requested by mychakk: #23, "Just pretend to be my date."
"Sherlock, hey, I have those-whoa," Molly was interrupted by a firm snog as she entered 221B. He traced his lips over her cheek and stopped at her ear.
"Just pretend to be my date," Sherlock whispered quietly.
"Now, Sherlock, aren't you going to properly introduce us?" Mrs. Holmes questioned.
"Mummy, father," he spoke, "this is Molly. My date."
"So we finally get to meet the infamous Doctor Molly Hooper," Mr. Holmes beamed. Sherlock's face turned a suspicious shade of crimson.
"Lovely to meet you both," Molly replied.
"Sherlock, I told you that it's your turn to take them to the theatre," Mycroft complained as he entered the flat.
"Hush now, Mikey, he can't. Don't you see he has a date tonight?" Mrs. Holmes pointed out. The grimace on Mycroft's lips caused Molly to stifle a laugh. His displeased expression changed into one of mischief.
"Oh, of course, how could I forget?" Mycroft smiled. Actually smiled. "Poor Sherlock's been pining over Miss Hooper since his return to London." The brothers glared at each other now.
"Sherlock?" Molly's gentle tone brought his attention to her. She placed her gloved hand against his forearm as a way of comforting him.
"Well," Sherlock began, "we should be going." He guided Molly out of the flat, his hand hovering over the small of her back. Once they hit the sidewalk, Molly stopped him in his tracks.
"Is it true?" she asked. He didn't answer but the look in his eyes as he gazed into hers was all she needed to see that it was. Sherlock Holmes had been pining over her.
"You can go back to Tom now. Sorry to throw you in the middle of that," he spoke quietly.
"Sherlock," she said softly, removing her gloves. His eyes immediately shifted to her left hand. No ring. Upon his realization, Molly smiled.
"So how about that date?" Sherlock asked shyly.
"Sounds perfect. I think I'd fancy some chips," Molly laughed.