A/N: I'm overwhelmed by such a positive response and so quickly too! I never expected to get such lovely comments on something that I simply took a chance on posting for the fun of it. So thank you to everyone who is/has been reading, so so much. It has been a massive confidence boost for me. Updates will slow down as I return to college on Thursday but I will try to get as much done as possible before then and next weekend so you have something to entertain you. Again, THANK YOU AND ENJOY.
Molly was positively fizzing with excitement the next morning as she went to work, her normally cheerful demeanor even brighter today after her successful evening with Mycroft the night before. She couldn't wait to see Mary and tell her what had happened. Sometimes Molly wished she had more female friends to share her excitement about this sort of thing with but Mary was a perfect friend and Molly wasn't greedy. By the time she met Mary at the canteen for lunch she was finally calming down but the delight was still bubbling under the surface. The two women sat down with their lunches at a table before they started talking.
"So how was dinner last night? Did you have fun?" Mary asked stuffing a chip into her mouth hungrily.
"It was great actually, better than I had hoped. The food was good and my chocolate cupcakes were a resounding success – don't worry I brought you one too for after – and it was nice to just have a good meal with a good person." Molly tried to hide her grin my biting her lips as she also began to chew on her chips that seemed to be the only edible thing on the menu that day.
"You're hiding something! Tell me, I need to live vicariously through other people since I'm a boring married mum now." Mary leaned in eagerly, a captive audience for Molly's story.
"Well I may have a date on Friday as a tester." Mary squealed gaining the attention of the nearest two tables, she waved them off absentmindedly and returned to our conversation.
"That is so great Molls, I'm so happy for you! You deserve to have some fun and you have nothing to loose by doing this only either experience or a relationship. I really want this for you, not only for you but I'm desperate to know if he's always in those suits of his or if he has any other clothes in his wardrobe." Mary clearly meant what she was saying since her hands were moving so wildly as she gesticulated.
"I'm not going to be rummaging around in his wardrobe Mary." Molly laughed at her friend and continued to eat.
"Well relationships move along very fast these days Molly, people are often in bed before they know it. I know that isn't your style so don't think I'm saying you're easy but sometimes these things just naturally happen. And that's okay, whatever suits you is great but I expect to know when it does happen whether he was any good. No details just a yes or no on the orgasm front." Mary winked at her friend as Molly flushed scarlet.
"Mary you can't say that word! We are in a hospital canteen, anyone could hear you and as a paediatric nurse you should know better." Molly scolded her friend who just laughed loudly.
"You need to relax Molly, it's our lunch hour what we say here isn't relevant to our jobs in any way at all." Molly was about to reply when her phone buzzed with a text in her pocket, opening the message her blush deepened even more as she passed the phone over to Mary to read. The message from Mycroft read: 'You should inform Mrs. Watson that I do in fact own a great deal of other clothes and that my sex life is none of her business but I am perfectly capable of pleasing you if it comes to that'
"I hate how there is CCTV everywhere, Big Brother is always watching." Molly muttered, her head in her hands as Mary read the text and burst out laughing at it.
"Oh god Molly you need to date this guy, it's hilarious how proper he sounds even when talking about something so improper." Mary handed Molly her phone back who slid it back in her pocket "Oh cheer up chick, at least now we know."
"I can't wait to get back to the morgue where the people can't talk back to me." Molly groaned as she finished her lunch.
"Don't be that way, you might be embarrassed now but you don't know embarrassment until you have had to spread your legs for the obstetrician to look up your cervix at the bean of a baby you have cooking up there. I literally want to cross my legs every time I hear the words 'internal exam' directed at me." Mary tried to console her friend and only succeeded in making her clench her legs together at the thought of that discomfort.
"I'm not embarrassed anymore, I'm horrified and squeamish." Molly shivered as she drank from her bottle of water on the table.
"You cut dead people up for a living, how the hell can you be squeamish when you deal with all of that on a daily basis?" Mary shook her head disbelievingly and gathered her things together. "Come on then if you're so desperate to get back to work."
The pair left the canteen and made their way to the lifts quietly as they dragged their feet somewhat reluctant to leave each other.
"There's just one problem with this you know, Sherlock is not going to be happy about you seeing his brother." Mary warned as she called the lift
"I don't intend on telling him actually, not for a while at least, until it's too late for him to interfere and ruin everything with his territorial ways. I'm his pathologist remember, nobody else's." Molly sighed and waved, handing over the container with the cupcake in to Mary as she went to step into the lift that had just arrived.
Molly ambled towards the stairs and went down the three floors to the mortuary, taking her time. It wasn't as though she was wasting anyone's time since the dead have no sense of time. Molly worked diligently that day, speeding through two autopsies and filling in the necessary paperwork before she finished for the day.
