A/N: Rated T. Molly's going shopping and Sherlock will be more than happy he interrupted her holiday for a case.
"The Ripped Bodice*? Are you serious?"
"Serious as a heart attack," Molly replies, busy placing the Culver City bookstore address into her satnav - GPS, they call it here in California, ridiculous country, the US - and he sighs. Loudly. Pointedly.
Molly gives him her Serious Face when she finishes the programming. "Yes, we're going. We're here on holiday, Sherlock, my holiday, if you recall, which you hijacked for your case, and now that it's over, I'm getting back to the holiday part. Plus," she adds, "it's Valentine's Day."
"Wouldn't you rather spend it somewhere there's likely to be actual romance rather than just words on a page?"
He means their hotel of course, but she's not biting. (That will come later, along with moaning and gasping and general sweaty pleasure.)
"Of course I would." Before he can offer up his signature Smug Smile(TM), she adds, "After I'm done shopping."
And she nods, firmly, unwavering in her decision, which reminds him that he likes a decisive Molly. Very, very much. "Fine," he concedes (not much of a concession since he did, indeed, hijack her holiday and she would be well within her rights to tell him to piss off which luckily for him she rarely does). "Let's see what a romance novel bookstore has to offer."
"The next visit after that's to a lingerie shop," she says, rather casually, and his ears (and other body parts) perk up. She glances at him from the corner of her eye, a dimple appearing near her mouth. "If you behave at the bookstore - no grumbling, no sneering and most of all no deducing either the books or the staff - then maybe I'll let you get in some practice at the fine art of bodice ripping, what d'you say"
He says nothing, but his answering kiss is both eloquent and enthusiastic.
*Real place, folks! the ripped bodice la dot com