So, I completely forgot to ask what 1970's outfit you thought Sherlock ought to wesr. Ah well, you'll have to let me know what you think of the outfit I came up with.
Chapter 11
They must have dozed for an hour or so but finally they stretched and after kissing once more Molly got up and made her way to the bathroom whilst Sherlock lit a cigarette knowing she'd tell him off when she got back but not quite caring enough not to do it.
He sat in the bed looking out over the sea, seeing the sun starting to set and relishing how strangely peaceful he felt. Normally his mind would be racing and working overtime, especially with no case to occupy him but instead he was content to enjoy the small pleasures, in this case a sunset.
Molly came back out, wrapped in a bath towel and took one sniff of the acrid smell before rolling her eyes at him. She didn't tell him off however instead she made her way to the wardrobe to retrieve her outfit for that night.
'So, what did you bring for the 70's theme?'
'No idea, I just asked my tailor to send something over. It's in the suit bag but I haven't looked.'
'Do you mind if I..'
'No, go ahead. Do we have to go to this evening thing? Can't we just stay in bed? I know what I'd rather being doing and it's you...not some stupid themed disco.'
Molly smiled and her smile got even wider when she opened up his bag. 'If you think you're getting out of me seeing you in this outfit you have another thing coming. All I'll say is your tailor is inspired and you should pay him extra.'
Sherlock frowned and sat up and leant forward trying to see. 'Why? What did he send?'
Molly pulled the bag out to show him.
'It's just a white suit and a black shirt. What's so 70's about that?'
She laughed. 'I take it you haven't seen Saturday Night Fever then because that's what you're going as. Oh...the others are going to love this, I can't wait to see their faces.'
'So, what are you wearing?'
He could tell by Molly's reaction that there was a story here, he could see it in her stance, in the way she smiled as though remembering something, the slight blush in her cheeks. He leant forwards with his arms on his knees, 'tell me.'
'It's a vintage dress. A bit more late 60's than 70's but...it's the outfit my mum was wearing when she first met my dad. She kept it all these years...anyway I tried it on and it fitted so I thought, why not.'
She pulled her dress bag out and opened it showing him a psychedelic yellow and lime green mini dress. Very awful and very Molly.
'I bought some white, plastic boots to go with it...knee highs,' she blushed again as she saw his expression.
'It seems apt then.'
She looked at him, confused. 'Why?'
'Well that you wear it the weekend we finally got together; a story for our own children.'
Molly snorted with laughter but then hesitated. 'You can't be serious.'
'Why?'
'We've literally just got together and you're talking about us having kids as though we'll still be together in twenty years' time.'
He sat back in the bed looking sulky. 'I don't see why that is so unreasonable. I've thought this through Molly. It's not as though my mind has been consumed with anything more demanding today. I've worked through all the permutations and it is inevitable that now I have declared my feelings for you we will soon get married and given your desire for them and my ambivalence we will probably end up having children. I don't see the need to obfuscate or dissemble about things.'
She moved over and sat at the side of him on the bed facing him before she leant forward and kissed him. She felt his mouth open to her and his hand come up and cup her cheek and she swore that she had never loved him quite so much as she did in that moment.
She pulled away and they smiled as they looked at each other, as though seeing the other for the first time. Her hand moved up to his face and she ran her thumb along his lips giggling as he pretended to bite it. Then she frowned a little as she moved her hand up to run through his curls. He looked up at his fringe, 'what?'
'We need to do your hair.'
He pulled back. 'Why? What do we need to do to it?'
She chuckled. 'John Travolta had straight hair, not curls. Go have a shower and then I can dry it and straighten it.'
'Can't we just spend the time in bed instead, I'm sure it would be more enjoyable. I could make you scream again.'
Molly was torn but she'd been looking forward to this evening. 'Later, according to you we've got all the time in the world. So now, we do your hair, then we go party and later you can make me scream.'
'Promise.'
'I promise.'
'Fine,' he kissed her once more before he got up off the bed and padded into the bathroom.
Molly lay back on the bed and almost had to pinch herself to believe what was happening. Her relationship with Sherlock was moving so fast that her brain was struggling to keep up. She wondered if living at the centre of a whirlwind was her life now and smiled. Even if it was she wouldn't swap it for the world.