An evening in with Toby was just what Molly needed after an exciting few days but at least Monday was over and done with now. The soaps on TV quickly bored Molly so she decided to have a long hot bath and bed with her book instead. She ran the bath so it was deep and wonderfully perfumed with jasmine bubbles. Molly sank into the bath, her muscles automatically relaxing as the hot water loosened them. Molly giggled like a child at the strange feeling of the bubbles between her hands as she played with them, blowing them from her hand back into the bath and seeing how much a bubble would stretch before it popped. She lay there until the water was as cold as she could stand it before getting out and toweling dry. Snuggled in her starry onesie between her cool cotton sheets Molly felt like she was in heaven, in fact it was lucky that she had locked up the house behind her when she got home from work because she fell asleep without even reaching for her book at only nine at night, more exhausted than she had realised.
The week seemed to fly by for Molly, filled with teasing texts from Mary, an increasingly clingy Toby, Sherlock's presence nearly daily in her lab looking at some germ culture or other and an extremely erratic weather pattern that had been hovering over London the entire week. Molly felt frazzled, too much had gone on this week for her liking, as a pathologist it was usually rather peaceful and somewhat dull because the dead don't just sit up and start critiquing your dissection technique; unfortunately Sherlock seemed to find this a source of great enjoyment when he wasn't looking at the microscope. His body was nearly on the slab too after one too many sharp reprimands about the way she held her scalpel but instead Molly settled for banning him from the lab for the foreseeable future until he learnt how to observe quietly.
By the time Molly got home on Friday evening she had almost forgotten that she was having dinner with Mycroft tonight, it wasn't until quarter to six when Molly checked the clock that she fully remembered and threw herself into her bedroom to find some clean clothes to wear before he arrived to pick her up. She knew that she was cutting it fine with the amount of time she had to get ready so she simply pulled on a pair of black leggings with an oversized jumper before shoving her feet into her flats and dragging a brush through her hair and tying it back into a ponytail again. As she rushed around the living room turning the TV off and ensuring Toby had enough food and drink her doorbell rang. Molly rushed to the door; pulling it open to see Mycroft in the most casual clothes she had ever seen him in, just a jumper over a shirt with some smart pants.
"I'll be literally one minute, I just need to get my bag and coat." Molly smiled hello as she addressed Mycroft before rushing off to grab those two things.
"I'll just wait here then." Mycroft called after her as she shrugged her coat on in the living room and grabbed her bag from where Toby was trying to cuddle up to it. She returned to the door quickly and stepped outside locking the door behind her.
"Alright I'm ready, you look very different out of your suit you know?" commented Molly as she walked beside Mycroft down her front steps towards the waiting car.
"I know, I thought Mrs. Watson might want proof though so I took it upon myself to provide it." Mycroft smirked a little at Molly's blush as he held the car door open for her to get in. Molly slipped into the car quietly, buckling in her seatbelt while Mycroft settled himself next to her and copied her actions. "I didn't intend to embarrass you, Molly. I was just making a jest." Mycroft offered an apologetic shrug to Molly who accepted with a small laugh.
The car peeled away from the side of the road and headed towards their destination while the pair in the back made small talk about how their week had been, Mycroft obviously more generalized than Molly. Molly's left hand lay prone beside Mycroft's right between the two seats, relaxed in the warm car on the soft leather. A comfortable silence fell over them as Molly noticed Mycroft hesitantly stretching his fingers towards her hand, silently she linked their hands together, relishing the soft skin lightly dusted with hairs on the back of Mycroft's hand. Mycroft squeezed for a moment before relaxing his hand again.
"It's alright, you can touch me. It's new for both of us remember." Molly smiled indulgently as she looked down at how small her hand looked in his on the dark leather of the cars interior.
"It has been a long time since anybody has touched me with affection aside from my mother, it's strange. Enjoyable but still out of the norm for me." sighed Mycroft as his gaze also slipped to their joined hands.
"I'm sure you'll get used to it." Mycroft stroked his thumb against Molly's in thanks and they lapsed into silence again for the remainder of the thirty-minute journey to Mycroft's townhouse on the outskirts on central London in a wealthy neighborhood.
Mycroft helped Molly out of the car and led her up to his front door before letting them both inside. Molly looked around in awe at the grand mahogany winding staircase and the marble foyer flooring.
"It's amazing in here, so beautiful." exclaimed Molly as Mycroft timidly slipped his hand into hers again to lead her to the sitting room that was decorated luxuriously with beautifully soft carpeting, two comfortable sofas and beige walls. Old-fashioned furniture blended in seamlessly with the modern pieces in the room like the television in the corner of the room and the 'modern art' canvas that hung above the large fireplace.
Molly quickly found herself feeling comfortable and perfectly at home settled into the end of the plush sofa she had perched herself on. Mycroft had gone to order their food over the phone from the curry house. He was a lot more relaxed with just her in his own home, she noticed, than she had ever seen him. She didn't expect the intelligent, formal man she knew to be the type of person to eat from his lap in the sitting room in front of the television on a free evening but she had quickly learned that was exactly the type of person he was. She had also learned that he wasn't joking about his immense sweet tooth when she saw his stash of chocolate and sweets in a bowl on the coffee table in the middle of the room. Molly decided she had made the right decision in agreeing to attempt to see Mycroft.