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Chapter Six

John was a good instructor, and Sherlock an eager student. In one evening the pair of them had covered the basic tactics of how to seduce a woman, and John had planted the idea in John's head of taking Molly on a romantic dinner date. When and where, they had no idea. But it was a start. Time to start planning.

Molly had just gotten off work when she received a text from Mary that said want to come out tonight? There's a new club the girls and I are visiting. Molly was not in the best of moods, but she decided a night out was just what she needed to get her mind off Sherlock. I'll be there, she sent back. When she got home, she spent an hour getting ready. She usually didn't take so long, but tonight she was determined to have a good time and feel confident. She decided to wear a simple red backless dress. It wasn't too flashy, but it showed off her curves nicely. She did neutral makeup but with her favourite bright red shade of lipstick. She kept her hair down, but added some curls to frame her face. She chose black heels with red highlights that matched her dress. When she looked in the mirror, she felt a surge of pride. She didn't scrub up too badly.

Molly checked the clock to see that she wasn't too early and went outside to hail a cab. But when she got outside, she found one waiting for her, with Mary inside it. Molly's face lit up with pleasure when she realised her friend was going to extra trouble to make her feel comfortable. She clambered into the cab and grinned cheekily at Mary.

"Molly! You look amazing!" Mary acclaimed. "But you see, I have teensy bit of a confession to make," she continued. Molly raised an eyebrow as she glanced at Mary suspiciously.

"What is it? You aren't trying to hook me up with some guy, are you?"

Not exactly," Mary muttered sheepishly. "The thing is, we're not actually going clubbing. I just told you that so you'd doll yourself up and look nice."

"Where are we going then?" Molly hissed urgently.

"Erm, well, 221B Baker Street," Mary whispered, shamefaced.

"WHAT!? Why?"

"I don't really know exactly, I'm just paying off a favour for Sherlock."

"Sherlock did this? And you don't even know why?"

"I have some idea, but I'm not allowed to tell you anything. I'm sorry to lied to you, but I'll hazard a guess that by the end of the night you won't be so mad at me."

With this mysterious statement from Mary, the cab pulled up to 221B and Molly got out. She was still furious at her friend, but she was also curious about what was going to happen, and why she needed to look nice for it. She tentatively rang the doorbell and waited on the step for someone to open the door. To her surprise, it was Sherlock who greeted her. It was usually John, as the consulting detective couldn't stand all the small talk that frequently happened.

"Molly, you look... beautiful," Sherlock breathed. Molly blushed profusely and couldn't reply. He still reduces me to a bumbling mess, she thought. She then made a promise to herself that whatever happened inside that apartment, she was not going to stutter, bumble, or embarrass herself in any way. Here goes nothing.

Sherlock was extremely nervous, but he wasn't showing it. John had left half an hour ago, wishing him the best on his date. Since then the detective had been on high alert, waiting for the doorbell to ring. When he did finally hear the chime, he sprang out of his chair and ran to the door. He brushed himself off while he waited to catch his breath, and then he opened the door. He immediately lost his breath again. Molly was absolutely stunning. She wasn't trying too hard to look nice, and her dress showed off the curves that he loved so much. She did not look overly fake, but her favourite lipstick was the perfect touch, adorning those lips that he so longed to kiss. She shot him a nervous smile and he let go of the breath he didn't know he had been holding. At least she wasn't angry at him anymore. He felt the need to tell her how stunning she really looked, as she didn't seem to realise it.

"Molly, you look... beautiful," he breathed, stumbling over his words. Smooth, real smooth, he thought sarcastically. So this was how Molly felt every day. It was amazing she still liked him. Well, he hoped she did, although it was hard to tell because of her outburst the last time they talked. It was then that Sherlock realised he was blocking the doorway at staring blankly at Molly. He invited her in and closed the door behind him. Here goes nothing.

A/N: Next chapter's the date ;) Follow, favourite, review, stuff like that :) and sorry, the interweb's been stuffing up for me.