"So, you are telling me that you, the infamous Sherlock Holmes, are actually having feelings?" John's eyebrows arched. He could nearly feel the frostbite from how cold a glare Sherlock shot his way, "Preposterous John, what are you, 12? It's not like that with Mol-" suddenly the detective's throat went dry; he coughed, clearing his head, "Mrs.-ah, Hooper". Rated T for mild romance.
Rated: T - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 2 - Words: 1,775 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 7/8/2014 - Published: 7/7/2014 - Sherlock H., John W.