Sherlock Holmes had kissed Mary Watson once, mostly to shock his friend John Watson who thought that he wouldn't take his right as the best man to kiss the bride at their wedding. He'd been a perfect gentleman about it, of course, and Mary had readily agreed. He certainly never thought he'd ever kiss her again. And, he supposed, he never had.
After all, it was she who put her hand in his, raised herself onto her tiptoes, laid her hand on one cheek, and warmly kissed the other. She laughed goodnaturedly at the shock that came over his features and the blush he was sure was creeping onto his cheeks.
"For luck!" she proclaimed. "Happy new year, Mr. Sherlock Holmes."
"Happy new year, Mrs. Watson," he replied with a smile. Maybe it was the alcohol at the party, maybe it was the revelry all around him. Whatever it was, he embraced her. And, when John Watson joined them, embraced him, too, making him laugh.
There was something about her, he decided later, something about how gentle and kind yet also passionate and confident she was that made him act out of character, made him come to parties and give new years wishes and blush when she kissed him. And yet, he found himself welcoming the change, whatever it may be.
One final 221B, for the prompt from Domina Temporis - Include Mary Morstan in a story.
That's all for now, folks. Thank you for all for reading; I sincerely hope you enjoyed. To everyone who left a review, thank you. I appreciate it very much :)
I'll see you in the next one!