Hello everyone I know it's been a while, but I'm suffering partly from a mild case of writers block, a case of 'drivers education classes', and I'm also writing a new Sherlolly story that hopefully I can put out sometime in the near future. You will go and read it right, right, right, RIGHT. I'm just kidding, I live in America and you can read whatever the heck you want ( as long as its mine...) ENJOY
"Sherlock I'm scared"Molly said as her boyfriend led her blindly. He had randomly walked into the morgue and blindfolded her . She didn't know whether to consider it romantic or to call Lestrade, but Molly being Molly she didn't say anything.
"No need to be scared Molly, just trust me" he said in his voice, if you know what I mean. He kept pushing her to in this direction or that direction until finally they made it to their destination. Molly felt Sherlock let go of her and heard his shoes walk upon some grass.
"Molly" he said
"What Sherlock" she replied.
"You can take of your blindfold now" he told her. Molly did as she was told and slipped the handkerchief off of her head. She looked around and saw that Sherlock had taken her to a park, interesting. Things got even better when she looked down. Sherlock had laid out a blanket and had set them up a picnic. The blanket had two pillows on one end and in the middle was a big plate of delicious looking strawberries. Molly's hand rushed up to her mouth in shock, this was romance novel stuff and it was made be Sherlock Holmes.
"Sherlock is this for us" she asked.
"I don't see any other couple around" he said sarcastically. He ushered her to lay down and she did so. She plopped down on the blue checkered blanket and Sherlock set himself next to her. They both laid back onto their pillows and Molly took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She didn't want this to end, it was perfect. The sun was shinning, the birds where chirping, Sherlock was inching his hand to meld with hers, and best of all no policemen or dead bodies where anywhere to be seen. Sherlock gently grabbed her hand and interlocked her fingers with his. Molly was now in bliss.
"I'm afraid to ask, but what is this all for" Molly ventured. Sherlock turned over in his side to look at Molly and she did the same.
"I wanted to have a memory of us that wasn't filled with death or crime, if you want to be totally honest" he told her.
"So it's not because you wanted to spend time with me" Molly asked, knowing it was the wrong thing to say the minute she said it. However Sherlock just smiled at her and used his other hand to place a fallen hair behind her ear.
"I enjoy all the time I spend with you, even if there is a dead body involved" he told her. Molly felt that this was the best answer ever...good save Sherlock.
"So you don't mind that most of the time we spend together is in he morgue" she asked.
"No...in fact, to quote Sargent Donovan, I kinda get off on seeing you cut up dead bodies" he told her in a most nonchalant manner. Molly tried not to her weirded out, and she hopefully succeeded.
"Really...how so" she asked wearily.
"Well to become a pathologist you must have an extensive knowledge the human body. Knowing the things you know about a dead person one can only imagine what you could do with someone who's alive" Sherlock devilishly mused.
"Of course you don't have to imagine do you" she said playfully. Sherlock smiled and they both giggled at their little joke. Molly eventually took the call that those strawberries where given her and popped one into her mouth. It tasted like heaven, so juicy, so...rich. She heard Sherlock chuckling to himself and quickly swallowed here strawberry to see what was up.
"What's so funny" she asked.
"You took a bite of that strawberries and your eyes rolled up back into your head and you moaned a little" he told her. Her face turned red with embarrassment.
"Did I really moan" she asked. Sherlock shook his head yes and Molly felt her face growing hot.
"No need to be embarrassed Molly, it's just me. I've seen you moan before" he told her. Molly wanted to jab him in the ribs for his comment, but that wasn't very Molly of her.
"I've never moaned over a strawberry, and you need to cool it with the blunt innuendos" she told him.
"What blunt innuendos" he asked.
"A week ago you told Lestrade that a victim had died during sex and he asked how you knew and you told him that you had been in that position about five times last night" she recounted. Sherlock chuckled to himself, the look on Lestrade's face...priceless.
"And 3 days ago John texted you and asked if he needed to buy milk and you reply that you 'didn't care you where about to suck face with Molly and take things elsewhere if you know what I mean' you do know that there is a screenshot of that on his blog" she told him. Sherlock made a mental note to plant a virus on John's computer.
"He deserved it, he interrupted us" he justified.
"You could have text yes or no" she told him.
"But that's boring, it's much more fun to tell him inappropriate stuff" he said. Molly rolled her eyes, she knew what she was getting into.
"You eyes are pretty when they do that" he told her.
"Do what" she asked.
"Express annoyance" he joked. Sherlock suddenly detached his hand from her and went down to grab the plate of strawberries. He quickly tossed the plate into the nearby grass and snuggled up next to Molly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her forehead.
"Sherlock, the strawberries" she said half heartedly.
"Screw the strawberries, I want to be the only thing that makes you moan" he said as Molly wrapped her arms around him.
"SHERLOCK, you seriously have to stop with the innuendos" she complained as she snuggled into his collarbone.
"Please, you've wanted to be in a sexual relationship with me for a very long time. Now that you're in one I just want to make sure that everyone knows" he justified.
