miz-joely asked: Sherlolly Prompt (can be uni or teen lock if you like): Sherlock drags Molly to a concert (or vise versa), his (her) reaction is up to you!

I posted this on Tumblr a few days ago (you can find me over there, my URL is doctor-molly-hooper-holmes) but I forgot to post it here for anyone following this collection! Hope you enjoy it. (It was really fun to write, although it does change the prompt a little!) Let me know what you think!


Molly Hooper was nervous.

No, that wasn't quite right. She was nervous before her first big exam at university. She was nervous during her interview for a position at St. Bart's. Now, however, a strange mixture of hope, fear, elation, and uncertainty churned in her gut, until she wasn't sure whether she wanted to dance for joy or vomit.

Mary Watson walked into the bathroom behind her, meeting Molly's gaze in the mirror. A knowing smile lit up her face. John was at home with their newborn daughter while Mary helped Molly prepare for her date. With Sherlock Holmes.

Molly would readily admit that she had always held a slight affection for the consulting detective (Pssh! she reprimanded herself. You love the git!), and knew that he was somewhat fond of her as well, but she never agreed with Mary's certainty that his feelings for her were romantic in nature.

Imagine her surprise, then, when Sherlock had stormed into her lab earlier that day, snogged the breath out of her, and then demanded she accompany him out that evening. ("On a date," he had been quick to clarify.) She had shakily nodded her head, nearly knocking a microscope off the lab bench in her rattled state. He hadn't said another word, just grinned at her in that way that always made her knees weaken, and stalked out again, leaving a wide-eyed Molly Hooper in his wake.

Putting the finishing touches on her hair and makeup, Molly took a deep breath and gathered her courage. She was going on a date with the love of her life, and, damn it!, she was not going to let a few nerves stop her from enjoying herself!

Turning around, she grabbed Mary's hand in one of hers, grinning up at the older woman. "This is really happening, isn't it? I'm not hallucinating?"

"Yes! And it's about bloody time, too! If I had to watch the two of you tiptoeing around your feelings for each other any longer…." She trailed off at the exasperated look on Molly's face. "Sorry, but it was so obvious to anyone with eyes! Oh, never mind! I'm just so happy for you!" Mary hugged Molly tightly, swaying back and forth excitedly.

After a few moments, she pulled back slightly, her hands coming to rest on the pathologist's shoulders. Her eyes roved over Molly's attire.

Molly had decided on a simple yellow sundress decorated with small pink flowers. It reached mid-thigh on the petite woman, showing off her slender legs. A pair of her favorite pink flats adorned her dainty feet. Molly had elected to leave her hair down, the brown tresses curling around her shoulders. Her makeup was light (just some blusher and sheer lip gloss). When Mary's gaze finally met Molly's again, her eyes were filled with approval. "Oh, you look absolutely lovely! Make him suffer!" With a wink, she let go of Molly's shoulders and strode out of the bathroom.

Molly glanced at herself one more time in the mirror, turning from side to side to gauge her appearance. A sudden knock on her door broke her out of her reverie. Squaring her shoulders, she took a deep breath and walked towards her front door. Sparing Mary one last glance (the nurse just winked again and shooed her onwards), she opened the door to a grinning Sherlock Holmes.

"Molly, I–" His mouth fell open when he saw her, gaze traveling downwards as he took in her appearance. And, if he stared at her legs a little longer than decorum deemed proper, well, Molly wasn't going to complain. He gulped when he locked eyes with her, rendered utterly speechless. A surge of pride trickled down her spine at causing such a reaction in the consulting detective.

It was Molly's turn to gawk when she finally noticed Sherlock's attire. He wore his Belstaff over his purple dress shirt, the top two buttons undone. Molly bit her lip, realizing that Sherlock had selected that particular shirt on purpose. He had caught her many times admiring him in the lab whenever he wore it, and undoubtedly knew how it affected her.

Seeing that Sherlock was blushing as furiously as she was, Molly felt her previous anxiety disappear and beamed shyly up at him. "Ready to go?" he asked, returning her smile.

She nodded. "Where are we going, exactly? You never mentioned."

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that, Molly. It would ruin the surprise." He cleared his throat and held out an arm. "Shall we?"

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Molly was on cloud nine as they strolled along the street back to her flat. Sherlock's arm was draped across her shoulders, bringing her in close to his side. Molly happily chattered on as Sherlock just listened, occasionally chuckling at her excitement.

"They're my favorite band, Sherlock! Their older stuff was better, sure, but I still love them! I've been trying to get tickets for weeks, but their concert was sold out a month ago! How on earth did you manage to snag two front row seats?!" Molly's face hurt from all the smiling she had done over the course of the evening.

"I called in a favor, Molly. Having a brother who essentially runs the British government does come in handy once in a while."

Molly was sincerely touched. She knew how Sherlock felt about his brother, but he was willing to ask Mycroft for help, to impress her. "Thank you. But how did you know they were my favorite band? Or did you just get lucky?"

He raised an eyebrow, as if to remind her exactly who she was talking to. "Do you remember the Harrison case we solved together last week?"

Molly thought for a moment, her eyebrows scrunched together. "Oh! The John Doe found in the river who was actually poisoned? What about it?"

When Sherlock didn't answer right away, she looked up at him questioningly. "Sherlock?"

"Well, I…. I heard you humming one of their songs while you were working in the lab, analyzing the DNA sample. It was obviously a favorite of yours, because you had this delightful grin on your face, and you were sort of… dancing along to it. I've never seen you look so happy and carefree before. I wanted to be the reason you smiled like that." He rolled his shoulders self-consciously, refusing to look at her.

She stopped abruptly, pulling out of his hold and turning to him. Grabbing his face in her hands, she murmured, "So you researched the name of the song and the band?" He nodded sheepishly. "And then went to your brother to get tickets to their concert? All because you wanted to make me happy?" Unshed tears filled her eyes as she gazed up at Sherlock.

"Molly, don't cry! I–" Molly pressed her lips to his, effectively cutting him off. By the way he was reciprocating, he didn't seem to mind too much. Molly found she enjoyed this kiss much more than the previous one in the lab. While that was not chaste by any definition, this one was both sweeter and more passionate. His hands gripped her waist as he deepened the kiss. Molly moaned as she sank into him, losing herself in the phenomenon of Sherlock Holmes.

Several moments later, a need for air broke the two apart. Both were panting heavily, and Molly could see Sherlock's pulse beating rapidly in time with hers.

Feeling whatever courage had spurned her to act in the first place hastily receding, Molly reached up on her tiptoes and kissed Sherlock on the corner of his mouth. "Thank you, Sherlock," she whispered into his ear. "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me."

"Yes, well…." Molly had never seen Sherlock flustered, but she imagined this must be what it looked like. "You are the one person that matters the most, Molly."

Giggling, Molly pivoted so she was once more snuggled into his side. The pair began walking again, content to just be with each other. "I love you, too, Sherlock," Molly mumbled into his neck. Sherlock's only reply was to grasp her hand, entwining their fingers, and pull her down the street.