It was just a regular day in the life of the debonair detective Sherlock Holmes. The smoke rolled gracefully from the rough lips of the agitated man, clearly not knowing what to think of his latest case. His feet were placed lazily on his desk, hands under his chin as he thought of all the possible ways this could play out.
But this was no ordinary case.
This was a case of love.
For the man once known as a sociopath, it was hard for him to understand just how a stunning woman like Molly Hooper could change his heart. It was clear to everyone excluding the man who's heart was a mess; he need the woman he loved to help him understand it. Even his closet friend Dr. John Watson had told him of his obvious attraction towards her, yet it remained a mystery he couldn't solve.
Suddenly there was a soft knock on the door, and Sherlock instantly knew who had come to visit him this evening. A harder knock would have been Lestrade, even Mycroft, John would have just let himself in. But no, this was a polite knock, and there was only one person he knew that would have such an intention.
"Come in Molly."
Molly Hooper entered the office in the corner of 221 B Baker Street. The blinds were drawn down just enough that beams of light were shining through the openings, creating stripes of light across the dark, grey room.
"My, my Mr. Holmes, quite the monochromatic room." She commented, drawing out her words. "I only mean it's so different from the lively atmosphere I'm used to here."
Sherlock arched an eyebrow at her. How dare she walk in her with her perfectly shaded red lips, her stylishly curled hair, and her long pencil skirt that was just modest enough to be Molly's style, but hugged her curves enough to be flattering. Sherlock thought that Molly had to know what she was doing to him, but that just wasn't her. Simply too innocent for that sort of thing.
"It's a monochromatic sort of situation I'm in Miss Hooper." He replied, his very deep, wanting it to have the same affect on her as her appearances as having on him.
"Oh? Anything I can help with?" She asked as she set down her purse and hung up her coat.
Oh if only you knew that you're the solution.
"Perhaps you can Miss Hooper. I've talked to John and he seems to think that you're in fact to solution to my problem."
Now she was truly intrigued. How could she be a solution? Does he need a pathologist to help solve his crime? Does he need an assistant? The idea that Sherlock Holmes could actually love her was so far fetched in her mind that she didn't even consider it. She had long tried to flirt with Sherlock, but with no success. Molly had given up the hope of being able to openly love Sherlock many years ago, she would not let her heart be so broken. But damn, as the man she long fancied stood up, taking graceful strides towards her, her heart couldn't help but beat faster in her chest.
"Me? How can I be of help Mr. Holmes? Of course I would love to help, but surely you have another more suited for the task you had in mind?" She asked feeling a tad bit less confident in herself the closer Sherlock came to her.
Sherlock smirked as he boldly placed a hand on Molly's cheek.
Now her heart really was racing.
"Absolutely not...because no one makes my heart beat the way you do...every time I see you I want to kiss those red lips that taunt me so..." Sherlock said, feeling bolder than he had in years, which was quite a feat considering the man usually said whatever he wanted anyways. But this was a matter of the heart not the mind, so foreign, so unknown...he normally hated not knowing, but this...this was exciting. He almost did it, he almost couldn't help but to capture her lips with his own. But he was a gentleman, he needed to know that Molly felt the same way. He would never show it, but he knew his heart would break at the very idea of coursing Molly such distress...well...more than he had unconsciously did in the past.
Molly's breath faltered, his lips just mere inches from hers. She took him in, savoring just how wonderful it felt to be this close to him. She placed her hands on his forearms, letting him push her back against his desk softly. She looked into his eyes innocently before gaining a wave of confidence. "What's stopping you?"
That was all Sherlock needed. He pressed his lips against hers, all the anxiety and confusion he had melting away. He took in every little detail, the way Molly's hands instantly became tangled in his hair, the way she gave a breathy sigh before capturing her lips. Every little thing about Molly Hooper was now locked in his mind palace.
Molly's mind on the other hand, went blank. All she ever wanted was Sherlock, the fact that she was in his arms, snogging him in his office was almost too good to be true. She hadn't expected this when she arrived at Baker Street, but by god she was not disappointed.
Sherlock pulled away to allow them to catch their breath before placing a kiss on her forehead. "Finally...I've solved the case."
"What case?"
"The case of my heart. I know why it was aching, why I could never focus on anything."
Molly raised her brow and gave a playful smirk that drive Sherlock absolutely mad. "Oh? And what's your conclusion Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock got shivers when she said his name like that, but he was never going to admit it. He gently lifted her chin with two fingers and smiled softly at her.
"Because Miss Hooper, it
belongs to you."
