One word prompt request – "Honey" for Molly Hooper, from Noregretsnotearsnoanxieties
I've purposely left the POV of this drabble ambiguous. Is it Sherlock? Is it Jim? Is it John? Is it Mary? Is it someone else? I'll leave it up to you.
Peaches and Honey
She'd taste like the honey she'd stirred into her tea.
Sweet and earthy.
Dark and complicated.
Like the golden flecks in her deep brown eyes.
Like the chestnut and auburn strands hidden amongst the brown locks of her hair.
What was it about Molly Hooper that made them uncharacteristically poetic?
Her laugh, unbridled and genuine, made them smile. That it was in response to something they'd said made it even more delightful.
She cradled her mug between her hands.
They pictured her small but strong fingers on their skin, her nails digging into their back in a moment of passion.
It would be easy to give in. To seduce her. To love her.
Far too easy.
Molly added another spoonful of honey to her tea then licked the spoon with visible delight. She had a sweet tooth.
They had long ago made a point to remember that. It could be useful information to have some day.
Gloss made her lips appear wet, stained the most tempting blush. Like a ripened peach just begging to be devoured.
They masked their shudder of long denied want—need—behind a calm, casual sip from their own mug.
Some fruit would always remain forbidden.
