Molly shuffles in the door after work, slipping her gloves off and brushing the snowflakes from her hair. Her legs are freezing through her work pants and she can't feel her face it's so numb. Hanging up her scarf, she feels arms snake around her middle and she gasps, spinning around to see Sherlock.

"Jesus, you scared me!"

"I'm far from Jesus, my love."

Molly smacks his chest. "What are you doing here?"

"Why do you always ask me that? Is it a crime to want to spend time with my...person?"

She laughs softly at his attempt to not say "girlfriend" and moves onto her tiptoes to peck his lips. "No, it's not. I just wasn't expecting you, that's all. You usually text."

"Yes, well I couldn't surprise you the other day when we made cookies, so I figured today would do. Also, your face is freezing." Sherlock brings his large hands up to cup her face with his radiating warmth. She lets out a small sigh and leans into his touch. "I was going to suggest an activity, but you are already frozen."

Molly peers up at him with a small smile on her face. "What sort of activity?"

"Well...I remembered how you told me a bunch of stories about you and your brother and father when you were little, and I thought maybe some nostalgia would make you happy. I know you're a sentimental person. To my dismay", he smirks. "I wanted to see if you'd make a snowman with me. It sound ridiculous, but I suppose we can try if you like."

Molly beams and gapes. 'You mean it!? Ohh, I haven't done that since I was young!"

"If I didn't mean it, I wouldn't have suggested it, Molly."

She squeals and throws her arms around his neck. He laughs deeply and holds her close.

"We have to collect some things to put on it!"

Sherlock smirks and produces his spare scarf and some odd, loose buttons from his coat pocket. "Would these help? Unfortunately, I didn't have a carrot."

Giggling happily, she peppers him in kisses and cuddles into him. "Thank you, Sherlock. That's really sweet. I know you hate this kind of stuff."

"Well…hate is a strong word. I just don't usually have a penchant for frolicking around in inclement weather."

Molly laughs softly and rubs his chest. "Yes, well, I appreciate it, nonetheless. Are you equipped to be rolling snow?"

"I'll be fine."

Molly smirks, knowing that he will not be fine, but is willing to let him make his own mistakes. "Okay, whatever you say. Let's go!" Molly puts her gloves and scarf back on and grabs a carrot and a few blueberries, then drags him outside to her snowy backyard. She begins to roll the snow to make the base of the snowman and chuckles at his bewildrered face.

"You've never made a snowman, have you?"

"Uh...no. Or if I had in childhood, I don't remember it."

"That's okay. Come here, I'll teach you. It's just us, you don't have to be embarrassed."

"Right...I'm not." He joins her and begins copying her, rolling the snow into a ball them rolling it on the snow-covered ground until it gets larger. Molly grins, her nose and cheeks already a bright, rosy red from the chilly air.

"See!? Good job, you're doing it!"

He blushes a bit and smiles genuinely at her. They finish the base and the middle of the snowman and Molly helps him lift his onto the bottom. "Not too bad", he exclaims.

"Now we just have to make his head and put his accessories and stuff on."

Sherlock nods and works with her, his hands frozen and numb through the stiff leather of his gloves, but knowing she's enjoying their time together, he stays quiet. Molly glances up at him and smiles, kissing his cheek. He turns his head and grins, placing a kiss on her lips instead.

Molly beams and puts the head of the snowman onto its body. "Thanks for this. It really was sweet of you, Sherlock."

He nods and wraps his arms around her from behind, resting his head on her shoulder. "You're welcome. I told you I'd try to be the best I can be, and I am."

"I know you did. I love you."

"I love you too."

Molly smiles and nudges him. "Put the buttons on him, and I'll make his face!"

Sherlock chuckles and nods, placing the buttons down the snowman's body. Molly makes eyes and smile with blueberries and the nose with a carrot.

"It looks half decent. Jut one more touch", Sherlock muses, as he loosely ties his spare scarf around the snowman's neck. "There."

"Hmm too bad we don't have a deerstalker huh? It would make a cute Sherlock Holmes snowman!"

Sherlock blushes and snort. "Nooo."

"Yes it would!" Molly smirks and forms another snowball in her gloved hands.

"Molly, do not! No! Don't!"

She squeals and throws it at him, hitting his shoulder. He narrow his eyes and smirks.

"Oh, this is war then. That's how you want to play it hmm?" He makes one as well and tosses it at her. Fifteen minutes later they are soaked and numb to the bone, laughing softly. Sherlock is holding her close, his curls damp and clinging to his forehead. Molly's ponytail is all messy and half falling out.

"Sherlock you are absolutely soaked through! C'mon let's go in, or you'll catch a cold."

He shivers harshly and nods, being led into the house by her. She closes the door quickly, shivering herself.

"God if I'm freezing, you must be so numb! Your shirt and everything is just an icicle, even under your coat! Come on, get them off."

Sherlock chuckles through his shudders, "Mmm you want me to strip that much?"

Molly giggles softly. "Now you're just being cheeky. But yes, strip or you'll get so sick."

He smirks. "I will if you will."

"Oh for God's sake!" Molly pulls him into her bedroom and strips with him until they are both nude. Sherlock pulls her close and she blushes deeply. "You're still freezing and damp. So am I."

"I think a nice shower is in order then, hm?"

"I was just thinking the same thing, love."

Sherlock grins and raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Molly turns red and clears her throat. "I er…meant Sherlock."

"No no, I think what you aid the first time was good."

"Really? I thought you hated pet names."

"Well, yeah when they come from anyone else, because usually they do it to irritate me. But I liked that. It…felt nice. If that makes sense to you."

"Of course it does" she grins. "Now c'mon before we freeze to death."

Sherlock nods and goes into the washroom with her. He holds he close while the water heats up, then steps into the shower with her, but let's the stream of water mostly hit her. Molly blushes and looks up at him as she strokes her hair back under the water. Sherlock looks back at her and smiles a bit, reaching out and stroking her cheek. "I do love you, Molly. More than you could ever know, and I am such a fool for waiting so long to do anything about it. For...being forced to do something about it in ways I never would have wanted."

She turn her head and kisses him palm softly. "I know that, Sherlock. I do, truly. I can see it and hear it and feel it, and I know it's genuine. I love you too." Molly pulls him close, under the hot water and he sighs contentedly as the water and Molly's body warms his chilled flesh. He looks at her lovingly and gently caresses the soap suds out of her hair after she had washed, before leaning down and pressing a steamy, passionate kiss to her lips, as the steam of the shower swirled throughout the room around them.