"Oh trust me everyone knows, news at St. Bart's travels fast" she told him. Things went quite after that. The two just took each other in. Sherlock took long whiffs if her hair, it smelt of lavender, coffee, and formaldehyde. She stored that away in his mind placate, labeled it Scent Of Molly. He felt her swirl patterns into his back, just random swirls that a he storied away to remember forever. She closed her eyes and heard his heartbeat, beautiful, powerful, and alive. She was very thankful for the sound. Molly could practically hear his brain whirling away at a hundred miles per hour taking in everything and storing it in its proper place. Molly drifted into a slow sleep to these sound and a while later Sherlock looked down to see the sleeping Molly. This is what he had been waiting for. Sherlock slowly peeled himself off of her hopping she wouldn't wake up. He did so and he quickly fished something out if his pockets and walked over to a nearby spot. An hour later Molly woke up and she was still tightly wrapped up in Sherlock's arms, just like she was supposed to be.
"Hello" he said when she lifted up her head.
"How long have I been asleep"she asked.
"About an hour" he told her.
"Have you been awake this whole time" she asked him.
"I wasn't tired" he told her.
"Yeah right" she said back. Molly unwrapped herself form him sat up. She rubbed the sleep form her eyes and look up in the sky. It was just about to turn a dark blue.
"It's getting dark Sherlock, we'd better go home" she said.
"I suppose" he mumbled. Molly rolled over and picks up the plate that Sherlock had thrown aside earlier while he folded up the blanket and grabbed ahold of the pillows. While he was pressing a crease Molly suddenly slid over and kissed him passionately.
"This I one of the best things anyone has ever done for me and I really appreciate it" she told him. She leaned in and gave him another kiss.
"Your welcome" he said when they had pulled apart. Sherlock stood up and held out a hand of help Molly up as well. Then the two walked away into the sunset.
YEARS AND YEARS AND YEARS LATER
It was a peaceful day...well that was until a little curly headed boy came dashing through the grass have the time of his life. The boy was chasing birds and rolling around in his brand new sweater best that his grandmother had gotten him for church. Them the boy ran over to a very big oak tree which was about 30 feet from the walkway, also 30 feet away from his adult. The little boy saw something interesting carved into the bark and he traced it with his little fingers.
"GRANDPA, SOMEONE HURT THIS TREE" he yelled over to the elderly man on the walkway. The old man smile and the little boy and hobbled over to the tree.
"LOOK GRANDPA SOMEONE CUT THIS TREE" the little by told the old man. The old man pulled out his reading glasses and focused his eyes on what the little boy was talking about. Carved into the tree where the initials SH with a plus sign under them and then the initials MH. These where then encased in a heart. When the old man saw this he new exactly who had made those marks years and years ago. He smile at the cuts and was very happy that his grandson had been the one to find them.
"Go and fetch your grand mum will you" he told the boy. The little boy nodded his head and quickly ran off to get his grandmum. A while later the little boy returned with the older woman to tow.
"Hey why don't you go and buy some seed to feed the ducks with" he said as he gave to boy some spare change. The little boy quickly snatched it up and ran over to a nearby seed cart.
"Be careful" he lady warned him.
"No need to worry about him, he's a Holmes" the old man said.
"That's exactly why I worried" she retorted. The old man smiled at his wife and remembered he had a purpose.
"Hey I want to show you something" he told her. The old man pointed to the tree and the woman whipped out her glasses to get a closer look. Once she saw the markings she, like the old man, knew exactly who they where for.
"Sherlock Holmes, wow" she said.
"Lewis found it" the old man said. The lady looked back at the carving and frowned slightly.
"Her long have they been gone, 20, 30 years" she said. The old man shook his head back at her.
"Yeah something like that, and I bet you she never knew about this" he said. The old lady smiled at the tree and leaned her head in her husbands shoulder
"It's nice to know that dad really loved her" she said.
"We always knew that he loved her, it was the little things you know" the old man remembered. His dad would hold her hand after a bad day at the morgue, or that one time when he almost burnt the flat down when he tried to make dinner before she came home. Almost killed the kids. Thankfully Wellington ordered five calzones to be delivered form Angelo's and mum never knew the difference. Suddenly the little boy ran back over to his grandparents and he was in a huff.
"What's wrong baby" the lady asked.
"Wellllll I was trying to buy seed from that man with the cart, and his wife came over to ask him how he was doing. Then I noticed that the man had some lipstick on his collar and I pointed it out because it was pretty and I though it was telling his wife that her lipstick was pretty. It wasn't her lipstick though and she got really mad and told me to go stick my nose elsewhere" recounted the boy. The old man gave once glancing look to the cart man and looked back at his grandson.
"Go up and tell the man that his wife must really love her yoga classes, especially her instructor" he said. The lady playfully slapped him on the arm.
"Remington, don't tell him to ruin those poor peoples lives" she said to him.
"Well Pricilla they should now better than to insult a Holmes boy"
Hey oh everyone. I really hoped you like this story. I went online for inspiration and on a list of cute things for couples to do the top choice was picnic, but I had to and a Sherlock twist. I thought the ending was great for this story and I hope you think so to. I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING.