Okay so I will write a John/Mary sidefic after I update this hopefully, thank you all for the wonderful responses and I will try and reply to you all! Can I just thank MadAsAHatterJayy for inspiring the date they're going on! Ok I'll shut up now...

'Jaaaaawn.' John sighed as he turned to Sherlock.

'Yes?'

'Where do I take Molly for a real date?' Sherlock asked. After his brain came up with nothing and google wasn't much help, he resorted in asking his flatmate who had inevitably been on plenty of dates before.

'Cinema?' John suggested.

'Dull.'

'Restaurant? Maybe the Chinese with the amazing bottom third of a door handle.'

'Boring.'

'Ice skating?' John offered but Sherlock gave him a look of disgust. 'Oh, how about the theatre? Frankenstein is playing tonight, I'm sure Mycroft can get you tickets.' John enthused as Sherlock smiled at the suggestion.

'John you are brilliant! Her favourite book is Frankenstein and I love the theatre, it's perfect!' he praised whilst texting Mycroft.

FRANKENSTEIN, NATIONAL THEATER, TONIGHT FOR 2? –SH

FRONT ROW SEATS AVAILABLE, WILL HAVE ANTHEA DROP THEM ROUND LATER.-MH

'Settled.' He said getting up out of his armchair and heading downstairs to Molly's apartment.

He knocked on the door and a cat pyjama covered Molly opened the door, still sporting the bed head look. Sherlock smirked as he absorbed her appearance.

'Are you free tonight Molly?' Sherlock asked immediately.

'Nope, I have a date with Desperate Housewives and my cat, as per usual.' She joked. 'Yes I am why?'

'I managed to procure us front row tickets to tonight's revival of Frankenstein at the National theatre.' He stated proudly as her face lit up.

'How did you...what? They are sold out!' she exclaimed, not really expecting an explanation as to how, but she had a feeling that Mycroft was involved. 'Thank you so much!'

'We haven't even been yet Molly, thank me later.' Sherlock said, still smug.

8 hours later...

'Sherlock please calm down, just be yourself!' John scolded when Sherlock began shooting the wall in frustration.

'Myself is not likable John, Molly is likeable, with her kindness and patience and good looks, what do I have?' Sherlock spat. John frowned, knowing that however he tried to boost his flatmates self esteem...it was not going to sound heterosexual.

'You have plenty that girls would like, you're mysterious, clever, cheekbones and let's face it, your not exactly ugly.' John offered.

'Don't say anything if it makes you uncomfortable John, geez, you're stumbling like a toddler.'

'Just, go and pick Molly up, she will love you.' John commanded. Sherlock got up with a huff and headed down the stairs for the second time today and knocked on the door. Only this time, a very different Molly stood before him. This wasn't cute, cat Molly. This was fresh off the run way, stunning and...well sexy Molly. She wore a velvet, deep purple coloured dress, which hugged her body all the way down to her knees. The dress was short sleeved and backless, with black lace along the neckline and it left Sherlock's mouth agape. Her hair was pinned up in an elegant 40's fashion, leaving her neck completely exposed.

'Hi.' Molly whispered, noticing the way Sherlock's eyes trailed on her.

'Good evening, you look lovely.' Sherlock complemented, still in awe.

'As do you.'

There was an awkward silence for a moment, before Sherlock, in an attempt to be the perfect gentleman, grabbed hold of Molly's hand and held it in front of him for a moment before quickly and awkwardly leaning down to kiss it. Molly let out a light chuckle at how sweet the gesture was.

'Okay, shall we go and hail a cab?' Molly offered, shutting the door and pulling Sherlock towards the exit by his hand.

When they arrived at the theatre, the pair pushed their way through the crowds to take their seats front of house.

After 10 minutes, Sherlock noticed something moving in a giant egg that was placed on stage and he pointed it out to Molly.

'That's the creature she whispered.' Sherlock nodded. 'Have you ever read Frankenstein?' she asked.

'Fiction? No, too time consuming.' Molly just nodded in recognition.

Once the crowd had settled down, a naked form emerged from the egg, clad only in gunk and gunge. Sherlock was a supporter of the arts, but the fact that an actor would go on stage in front of hundreds of people wearing nothing shocked him slightly. Did all of Molly's books involve naked people?

Once the performance had come to an end and the two hailed a cab, Sherlock walked Molly to her door.

'Thank you for a wonderful night Sherlock, I really had a great time.' Molly said, the awkward tension had decreased significantly since the interval, in which the pair discussed with great enthusiasm what they had seen so far and what was still to come. When flicking through the program, Molly pointed out that the actor who was playing the creature looked a bit like Sherlock. The detective huffed and denied it, but he couldn't help thinking that the resemblance was uncanny.

'I had a wonderful evening too, thank you for accompanying me.' Sherlock agreed.

'Err, would you like to come in for some coffee?' Molly asked shyly.

'Isn't it a bit late for coffee, it's 10:30.' Sherlock said wearing a look of cluelessness. Molly smiled at his innocence and decided not to confuse him.

'Of coarse, silly me. Well thanks again and goodnight Sherlock.' She said, wondering if she was going to get a kiss goodnight.

'You're welcome, goodnight Molly.' He replied, turning to walk back up the stairs. Molly sighed and headed in doors. She wasn't sure what would happen but she should have known that Sherlock probably wouldn't have kissed her.

Sherlock entered 221B to find John typing up Sherlock's return for his blog. He looked up at his friend, trying to see how he felt about the date but thought it would be easier just to ask.

'How was it?' John asked before he even said 'hello'.

'It went well, we had a great time at the theatre, even if there was nakedness involved in the production. I'm sensing a pattern in Molly's reading habits.' He replied.

'That's nice, did you kiss her?' John inquired, curiosity pushed him to do so.

'Should I have? It's only the first date.' Sherlock said looking confused, as his flatmate literally face palmed.

'Sherlock Holmes, this is 2012, you can kiss on the first date! That's what people do! Walk her home and then kiss her goodnight!' John exclaimed. 'Don't worry, I don't think Molly is the type to judge...' John didn't get time to finish his sentence, as his flat mate had already fled out the door and down the stairs and started knocking on Molly's door.

Molly opened her door, now wearing her pyjamas to Sherlock.

'I forgot something.' He said quickly.

'You haven't been in Sherlock, you can't have left any...' she was cut off with a pair of lips being crushed against hers. Sherlock could taste her toothpaste on her lips. He felt the urge to delve his tongue into her mouth and taste it more, he almost did, before his brain shouted

First date! It's only the first date!

The detective pulled away reluctantly, to see a startled Molly looking back at him, speechless.

'Goodnight Molly Hooper.' He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek quickly, before heading back upstairs, leaving a startled Molly still standing in her doorway, in her pyjamas.

Oh my god. She thought. I'm in love with Sherlock Holmes.

Okay, I know we all know she 'loved' Sherlock, but I thought of it more as a lust, so if that last part sounds weird I'm sorry. Will try to get round to writing this John and Mary one, but I have a lot going on. Please review, they mean the world to me!