Molly throws a NYE party in hopes that a certain consulting detective will attend. S4 AU where Mary never died and that mess didn't happen lol.
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#45 things you said on New Year's Eve
Molly's flat was decorated in gold and silver for New Year's Eve. Friends were gathered around to ring in the New Year. Lost in the revelry, she almost didn't hear the knock at the door. She opened it to reveal Mary, John and a two year old Rosie.
"Hi," Molly greeted enthusiastically, pulling them in for a hug.
"Aunt Mowwy!" Rosie exclaimed. Molly lifted Rosie in her arms to give her a quick peck on the cheek.
"You are getting so big, Rosie," Molly marveled at her goddaughter.
"Thanks for the invite, dear," Mary told her. "Sherlock was driving us insane." Molly's face fell.
"He's not coming, is he?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Afraid not," John answered. "Sorry, Molls."
"Oh well. I should've known," Molly shrugged. It wasn't long before the Goo Goo Dolls' Better Days was playing over the speakers and everyone was enjoying the lighthearted conversations being held.
It was nearing eleven-thirty when Molly felt two soft but callused hands cover her eyes.
"Surprise," Sherlock whispered in her ear before removing his hands. The entire room looked on in shock that the consulting detective had actually come to the party.
"You came," Molly said, her eyes widening. She threw her arms around him, uncaring of his opposition to physical interaction.
"Yes well," Sherlock cleared his throat, "I was bored. Just a last resort." Molly knew he was lying through his teeth but she didn't care. He was here. Mary shot a knowing glare at her husband's best friend. Emilie Clarke's rendition of What Are You Doing New Year's Eve played through the flat. Conversation had continued as if nothing amazingly rare had happened.
"Oh, I love this song," Molly said to no one in particular. Sherlock spoke up before he lost his nerve.
"Care to dance, Miss Hooper?" he asked, offering his hand to her. Her lips parted in surprise. She took his hand and he pulled her in, moving gracefully across the sitting room.
"I have to say, I didn't think you would come," Molly told him.
"And miss a chance to make up for that horrid Christmas party incident years ago?" Sherlock asked. He nodded at her attire. "You're wearing the same dress." Molly didn't have a response to that. They danced together with ease, molding to each other. Every step they took was in response to the other's movements as if it were the most natural thing in the world. They both took note of how well they moved together. The song ended and they regretfully stepped apart.
For the remaining fifteen minutes before midnight, everyone went around to tell their resolutions to one another. Anderson, Sally and Lestrade were the first three to voice theirs. It continued around the room, Molly being next.
"Well, I don't normally make these but I suppose it would be to try to live my life to the fullest more often," Molly said. It was Sherlock's turn but he looked confident in whatever he was about to say. The clock read eleven-fifty eight.
"I resolve to finally get my head out of my arse and do something that should've been done years ago," Sherlock announced with a smirk. At eleven-fifty nine, the guests started a countdown, yelling out the last ten seconds. Molly had joined in and Sherlock only observed the room. As soon as the word 'one' left Molly's mouth, the consulting detective acted on his resolution and leaned down to finally kiss his pathologist's inviting lips.
"Mmm," Molly hummed, melting into his embrace. Sherlock felt euphoric getting lost in what was supposed to be a simple kiss. Oh no, they were having a full on snogging session. Each time their tongues brushed, their hearts beat a little faster. They broke away from each other at the sound of John Watson's voice over Glee's rendition of This Is The New Year.
"Get a room you two," he laughed.
"Didn't think you had it in you, Sherlock," Greg chuckled, raising his glass.
"Oh, I knew it all along," Mary said smugly.
"I knew it!" Anderson shouted. "They said I was delusional but I knew there was something between you two!"
"Shut up, Anderson," both Molly and Sherlock yelled with a roll of their eyes. The room was silenced.
"My God, there's two of them," Sally gasped. "I'm gonna need another drink for this one." The consulting detective and the pathologist laughed together with amusement.
"Happy New Year, Molly Hooper," Sherlock told her softly, kissing her lips once more.
"Happy New Year, Sherlock Holmes," Molly replied, reciprocating his affections. As they kissed, Sherlock lifted her from the ground and spun her around, eliciting a soft laugh from Molly's lips. The smile he gave was reserved only for her and it would only be hers in the years to come.