Author's Note:
To be honest, I'm kind of nervous about this prompt... I've never written anything like this before, but I'm fairly confident that I can do it! Yeah this might be a completely failure... Wish me luck!
Disclaimer:
I own everything! Heh heh heh. Not.
Day Twelve: Making Out
(Quick clarification. This happens early on in Molly and Sherlock's relationship)
"Do calm down Molly. Your anxious fidgeting isn't helping anything." Sherlock didn't look up from his phone as he spoke, continuing to text furious, the sound of fingers tapping on keys filling the enclosed space. Molly glanced at him, and went back to shifting from side and nervously wringing her hands in her lap. After another minute Sherlock slipped his phone back in his coat pocket with a sigh and reached over, setting his hand on top of Molly's to stop their movement.
"It's just Mycroft Molly." Molly looked up at Sherlock, her hazel eyes filled with worry. Shaking his head the consulting detective gently pulled her hands apart and intertwined their fingers together.
"Yes but why did he send for us? Why did he send for me?"
"I don't know Molly. We'll find out soon enough I suppose." Molly bit her bottom lip and started bouncing her left leg nervously up and down against the floor of the car. Sherlock sighed softly and reached to unbuckle his seat belt, letting it snap back to it's original position.
"Sherlock what are yo-"
"Shush Molly." Sherlock shifted closer to her and brushed a few pieces of stray hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear. He smiled slightly at her, more of a fond quirk of his mouth than anything else.
"You worry too much."
"You worry too littl-"
Sherlock leaned forward and cut her off, slowly moving his lips against her. Molly was still for a moment or two, before she brought her hands up to rest one on his shoulder, and to bury the other in his dark curls. He smiled slightly against her lips and reached around her to undo her seatbelt as well, then pulled her legs up onto the seat so she was completely facing him. Wrapping one arm around her waist, which involved some planning and maneuvering because of the small space, Sherlock languidly nipped at her bottom lip. With one hand on her waist and the other resting on her cheek he urged her to lean back against the darkened window and settled slightly above her. Molly mewed softly as he brought the hand on her waist upwards to twist in her hair, and Sherlock smirked before tangling his tongue with hers, causing Molly to gasp and pull back.
"How much time do we have?" Sherlock smirked at her breathless tone and ran his hand up and down her back.
"I'd say about 15 minutes. Perhaps twenty if we run into traffic."
"Bet you that's not enough time."
"Challenge accepted Miss Hooper."
Sherlock pulled Molly closer to him and wrapped his other arm around her, causing her to wrap her arms around his neck with a contented sigh.
Exactly 15 minutes later the black government issued car rolled to a stop in the driveway of the Holmes estate. Mycroft stood waiting, holding his umbrella like a cane and leaning on it. Every so often he would glance down at the watch on his wrist or adjust his tie, but otherwise was almost perfectly still. The couple stepped out of the backseat and Mycroft took a moment to look over his brother's smug expression and their rumpled clothes and hair before closing his eyes and sighing melodramatically.
"The car? Really Sherlock, I'd thought Mummy had taught you better manners that that." Sherlock glared at his brother and smoothly rested one arm over Molly's shoulders. She didn't even notice, she was too busy blushing furiously and staring at the ground with a mortified look on her face. The younger Holmes rolled his eyes and and smirked at his brother.
"And I'd thought that she'd taught you that too many sweets are bad for you. Guess we both were wrong." Mycroft glared at his sibling and sighed, before waving a hand dismissively.
"Just go. I'll talk to you both later. And do try to behave on the way back Sherlly." Sherlock glared at the use of the nickname but then smirked and moved his arm down to Molly's waist. (the pathologist was still too embarrassed to look at either of them) The detective turned and walked back to the car, bringing Molly with him.
"No promises brother dearest!"
Author's Note:
Yes it's short. I know but I hope that everyone likes it anyway! Please comment on how you think I did since I've never written anything like this before. Thanks for reading and reviewing!