A/N: Once again, thank you for all the amazing support! Sorry for the gap between updates, I had a really busy week last week. The prompt is 'Eating Ice Cream'.


Strolling along the sea front, hand in hand with Sherlock, Molly grinned to herself, still not quite believing how strange and perfect her life had become. She was working in her ideal job as a pathologist, she was engaged to her dream man, and the weather for their long weekend away had been amazing, especially considering that they were in Britain.

Sherlock had surprised her on Thursday night by declaring that he was taking her away for the bank holiday weekend, and had already booked her a day off for the Friday. They had arrived midday on Friday, and collected the keys to a picturesque cottage overlooking the sea that Sherlock had been rented by someone who owed him a favour.

It was now Saturday afternoon, and they were casually making their way along the beach which was packed with holidaymakers, weaving around people sunbathing and children building sandcastles. The sun was beating down, and whilst Molly wore her bikini, Sherlock remained covered up in his usual attire of black trousers and a shirt, as in the midst of organising everything, he had forgotten to pack his own beachwear, much to Molly's amusement.

"Sherlock, are you sure that you aren't too hot?" she said, eyeing her fiance who was looking rather hot and bothered.

"I am a bit warm, it's just - " he replied, and suddenly stopped, his attention drawn away from Molly. Following his gaze, Molly realised exactly what had caught his eye. An ice cream van was parked just off the beach, and all around, children and adults alike were enjoying refreshingly cold treats. Laughing, Molly tugged on Sherlock's hand and headed over to the van.

A few minutes later, the couple were once again strolling along the beach, but were now clutching ice creams. "It's no good, I'm still boiling!" Sherlock exclaimed, undoing his top button. Licking her ice cream, Molly refrained from laughing at the red-faced detective, and scanned the promenade for a shop selling beach items, and sure enough, there was one about a hundred yards away.

"Let's have a look in there, they might sell some swimming trunks that you can change into," Molly suggested, pointing at the shop. Looking mildly relieved, Sherlock agreed, and the pair headed into the store.

Inside however, Sherlock was horrified to discover that the only trunks available were covered in bright pink flamingos. But faced with the decision of over-heating or wearing the monstrosities, he reluctantly purchased them, silently cursing the owner of the shop for not stocking a wider selection of swimwear.

As he emerged from the shop changing rooms in the pink shorts, Molly quickly snapped a photo on her phone, much to Sherlock's annoyance. Wanting to avoid an argument that would spoil their break, he bit his tongue, and gave a forced smile, aware that Molly wouldn't be cruel enough to send the photo to John.

Returning to the beach, Molly put out two beach towels and set down their things whilst Sherlock went and purchased another ice cream, and then they both stretched out on their towels. As Sherlock finished his ice cream, Molly giggled, noticing that he had managed to get a blob of ice cream on the tip of his nose. Leaning over, she kissed him on the nose, unaware that an avid fan of Sherlock's had just spotted them and was taking a photo at that very moment.

The next day, there was great amusement at the Watson household when the morning paper was delivered, and the front page was plastered with a blown up image of Molly leaning in to kiss Sherlock, who had ice cream on his nose and was wearing a pair of bright pink flamingo swimming trunks, accompanied by the headline, 'Hot Detective In Not So Hot Shorts' and an article dissecting his fashion faux pas.

Meanwhile, when it was spotted by Sherlock and Molly, Molly was secretly thrilled that the article had described her as "attractive" and "slim", not that she would admit it to Sherlock, who spent the remainder of the holiday sulking about the article, and it's omission of the fact that he had had no choice about which trunks to purchase.