especially Anderson's theory. Now, I was going to put a bit into this chapter but I decided against it seeing as I had only seen 56 minutes and I know not everyone has seen season 3 yet. (Australian tv sucks, tbh)

Enjoy! x


Molly Hooper had been kissed by Sherlock Holmes three times and yet, none were a proper kiss.

One: that awful Christmas party that ended with her in her apartment curled up next to Toby, a box of tissues and a bottle of wine.

Two: one case when she pointed out something he hadn't seen that was rather obvious yet no-one was addressing. "Molly Hooper, you are a GENIUS!" he had cheered before picking her up and snogging her, a fast yet heart stopping kiss.

Three: the end of an investigation in which he had made a dreadful mess that covered the lab in what Molly hoped was just smelly red goop, a mystery she still hasn't solved as neither Sherlock nor John would tell her what on this ungodly planet that disgusting stench and thing was!

But this kiss? THIS kiss was so much different. Mrs Hudson had invited Molly over for dinner to celebrate her birthday. Molly made a cake and most of the dinner. Mrs Hudson, however, would NOT just sit down and let Molly make dinner. She had to get in despite Molly's attempts at forcing the woman to sit down and enjoy some tea. Sherlock and John had arrived at five and sat down with Mrs Hudson while Molly put a roast in the oven.

Sherlock apparently wasn't overly pleased that Molly wasn't at the morgue, seeing as he needed access and everyone else that worked there were incompetent. In the end, Sherlock had been removed by security for insulting and mistreating the staff. If you asked John why they were removed, he would say that, as usual, Sherlock was being an arse to everyone. The difference is Molly has been too meek to say anything against Sherlock and, as such, he continues to walk all over her. The others are doing their jobs and not allowing Sherlock entrance.

Mrs Hudson's smile quickly became a frown when Sherlock had walked in, a bit of blood on his face. He was in a mood and John looked annoyed with his friend.

"Sherlock! What have you done?" she asked as she went for the medical kit, despite Sherlock and John's protests.

"I didn't do anything. I was "escorted" out of Bart's because Molly wasn't working and the incompetent swines who were working said I was… what was the words, John?"

"He was being an arse so they called security and we got kicked out. It took Lestrade to get us back in and Sherlock was told not to talk to the staff which proved irritating when he demanded the autopsy reports because he barked at me and not the staff, even though I couldn't actually do anything about it. And when we got outside-"

"He punched me."

"I got worse, I cut my fist on your cheekbones," John grumbled while sitting down and smiling a small, bleak smile at Molly.

"Molly, why weren't you at work?" Sherlock suddenly started an accusation, Molly's cheeks flushing in the process.

"I was out, shopping. I got Mrs Hudson a birthday present and some ingredients for dinner. I was offered a day off and I took it," she replied before fixing them all some tea and sitting down.

"Good on you, Molly. You don't need to be cooped up all day at Barts. And the dead aren't particularly good company either."

"Well, they certainly are better than some."

Sherlock shot her an odd look but Mrs Hudson stopped him, telling him not to move his face.

With a huff, he responded to her with a "I'm FINE, Mrs Hudson. It's not the first time John's punched me."

"Well this time, there weren't any naked women around between that and thirty minutes after, so I think this punch was better."

"You certainly put more anger behind it."

"Well I decided to on the spot. You were being horrible to those staff members and last time, you asked for it. Literally asked for me to punch you." John rolled his eyes at his friend and took a sip of tea.

"It's not my fault we had to trace down the Women," he told John through clenched teeth.

And with that, the conversation ended with both John and Molly taking a sip of tea.

~oOo~

Dinner came with many compliments to Molly for her excellent dinner. Greg, John, Sherlock and Mrs Hudson were all very impressed with Molly's cooking, so much so, she began to turn a bright red. Although, Sherlock does have that effect on her so most of the table suspected it may have been that variable.

~oOo~

Sherlock had insisted he escort Molly home, especially after the Study in Pink. He wasn't keen on taking cabs alone. He especially didn't want Molly to take a cab alone, though he'd never admit this to anyone.

"T-thanks for escorting me home, Sherlock," she beamed up at him.

He smiled down at her. "Thanks for dinner. It was delicious."

Her face reacted straight away, her face turning bright red. She looked away from him and nodded, feeling a small smile sneak onto her face.

"Do you want to come in, or…?"

"Uh, I don't think I have time. Sorry, Molly."

"Oh, no it's fine! You don't have to apologise," she bubbled out, feeling embarrassed about being alone with Sherlock with nothing in particular to say.

"I'll make it up to you though. We should have dinner again. Just the two of us. And I'll stay as long as you like," he said, feigning confidence.

"Oh! Uh, yes, of course, that sounds like a wonderful idea," she smiled and looked up at him once more.

"Until then, Molly Hooper," he leaned down and captured his lips with hers.

~oOo~

Molly lay in bed that night, Toby curled up beside her. A sigh escaped her lips as she smiled, thinking about how wonderful it was that she, Molly Hooper, the meek, quiet, mousy woman, had kissed Sherlock Holmes, the man she'd been crushing on since they had met all those years ago.


A/N:

Tomorrow's prompt is 'wearing each other's clothes'. #worried