Sherlolly Shorts

A Day at the Beach

Molly sat in her soaking wet bathing suit, back to the rest of the group, toes in the sand, a towel around her shoulders. Her hair was still in a braid dripping down her back. It had been a long, fun, but tiring day, and she was feeling drowsy. The warm air blew around her, keeping her comfortable. She sat there, eyes staring into the sunset, the waves as background music, daydreaming, when someone came up behind her.

"What are you thinking about?" Sherlock asked as he sat down beside her.

Still not quite there, she answered honestly. "How good it would feel if you kissed me right now." It came out of her mouth before she could catch herself. Quickly she added, "For experimental reasons only of course." How dumb was that. Molly silently cursed herself.

Sherlock chuckled. "Why don't we try Ms. Hooper? For experimental purposes only of course."

Molly sat there shocked for a moment. This did not sound like her Sherlock. Who was the man in front of her now?

Suddenly Sherlock cupped his hands around her face, pulling her in for a long and passionate kiss. Molly sat there surprised at first but eventually found the rhythm and pressed back just as hard. Molly ran her hands through Sherlock's wet curls, as he ran his hands up and down her back, letting the towel fly off. His tongue poked around the outside of her mouth asking for permission, which Molly eagerly gave. His hands rested on her hips as he explored the rest of her body nipping her ear and leaving a trail of kisses down her neck and back up to her mouth. They sat there lips locked for several minutes until they finally broke away to breath.

Molly was breathless. That had been something she had been waiting for for 8 long years. It was better than she could have imagined and left her wanting more.

"That... was... amazing." Molly managed to get out once a little oxygen returned to her starved lungs.

"Ummm... Me too." Sherlock got out before turning to leave.

"Wait. Stay. Please." Molly grabbed his hand.

They sat there in silence, hands intertwined, until John came calling them to go. John gave them a questioning look but said nothing. Mary was already in the car with the baby. She looked very peaceful in her car seat fast asleep. Sherlock drove and Mary and John sat in the back with the baby. That left the front seat beside Sherlock for Molly. The car ride home was silent. Mary and John whisper to each other, every so often looking from Sherlock to Molly.

"Great," the detective thought, "guess who Mary will be shipping now. No doubt she'll try to get us closer."

The whole car ride Molly tried to decipher their kiss. "Did it mean as much to Sherlock as it did to her?" Sherlock dropped the Watsons home leaving him and Molly alone. They stayed silent the whole way. Finally Sherlock stopped the car in front of Molly's flat.

"Um, I had a great day. Thanks."

"Don't thank me thank Mary. She was the one who invited you." Sherlock replied.

Right before Molly stepped out of the car Sherlock lightly kissed her. But it was the next thing he said before driving off that made Molly's heart jump out of her chest.

"This could be the start of a beautiful relationship."