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Twenty minutes later he was grumbling and complaining as he sat in front of the mirror with Molly teasing his hair through her straighteners.
'I shall look ridiculous. It's too long when it's straight.'
'It'll be fine, we can slick it back with some hair gel or mousse or something. I borrowed some stuff off Mary; she says it's quite good.'
As she moved in front of him he let one hand slide up her leg and under the short mini dress that she was now wearing. He had to admit it looked far better on her than it had in the bag and he more than liked the knee high boots. Maybe he could persuade her to leave those on later. The heels made her legs look a lot longer and the short dress showed off how slim they were.
He played with the silky lace at the edge of her knickers wondering just how far she might let him go. He was rewarded a moment later with her slapping his hand away. 'Stop it; I don't want to burn you.'
'I doubt that will happen, not if you concentrate on what you're doing and not on what I'm doing.' He let his hand slide up again, this time on her inner thigh until he was able to cup her, rubbing her lightly through her pants until she squirmed. 'God, stop it. I'll never make it through the evening if you do things like that.'
Finally she put the straighteners down and used the gel to push his hair back, quiffing it a little at the front. As she moved in front of him he pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him and he kissed her hard letting his tongue explore her mouth and hearing her moan as she realised he was hard for her.
Just as they were about to get carried away there was a knock at the door. 'Sherlock, Molly, you ready?'
Sherlock broke off the kiss and leant his forehead against Molly's, breathing heavily.
John knocked a second time. 'Sherlock?'
'Yes, give us a minute.'
Molly stood up and straightened her dress and hair which was backcombed and held in place with hairspray. Sherlock finally looked in the mirror to see what Molly had done to him; he certainly looked different with his hair like that. He glanced at Molly. 'Well, what do you think?'
'It certainly makes your cheekbones stand out but I miss your curls, they soften your face. You look too stern like this.'
He raised an eyebrow. 'So you wouldn't want me being stern with you? Maybe even a little dictatorial?' He chuckled as he saw the blush spread across Molly's cheeks and she smiled shyly. 'Well, maybe just a little. But not now; now we have to party so come on.'
He picked up his jacket and slid into it. The suit was a perfect fit if not a little tight around his hips and thighs before flaring out at the ankles. He assumed that had been the style back then and Molly certainly seemed to appreciate it.
He certainly wasn't prepared for the sight which met his eyes when he opened the door to the landing and he let out a guffaw of laughter.
'Yes very funny Sherlock. You do know you're in fancy dress as well don't you?'
As he continued to laugh John turned on his significantly higher heel than normal and stalked off down the stairs.
'Come on you,' grinned Molly who was also struggling to keep a straight face in the light of John and Mary's punk rocker outfits.
'Is that an actual piercing Mary?' Asked Molly as she pointed to the safety pin through her friends nose.
'Good isn't it, but no. It's fake. Do you like John's Mohican? It took some convincing to get him to wear the wig but it looks ever so good in my opinion.'
'The wig is inspired Mary,' chuckled Sherlock, still struggling to contain his laughter. He had never seen John look so different. He had tight jeans with rips in them, a t shirt with tartan trim and a battered black leather jacket. All topped off with a four inch blue, green and red Mohican. Mary was similarly dressed but with her blond hair slicked back with gel and safety pin piercings on her ears and nose. It was very effective.
His laughter only continued as they reached the bar to find the rest of the stag party dressed as the village people. Greg was an American cop, Anderson a builder, Duncan in black leather, the two inspectors as an Indian and a Cowboy and Sally looking most fetching in a US soldiers outfit.
There was lots of laughter all round and much taking of photos as they all had a drink and admired each other's outfits.
It felt good to have finally given into his feelings for Molly and to be able to sit with one arm around her shoulders as he drank his pint and talked to John about his plans for the cold case when they were back in London. Having her hand resting on his thigh was also very pleasant.
He was still aware that the others were finding his and Molly's relationship unusual. They tried to be discreet but he still saw them staring and occasionally whispering to each other. It didn't bother him though; he'd never really cared what other people thought about him.
For now he just needed to get through the next few hours and then he could be back in his bed with Molly.
So do you like the costume ideas, did I miss a trick with any of them?
For anyone that cares Molly's is based on an outfit that Elena Gilbert wore in the Vampire Diaries. If you watched the show you probably know the one I mean.
