I know it's been a while, but I have a good reason. I've started a full time internship and had a hard time adjusting to the long hours, but now that I got used to it, I got back into my writing groove.

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"Will you stop pacing? Mary said they'll meet us for dinner, it isn't even five yet," John tried to calm his friend's nerves. The Detective had spend the entire day planing the perfect date. A nice – seafood free – dinner, a romantic stroll on the beach, and a drink back at the bungalow, followed by a dip in the hot tub – depending on how well the rest of the night went.

"They've been gone all day, what if she changed her mind?"

"If she didn't change her mind until now, it's not likely that that one day at the spa will make her come to her senses," Greg reasoned.

"Do you want to go over the plan again?" Sherlock asked, ignoring Greg's obvious sarcasm.

"Are you serious?" John had to try hard not to laugh.

"The plan…" Sherlock began.

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"Don't you think this is a little much?" Molly asked, critically eyeing herself in the mirror.

"It's just a dress, and you look amazing in it."

"Amazing enough for Sherlock to notice?"

"Honey, he flew you halfway around the world just to get some alone time with you. We're past getting him to notice you, the dress is only to speed things up a little."

"It is a nice dress," Molly agreed. The flowing skirt of the navy frock came down to her knees, showing the perfect amount of leg while the tight strapless bodice hugged her small frame in all the right places.

"It is," Mary assured her.

"Did you tell John and Greg about the plan?"

"Yes, and Sherlock still thinks he's in charge. You will be alone with him tonight. What you do with that is up to you."

"And Sherlock," Molly added, still not sure if she should be worried or excited.

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"What do you mean, John's not coming?" Sherlock complained.

"I told you, Lily has a slight fever, nothing to worry about. He and Mary will eat at the bungalow," Greg explained.

"And what's your excuse?"

"What are you talking about?" Greg asked, trying his best to sound nonchalant.

"I might be a little unnerved by this whole thing, but I'm still Sherlock Holmes. And this table is only set for two. You were supposed to stay with us until dessert, I don't want to pressure her."

"Maybe that's exactly what you should do, make a move before she moves on," Greg replied but Sherlock wasn't listening because he was too busy staring at something, or rather someone, behind his friend.

"And that's my cue," Greg said and stood up to make room for Molly.

"Hi Greg, Sherlock," she greeted them.

"You look lovely, and don't hesitate to call me if he doesn't behave."

"I will," Molly laughed, while Sherlock was still eyeing the scene with suspicion.

"Good luck," Greg excused himself, winking at Sherlock before he left.

"You do indeed look very nice, the dress is lovely," Sherlock finally spoke.

"You don't think it's too much? Mary talked me into it."

"She has good taste. And you don't seem to be the least bit surprised that we're alone."

"Mary also talked me into a few other things."

"So you don't mind that it's just us." He asked.

"I'm glad," Molly replied blushing a little.

"Then, Let's go."

"We just got here."

"If you're allowed to change the plan then so am I."

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"This is beautiful," Molly said, admiring the view. Sherlock had taken her to a secluded part of the beach – just in time to catch the last minutes of the sunset.

"It's quite spectacular," he agreed, taking a sip out the champagne bottle he had nicked from the restaurant, before handing it to Molly.

"Thanks. So here we are, you and me..." She commented not sure what to do next. Actually she did have a pretty good idea what would come next, but she also knew that Sherlock wasn't one to do things by the book...

"Maybe, we should just..." Molly started but then stopped mid sentence. This was ridiculous, she couldn't just ask him to...

"Maybe we should kiss?" Sherlock finished her thought. "Get it over with, so we can skip this awkward nonsense?"

"Are you serious?"

"It would certainly be a very efficient approach, and I do appreciate efficiency," he put his hand on her should and started to lean in.

"Ready?" he asked, and Molly could feel his breath on her lips.

"Yes," she nodded, before she took a deep breath and closed her eyes...

And then their lips met. The kiss was chaste and gentle, careful even, as neither Sherlock nor Molly dared to deepen it. Both waiting for the other to make the first move...

It was Molly who drew away first. "Do you want to go for a walk?"

"What?" Sherlock gave her a confused look.

"It's still early," Molly replied ready to get up, but Sherlock grabbed her hand and pulled her back down to him.

"Did I do anything wrong?"

"No, it's just..."

"What is it Molly?" He cupped her cheek, tracing his thumb over her skin.

"It was weird. I mean… Not bad weird, just weird. I've known you for so long, and you've never..." she tried to find the right words.

"What has changed?"

"I have," he stated matter of factly.

"But…" she was cut off by his lips crashing down on hers.

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Love Laura