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Chapter Ten

Mary and John were quite frankly having a wonderful day. The sun was out over London, with a cloudless sky. A light breeze was making the nearby trees ruffle, sprinkling leaves over them, in a café having lunch. The only thing off with the scene was their two friends attacking each other with the cutlery.

Molly and Sherlock, each had had a fork & knife in their hands.

"You go first", Sherlock smirked & pushed the plate in between them. Molly scowled & cut out a medium bite size portion. She picked it onto the fork & held it in front of his mouth, "You forgot something", he raised an eyebrow at her.

"Forgot? What?", she frowned.

"What's fish and chips without tartar sauce?", he grinned as John guffawed & Mary slammed her hand onto the table.

"One point to Sherlock!", Mary exclaimed & clapped a hand on his back.

"Yes, thank you Mary. But this isn't a competition", he snapped & turned to Molly with a smile, "Well?"

Molly groaned & dipped the fish into the sauce.

"More, please", Sherlock whined playfully. Molly growled & swirled the fish in the sauce, caught it in her fork again & held it in front of his mouth again.

"Happy now?", Molly sneered.

"Yes, excellent!", Sherlock smiled as he dipped his head & opened his mouth. Molly smiled innocently & pulled the fork slightly further away from his mouth. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at her and leaned further towards the fork. This time Molly swerved her hand to the side & grinned playfully.

"Well, are you going to eat it or not?"

Sherlock scowled and dipped his head for the fork with speed, to take the bite before she could move the fork away. Molly had other plans. She instead of pulling her hand back, pushed it forward towards his mouth, just as he was leaning down. The fish didn't just make contact with his nose, it was practically shoved into his nose with all the tartar sauce dripping down his face.

Sherlock spluttered & pulled away quickly. He grabbed a tissue & quickly dabbed his nose & around his nostrils. When he looked up around him, John had spat out water on Mary's face & was holding his stomach while laughing loudly, Mary had her face hidden behind her napkin as her body shook with laughter & Molly was blinking at Sherlock, innocently.

"How was I supposed to know that you were going to lean down just when I was going to give it to you?", she pouted playfully.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes at her & cut out a piece of the fish. He knocked down his napkin in the process intentionally, but kept a straight face.

"Oh! Mind if you get that, Molly?"

"Sure", she nodded & leaned down to retrieve the napkin. With Molly successfully distracted, Sherlock quickly uncapped the bottle of hot sauce and dropped a dollop onto her bite. He grinned like a maniac while Mary & John snickered.

"Got it", Molly placed the napkin in front of Sherlock & jerked her head back when Sherlock pushed the fork towards her mouth, "Whoa!"

"Eat", he smirked & waved the fork in front of her mouth. Molly opened her mouth reluctantly and Sherlock pushed the fork into her mouth, as far as it could go. Molly gagged & coughed loudly. Her face turned red from the coughing & the spice. Mary poured her a glass of water quickly & John helped Molly drink it.

"What?! Why does she get helped and not me?!", Sherlock whined & Molly shot him a glare.

"You...wha-what did y-you put in th-that...", she said hoarsily.

"Just hot sauce", Sherlock shrugged.

"A-And bl-bloody shoved it down my th-throat!", Molly coughed & took another sip of the water.

"Maybe we should leave now...we've caused enough of a scene here", John frowned & helped Molly stand up while Sherlock paid for the food & the destroyed glass. The four of them exited then restaurant, earning angry and amused stares from the other customers.

"Alright, Sherlock. You & Molly go home an-"

"Wait one minute", Sherlock quickly disappeared into the restaurant they had just exited. He returned shortly & his three friends exchanged frowns with each other when they saw Sherlock return with a big ice cream cone in his hand. He thrust the cone into Molly's hand and ignored her quizzical smile.

"It'll help your throat...", he made a face at the Watsons who were smirking at him, "Go home you two", he scowled & tugged at Molly's sleeve.

Molly smiled at Mary & moved towards Sherlock, "Thank you for the ice cream", she nudged him in the side & licked her ice cream as they walked back to the apartment.

"You're welcome", he smiled & shoved his hands in his trouser pockets.

"Ho-how'd you…your…I…Belstaff…", Molly spluttered when he noticed his neat, undamaged coat.

"I do have spare coats, Molly. Do you think I'd wear the same coat every day?", he frowned at her.

"Oh…well you are…a bit untamed so…"

"Untamed?!", his eyebrows shot up to his hairline and Molly burst into giggles.

"Well…yes", she bit into the cone and looked up at him, "Oh! Sorry…do you want some?", she offered her cone to him.

"No, I don't like ice cream. How am I untamed?"

"What? Who doesn't like ice cream?", she looked at him with a horrified expression, "It's a crime not to!"

Sherlock groaned & tugged at his blue scarf, "How am I untamed Molly?"

"Well…to start off, the skull…", she crinkled her nose and stared straight ahead.

"The skull?", he leaned down as they walked to deduce what he meant.

"The skull on the mantelpiece?"

"Oh…that skull. He's a friend", he grinned.

"Yes…qualifying you as untamed."

"What else?", Sherlock pouted.

"Hmmm…your kitchen…oh God! It's horrible, Sherlock. Infact horrible doesn't even begin to describe it! It's absolutely heinous and-oh God…I'm sorry…", Molly halted her rant and bit on her lip, guiltily. Sherlock looked at her. He felt weirdly aroused by her outburst.

"No…umm carry on…", he managed to breathe out.

"No…I'll stop. I'm sorry. But…but you know, we can clean it all? I'll help you", she smiled hopefully.

"Hmmm…fine", Sherlock hastily tugged his coat around himself, in an attempt to hide his…problem.

"You ok…?"

"Yeah…uh just feeling…a bit cold…yes…", Sherlock took long strides in attempt to avoid any conversation with her. Molly looked at his back curiously and followed him quietly.

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