A/N: Just some post TFP fluff (with a little assist from mel-loves-all because a single prompt isn't enough to get me going sometimes!) Rated K+
"Do you know what time it is?"
Molly, who had temporarily misplaced her mobile, shook her head. "No, sorry, is it for an experiment?" She looked around automatically at his lab station - well, technically it wasn't 'his' but it was where he usually sat when at St. Barts. No, nothing, there, so what then-
She turned to find him standing quite close to her. She looked up in confusion, to see his lips curled in a smile. "It's 42.5 seconds till the anniversary of our first kiss," he said, then wrapped her in his arms. "You remember, don't you?"
As if she could ever forget! He'd burst into her flat, wild-eyed and smelling of damp and smoke, with a story about John down a well and a secret psychotic sister - and a kiss that no, she would never forget. As she put her own arms around him, he bent his head lower, lower, then began murmuring in her ear. "Ten, nine, eight…"
He never reached 'one' of course, as he was too busy kissing her to finish the countdown.