Sherlock walked in the direction of his bedroom, leaving Molly to swirl around in her thoughts. That was his handwriting on the card, the same handwriting on many of those presents…
"Molly?" Sherlock's unusually hesitant voice broke her from her reverie. She looked down a little, and met his eyes. He sat back, kneeling, on his heels, right in front of her place on the couch. He placed a hand on her bare knee. Molly looked at it, before looking back at Sherlock.
His other hand held a small black, unmarked box. It was simple and unwrapped. Sherlock handed it to her. She took it silently with her right hand, the other she used to clutch Sherlock's. He twisted his hand, palm up, to grip hers back. She looked back at him, a smile playing on her lips. Sherlock visibly relaxed, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. He leaned forwards and planted a kiss on her temple.
"Open it." He whispered softly into her hair. Molly leaned into him, and nodded when he pulled away to look at her.
She opened the small box carefully. Another handwritten note was placed in it, covering the gift. It was handwritten with the cursive, spidery font she knew now to be Sherlock's. It was another two-word message:
Something New.
Inside lay the necklace she was given a while back- she recognized the chain and the doughnut-shaped pendant. She frowned in confusion and looked at Sherlock.
"Take it out." He said. She nodded and lifted the piece of delicate jewellery slowly, as if it were a fragile object that would break with the slightest amount of pressure.
The key shaped pendant with the engraving was still on it, but there were two new editions next to it as well, filling up the hooks on the main pendant.
On the left side was the small conch shell. It sparkled in the dim light, reflecting it onto the simpler key. She twirled it around in her fingers for a little while, before moving over to the last pendant. When she saw it, her breath caught.
Few days earlier…
"Sherlock, come look at this." Molly called out suddenly. Sherlock walked over to where Molly was stood with an assistant, who was unashamedly checking him out. He smirked at her, deducing the woman.
Bleached hair, too much make up, tries to catch every man she gets. Obviously in early twenty's. Soft hands, never seen work. Rich, father owns this store. Forced to work here, but still paid.
"Look at this." Molly said, snapping him out of his reverie. She smirked slightly, is there ever a time when he gives his brain a rest? She glanced down at the pendants in her palm. They were beautiful; a simple magnifying glass with embedded emeralds,
Current time…
Molly stared at the miniature object in her fingers. She'd never really noticed just how many emeralds there were in there. Now, in the lighting, there seemed to be hundreds, and the green light they reflected of seemed to make the entire pendant seem green.
Molly continued staring at the pendant. She drooped over into a slouch, resting her hands on her elbows. She brought her free hand up to cover her mouth. With the tears welling up in her eyes and her battle to hold them back, she was terrified of making some type animalistic, unattractive moan…or even worse- a sob.
Her hair fanned over her face, blocking her view of the outside world- not that she cared. She wasn't really looking anywhere. Her vision began to blur.
He actually remembered Molly thought as a tear escaped and fell a few millimeters away from the pendant, onto her palm. He actually remembered from all those days ago she thought when the realisation finally dawned on her that him and hi brother did all of this.
For me.
She looked back up at Sherlock at that thought. Molly brushed her hair away from her face and looked at the man in front of her. His concerned look worsened and maybe even showed a hint of afraid when he caught sight of her watery eyes. At least I haven't cried tracks she thought. Molly almost laughed. Her boyfriend had just revealed that he had done all these beautiful things for her and all she could think about was whether her tears decided to run down her face or not.
Molly brought her hand up to cup Sherlock's face. She smiled when he unconsciously leaned into her touch. He seemed to loose some of the concern in his expression at her smile.
"Molly-"
"Shhh" she muttered, shutting him up. She was still trying to get her brain to fully comprehend the fact the brilliant, gorgeous man in front of her was all hers.
"All mine." She muttered softly as she traced her thumb over his cheekbone. She brought up her other hand to do the same with the other half of his face- she had to be sure that this was real- that this was not some type of amazing dream or fantasy.
When her thumb traced over his parted lips, she felt the hitching in his breath. This is real she decided when she looked up into his eyes.
Usually, they were different blues and greys; sometimes greens and browns, but those were very rare. As she looked into them now, one of those rare emerald colours shone in his irises.
She stared into his eyes, just watching the different greens, trying to count the number of shades at one point. She picked out fleck of grey and brown in the middle. There honestly wasn't that much colour to look at anymore- the pupils were growing insistently larger by the minute.
Another tear escaped, this time leaving a trail down her cheek. Sherlock reached up and brushed it away. Molly laughed, for reasons she couldn't fathom and leaped forwards, throwing her arms around Sherlock.
