Holmes' Book Of One Shots

Heart Dissecting (Molliarty | Valentine's Day Special)

            Molly made sure to wear something that she wouldn’t mind getting ruined; a light grey jumper and a plain skirt that she didn’t wear much (if it got ruined, it isn’t like she would wish to wear it anyways). Jim almost matched her with his grey t-shirt and trousers the same colour as her skirt.

            “Okay,” Molly said, sitting on the sofa next to the criminal, “I may have gone a little far out for Valentine’s Day, but I’m sure you’ll love this.” Her smile was just about wider than her cheeks.

            “Oh?” Jim said, “What will we be doing?”

            She took one of his hands in her own and stood. “Come on and I’ll show you.”

            Jim stood and Molly led him to the kitchen where the isle had been cleared off of the usual kitchen related things. In their place, two metal trays and dissection tools, coloured pencils, and two pairs of blue latex gloves stood. Jim grinned at the objects of dissection. On each tray sat a human heart. Molly was watching his expression, paying attention to each and every detail as his grin grew wider and wider.            

            “They came from two donors,” Molly told him, “donated them for experimentation, so here they are awaiting dissection.”

            Jim stepped closer to the table, his free hand taking a spot on the table while the other held onto Molly’s.

            “Bit cheesy, I know,” Molly said, “­–Well, not every couple gets to dissect hearts for Valentine’s Day, but you get what I mean.” She stepped up next to him and looked up at him again. “Do you like them?”

            “I adore them, darling.” He turned to her and brought a hand to her cheek, his thumb tracing the bone of her cheek as he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. It was calm and sweet, a bit different from their usual kisses. Her lips tasted of strawberry lip balm and his tasted of, well, Molly couldn’t decide, but whatever it was, it was delightful.

            Jim pulled back and looked into her doe eyes as she beamed up at him. “Shall we begin.”

            Molly nodded and turned to the table. She pointed at four pencils, each of different colours, which were sticking up out of each heart. “I’ve already marked the pulmonary trunk – or artery –, aorta, pulmonary vein, and super vena cava, that’s what the pencils are for.”

            Jim got behind her, his front pressed against her back gently as she renamed them, pointing at the pencils as she named what they stood for. He was nodding as he slid his arms around her middle.

            Molly had flipped the heart closest to her to where its backside faced the two. Pointing at everything she named. “Here’s the left atri…um….” She trailed off as Jim pressed his lips to her neck.

            “Oh, no,” he said, “Continue, darling, please.”

            “Um … there’s the le–left atrium,” she stuttered, leaning her neck towards him, “and then there’s the – the right atrium.”

            “Mhm,” Jim hummed.

            “And the brachiocephalic,” Molly continued, sticking in another dark blue coloured pencil, “which branches from the aorta.” She slid a pair of gloves on. “And now we can use the superior vena cava and the pulmonary vein to guide us as we cut it in half.”

            Jim gave her one last kiss on her neck and stepped towards his heart, ignoring the gloves laid out for him and picking up a scalpel. “Instruct me then.”

            “Well,” Molly said, looking a little off at his decision to not wear the gloves, “hold it on its side,” – she demonstrated – “and begin to cut it in half in between the aorta and pulmonary trunk.”

            “Gladly.” Jim grinned, placing one hand on the heart as he began to cut the heart in half. Molly did the same, and looked over at him when she finished just in time to see him pull the heart apart, the inner chambers being exposed. She did the same to hers, then looked back at him. “Jim, you should probably use gloves.”

            “Why?” he asked, “It’s not like they’re bloody. The blood has all dried up by now.”

            “Well, yeah.” Molly turned to him. “But you are touching an organ that was once in a living person. Most people would wear gloves. Plus, now you have all that disinfectant liquid on you.”

            “Yeah, which means I’m clean, right?” He grinned as he places his hands on her waist.

            Molly tried to step back. “Jim!”

            “What?” He laughed, stepping closer as his fingers began to trail under her jumper.

            She couldn't help but smile. “You are disgusting.”

            “Am I?” His hands were now resting on her bare waist and he pulled her closer to him, looking down at her. “I thought we had established that I’m clean?” He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers yet again.

            Molly felt the cold of the disinfectant on her waist and kissed him back, moving her still gloved hands to his neck, one running up through his short hair.

            Jim’s shoulders pulled up as the cold touched his neck, but his grin was undefeatable as he deepened their kiss. He picked her up by the waist, and she wrapped her legs around his, her hands going down to his shoulders, wrapping around them and holding on tightly. He place one hand under her bottom to keep her from falling, and his other hand raised to just under her bra strap, which he thought about playing with, but decide against it in this moment of time.

            Jim pulled his lips from hers and Molly rested her forehead against his, their noses resting next to each other’s. “I think the hearts can wait a bit, don’t you?” he asked.

            Their breaths tangled with each other and Molly nodded her head. Jim noticed her dilated eyes and grinned, his thumbs tracing circles on her waist.

            “I think they can,” Molly said.

            Jim placed one last kiss on her lips and began to carry her out of the kitchen, the two of them grinning the entire way to the bedroom.

Oh look, and early Valentine's Day special, prompted by molliartytho on Tumblr.
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–OH