Tumblr prompt from the fabulous SherlollyandSpoilers: Congrats on the followers, love! I guess my prompt is: Molly buys Sherlock a shirt covered in bees as a joke but he wears it around his flat all the time.
At first, she put it down to a passing interest when a body rolled into her morgue covered in bee stings. Sherlock had lit up like a Christmas tree and proceeded to weedle his way into convincing Molly to give him several skin grafts to study the stings.
A few months later, Halloween, a young woman in a slutty honeybee costume wound up on the cold slab and not ten minutes later, Sherlock stood over Molly's shoulder as she examined the unfortunate victim. He proceeded to lecture her on the inaccuracy of the costume as opposed to the true anatomy of a honeybee. Molly tuned him out after a few minutes when it became clear he wouldn't be contributing to the actual examination.
Eventually she did finally realize that, of all things, Sherlock Holmes was utterly fascinated by bees. And it made her fall in love with him all the more. The very mention of anything bee-related and he would drop whatever he was doing.
After they began dating and moved in together, Molly began slowly sneaking bee-inspired knick knacks into their flat. It started subtly; a black-and-yellow striped throw pillow on the sofa, a bar of beeswax soap in the bath,…
But when none of that elicited a response from her detective, she got bold.
Her taste in clothing had always been rather eclectic and bright, so no one really noticed when she started wearing mostly sunny yellow outfits with black accessories. Or when she splurged on two stunning gold hair pins shaped like bees. No one, except Sherlock. And if he found her more fascinating than usual, well that was between them in the privacy of their flat.
Sherlock, however, had maintained his trademark posh style for decades. Not a tousled hair out of place or a wrinkle in his tailored suit, unless he had purposefully mussed himself up for a case.
All of which Molly took as a direct challenge.
Her initial attempts were largely unsuccessful. No matter how she tried to sweet-talk him, seduce him, or trick him, none of her taste made a dent in his wardrobe. Even the black t-shirt she'd had made with 'World's ONLY Consulting Detective' emblazoned across it in silver had been tossed in the bin.
He saw right through her ploys.
But then she found the perfect shirt.
She hadn't thought it would be successful, but when she'd seen the t-shirt in the out-of-the-way shop with a plethora of cheap cotton shirts boasting any and every thing, she couldn't help herself to one last try.
And now, as she saw on the sofa flipping through a medical journal, she snuck a peek up at her boyfriend who stood over her, mapping out his latest case on the wall behind her. His designer dressing gown gaped open, revealing the baggy white shirt with a sketch of the proportions and anatomy of an Apis Mellifera, the Eastern European Honeybee, in the middle, reminiscent of DaVinci's Vitruvian Man.
She loved him for all his eccentricities and his posh style. But seeing him in a five quid t-shirt with a bee on it melted her heart and made her fall in love with him all over again.
Sherlock mumbled something unintelligible and leaned over her to tack another string between clues. Glancing down at her, he quirked his eyebrow knowingly when he caught her gaze on his shirt. Unashamed at being caught, Molly tilted her head up expectantly and smiled when he rolled his eyes fondly and leaned down to kiss her.
Sighing happily, Molly looked back down at her journal while Sherlock returned his attention to the wall, his focus once more all-consumed by the case.
Maybe she should look into buying him those yellow boxers with cartoon bees on them. Her grin widened at the thought and she absentmindedly turned the page. Yes, those would most definitely suit him.