He fell back on the rug in surprise, one arm bracing Molly, the other keeping them from a painful fall. Soon enough, his arm couldn't take the weight of both and gave way.
They landed with a slight thud on the floor; Molly clung on tighter, her face buried in the crook of his neck. He could feel the wetness on his shirt from her tears growing. Sherlock pushed himself up to a seated position. His legs remained parted, so Molly sat on the ground directly in front of him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling them closer it were possible; Sherlock crossed his legs behind her to get more comfortable.
Molly brought her head up when she exhausted all her tears and sniffled softly.
"Sorry about you shirt." She said indicating to the wet patch. Sherlock glanced at it before looking back at Molly.
"Why were you crying?" he asked softly. He ran his hands through her hair gently. Molly laughed slightly.
"Because you are the most brilliant, wonderful, amazing man I have ever met."
She said, laughing again at the end "All this time, I've been trying to figure it out, and all this time it was you and your brother!" she laughed again.
"I didn't actually think of it-"
"Mycroft did, I know. I think I know why."
"Why?"
"Well," she started sheepishly "I think you know that your brother checks up on you through me." Sherlock smirked
"Yes I do."
"Yeah, well, I may have once told him that you were not the most romantic boyfriend I ever had, not that I mind, of course." She added at the end. Sherlock's smirk widened.
"When did you figure it out?" Molly asked.
"After the shoes."
"That's why you never got so angry like you did then. I knew you were genuinely jealous!" Molly cried out; she pecked him on the nose when he scowled slightly at the comment.
"The two of us weren't the only ones." Sherlock added after a while.
"Really? Who else?" Molly asked, genuinely confused "Oh my god, was it Mary?"
Sherlock nodded smirking
"And Donovan." He said. Molly laughed again, shaking her head.
"Wait, Sally? I thought the two of you were still in…"
"Yes, well, she heard Mycroft and I arguing about it and wanted in. Said it'd be good for us to work together- said it'd 'build our relationship'."
"And did it?" Molly asked eyebrows rose.
"No."
"Liar."
"Well, she is more tolerable."
"Ha. Told you so. What about Mary?"
"We needed her when it came to getting you the personal items- she knew you best, other than me of course, and I just wanted some confirmation on the gifts. She chose the bear." Molly smiled.
"I just realised- it's meant to look like you! Black hair, well fur, that's curly and those blue-grey eyes. How did I not notice that?" she wondered out loud.
"That's why you leave all the problem solving to me." Sherlock said, smirking. Molly hit him playfully. She sighed.
"So, I'm not a romantic, huh?" Sherlock asked. Molly grinned.
"No, not at all." She said pecking him on the lips "but this, this is a little something new. I think I should reward you- what do you think?" Sherlock smirked, before leaning forward and biting her lower lip.
"I agree completely." Molly smirked before leaning in to kiss him. He broke away rather quickly to her disappointment.
"You don't want to collect?" she asked, pouting.
"I do, trust me, I do, but I have one more present for you."
"Another one?" Molly asked, surprised.
"Just one more." Sherlock moved to get up, but Molly wrapped her legs tighter, trapping him.
"Come on, Molly, I'll be back in a few seconds."
"But I'm comfortable here! Can't this wait?" she whined.
"No it cannot." He said gently, before unwrapping himself from her. He walked into his room once more.
Molly pulled her knees up to her chest and leaned her head down. She smiled.
How the hell did I get so lucky?
Sherlock walked back into the room, nothing new visible in his hands. Molly frowned.
"I thought you were getting something. You just wasted a walk and my comfortable position." Molly whined again. Sherlock laughed at her, before squatting, to peck her lips. Instantly, her frown disappeared. He got back up and extended her hand.
"Do I have to?" Molly asked.
""I can't really give this to you when you're cradling yourself on the floor like a child. As endearing as it is- it really isn't suitable. I promise it will be over rather quickly if things go according to plan." Molly glanced at him and then his hand before taking it.
Sherlock pulled her to her feet, single handedly. Molly, being Molly, stumbled slightly and fell against his chest. Sherlock smiled above her and pried her away, before leaning down to kiss her chastely. He pulled away to look at her. He took a step back.
"Okay, just stand where you are and just don't move. I have never done this before, but I guess there's a first time for everything right?" he said softly. Molly nodded. Sherlock took a deep breath.
"Molly…"
Hehe, hey guys, so I finished of this chapter and I know it is a little short, but I think I can make for it in the next chapter *wink* *wink* but hoped you like this one! Thanks to all the reviewers! Love you all!
-Ash