Sherlock had never been one for sentiment. Ever. Due to his older brothers method of deleting every emotion a decent human was capable of having, Sherlock learned at a very young age that all emotions do was get in the way of important things. So why was Molly Hooper making him feel all...warm? It was cold and snowy, the dim lit street lanterns were shining just enough that and Sherlock could see the path they were walking on.
"Bit cold out isn't it?" asked Molly trying to make conversation. Sherlock never did fully understand why people felt the need to do that, but he couldn't just ignore her.
"Yes I suppose it is. Very cold in fact." Sherlock said while rubbing his hands together and breathing into them to keep them warm. Molly took note of this action and decided to do something about it. She rummaged through her very cluttered bag and pulled out a pair of black woollen gloves.
"Here you are . It's a spare pair I keep in case of emergencies. I wouldn't want you to get frost bite." Molly insisted.
"Oh, thank you ." Sherlock said while taking the gloves. Molly then started giggling a bit after Sherlock took the gloves.
"What? Did I do something wrong?" asked Sherlock who was in the rare state of being confused.
"No, it's just that we've known each other almost a whole year and you still call me . All my friends call me Molly."
Sherlock took a moment of silence to realise this.
"Well is that what we are...um...Molly. Friends?"
Molly laughed again. "Well, Mary and John seem to thing we're more than friends. But we don't have to be! I mean, if you don't feel that way then...yes alright I'm just going to shut up now." Molly said looking down at the ground. She didn't want Sherlock to see how red her face had gotten and how much of a fool she had just made of herself.
Sherlock on the other hand was rather intrigued by the idea. Had John set this up the whole time? Probably considering the fact that John and Mary were the people to introduce them in the first place and weeks before they were introduced, John kept on rambling about how an eligible bachelor like himself should find a woman. Sherlock was mentally scolding himself. He should have realised that the moment they were introduced.
But now Sherlock knew what the warm feeling was. It was the one thing Mycroft told him to stay clear of when he was little. He looked down at Molly who was still looking down at the ground, trying to hind her beautiful face from embarrassment. Sherlock wanted to say something, but he wasn't really good at expressing his emotions out loud. Once they arrived at Molly's flat, he gently grabbed her arm before she could enter.
And the didn't say a word to each other. For one brief moment, the carriages in the street and the dimly lit lamps all seemed to fade away. Time itself had stopped and the two people just stood there lost in each others eyes. Sherlock couldn't take it anymore. He stepped on the top step to be a Molly's height, and went in for the kiss. Sherlock didn't really know what he was doing, all he knew was that it felt right. The emotion Mycroft warned him about was love, but this was all Sherlock could feel for Molly. He cupped his hand delicately around Molly's cold, but soft face.
Molly must have eventually registered what was happening because after about three seconds of Sherlock swooping in for the kiss, Molly decided that the best thing to do with her hands was something she always wanted to do. She took off Sherlock's big top hat, and ran her fingers through his beautiful, curly, black hair. It must seem like a strange thing to want to do, but Molly loved every second of it. Not only was she snogging her dream man, but the felling of running her fingers through his hair was everything she hoped it would be. But eventually this had to stop.
Sherlock pulled away softly and smiled down at Molly, who in return, smiled back at him.
"Goodnight Ms... I mean Molly." Sherlock said before taking back his top hat and kissing Molly's hand.
"Goodnight ."
