Thanks so much for all the love you had for the last chapter! It means so much to me.

Here´s a new one (fair warning, this might give you cavities):

"See something you like?"

"Sherlock!" Molly tried her best to sound surprised, as she turned around to face the owner of the familiar voice behind her, but her bright red cheeks and guilt ridden face were working against her.

"The store security was getting a bit worried, and wanted to escort you out ten minutes ago, but I assured them that your interest lies solely in myself and not the merchandise."

"I, I wasn't..." Molly tried to explain, wishing that the rack of cashmere jumpers behind her would just swallow her.

"Would you rather have me tell them that I was wrong, and that you're just a common shoplifter after all?"

This certainly wasn't how Molly had planed to spend her day off. Just a little shopping, maybe a piece of cake at her favourite bakery, but then she had seen him. Ever since Molly had been a little girl she had loved to check out the window displays of the stores that she couldn't afford, but not in a million years would she have thought to find Sherlock Holmes behind one of these windows, trying on clothes that cost more than her rent. Molly knew that she should have just moved on and enjoy the rest of her day but she couldn't help herself, and before she knew it she was in the store hiding behind a clothes rack, spying on the detective.

"I'm sorry, I saw you and I'm not used to seeing you outside of Bart's, especially not clothes shopping, so I..."

"Did you like the blue shirt?" He suddenly asked, not bothering to question her motives any further.

"What?"

"The blue shirt, you were smiling when I tried it on, but I wasn't quite sure about it."

"I...I liked it it brought out your eyes," she replied, a little confused that he didn't seem to be more irritated by her behaviour.

"I guess I'll take it then," with that Sherlock turned around to return to the fitting room area.

"You'll be more help, if you come with me," he added, and Molly didn't have to think twice before she followed him.

Five short minutes later the pathologist found herself on a comfortable couch infront of the fitting rooms, a steaming cappuccino infront of her, while the detective studied himself critically in the floor-length mirror.

"What do you think?" He was wearing a pair of very well tailored dark washed jeans, and a charcoal dress shirt.

"You look good. I mean it, It looks good."

"And what do you really think?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, having detected the hesitation in her voice.

"It's...The jeans are amazing, but why don't you..." Sherlock watched with curiosity, how she studied the store for a few seconds before she picked up one of the delicate jumpers that had already admired when hiding behind them earlier.

"Try them on with this," she said, and Sherlock did as he was told.

"So..." Molly was speechless as Sherlock stepped out of the fitting room. The jeans and the navy jumper she had chosen, made him look almost approachable, soft even.

"You..." she needed a moment to regain her composure. "It looks perfect, it's nice to see you in something other than a suit."

"I don't always wear suits."

"You do around me."

"Then it's time to change that," he replied with a smile, before waving over an eager shop assistant who was already looking forward to a big commission. "I'll take everything. Send it to the register, we'll be in the women's department." The man nodded, while Molly gave Sherlock a questioning look.

"We will?" She asked, as Sherlock disappeared in the fitting room, quickly changing back into his usual suit.

"You couldn't know that I would be here, so I assume that that you came her to buy something for yourself."

"Yes but..."

"You helped me, it's only fair if I return the favour."

xoxo

"This is beautiful," Molly admired an emerald green silk dress on a mannequin.

"Try it on."

"I couldn't," She smiled, "even if I could afford it, I'd have no place to wear it. This," she picked up a simple blouse, and a pencil skirt "is more my style."

"If you say so," Sherlock watched her carry the bland ensemble into an empty fitting room.

"What is taking so long?" He asked, impatiently waiting for her to model the outfit she had picked out.

"I'm not sure it's working for me."

"Let me see," Sherlock slipped into the fitting room with her.

"You can't just come in without asking," she hissed.

"Hmm," he stood behind her, ignoring her complaint as he eyed her reflection in the mirror.

"It's adequate," he tilted his head to the right and nodded.

"Adequate?"

"Satisfactory, sufficient,"

"I know what it means Sherlock."

"Good, then do me a favour and try on the dress."

Molly sighed, "Fine, you win."

xoxo

"Hurry up, I already spent too much time in here as it is, I don't..." Sherlock complained, but his voice trailed of as he saw Molly in the green dress. The skirt came out at the waist, and hit her legs just above her knees, while the peter-pan collar and cap sleeves gave the elegant dress a playful look.

"It's too much isn't it?" She asked, a bit worried when Sherlock remained silent.

"Are you okay?" She asked, as the Detective leaned forward to whisper something into her ear.

"It's nice to see you in something other than a lab coat." The feeling of his breath against her skin send a shiver down her spine, that was followed by another one as Sherlock stepped back just far enough to lock his eyes with hers...

"I assume you'll be taking the dress, too?" The shop assistant interrupted the scene.

"Yes, and she'll keep it on," Sherlock turned back to Molly. "How do you feel about tea?"

"I'll be needing shoes," Molly replied, suddenly feeling rather confident.

"How about these?" Sherlock showed her a pair of T-strap heels, that he had been hiding behind his back.

"They're my size," Molly noted.

"Of course they are," Sherlock rolled his eyes, but couldn't hide the smile on his lips.

xoxo

"I'm glad I ran into you today," Molly commented as they made their way home, after having tea at a place that could have been right out of a fairytale.

"Those macarons we're heavenly, and thank you so much for the dress, and the shoes. You really didn't have to," she thanked him as they arrived at her flat.

"I would have bought a present for you anyway, but you being there ensured that it was the right thing."

"But...I didn't even tell you..." Molly thought out loud. "How did you...and the tea.."

"You also didn't tell me your shoe size," the Detective smiled as he leaned in to brush a soft kiss against her cheek. "Happy Birthday Molly," he whispered before he drew back and hailed himself a cab, leaving the astounded but smiling Birthday Girl behind.

Well wasn't this fluffy? I just liked the idea of them going shopping together. Fashionista Sherlock for the win.

Reviews and Requests are greatly appreciated.

Love,

Laura