Mycroft spotted the pair and strolled over to them. "Sherlock and…"
"Molly Hooper." Molly said and shook the hand Mycroft offered her. Mycroft raised his eyebrows at his younger brother.
"My girlfriend." Sherlock said with a fake, mile wide smile.
Molly blushed and looked down at her shiny red flats. She looked up when she heard Sherlock greet someone.
"Anthea."
The woman was slightly taller than Molly, but that was because of her ridiculously high heels. Her green dress matched her eyes. When Sherlock kissed her cheek, Molly couldn't help feeling hurt.
"Molly?" someone asked. Molly turned and saw a grinning man in an expensive looking suit.
"Oh, I thought that was you." It was Moriarty. Sherlock turned away from Anthea and placed his hands on Molly's shoulders. "Mycroft. What is Moriarty doing here? I highly doubt you invited him."
"Just trying to pay your girlfriend a compliment; you look really pretty Molly."
"Alright. You paid her your compliment. Now GET OUT."
"Boys." Anthea scolded, inserting herself between the two men. "We are all part of the same family, so I suggest you get along. This is my house and I will not hesitate to kick you both out if I so choose." She gave them each a glare and stalked off towards the table.
Molly reached for Sherlock's hand. He took it and squeezed it gently. "Hungry, Molly?"
She nodded. "A little." Sherlock dragged her towards the buffet table. Molly filled her plate with delicate canapés and took a glass of lemonade. Together they went and sat at one of the ironwork patio tables. Molly was nibbling one her canapés when she noticed Sherlock wasn't eating anything.
"Aren't you hungry?" She asked.
"No. I don't eat." Sherlock said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Sherlock, you've got to eat something."
"Body's just transport."
Molly took one of the canapés from her plate. Without realizing what she was doing, she stood and slipped it into his mouth. When she drew her fingers back, they brushed against his soft, delicate lips.