Sherlolly One Shots

Her Favourite Things

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I have not updated in such an unacceptably long time and I'm so sorry for that!! I've been super busy and I've just had no chance to finish anything!! Hopefully I'll be able to write a bit more frequently. I'm also thinking of starting a multi-chapter, so let me know if that's something you'd like??

I appreciate you all beyond words.
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(This is kind of a follow on from The Call.)

(I realise I should have proof read this so sorry if you got confused when reading 1864 instead of 1984)

Sherlock observed Molly from across the living room, she was sat curled around herself on her yellow hued chair, now in the place of John's, upon John's own insistence ("Sherlock, she's your girlfriend and you live together, move my goddamn chair already!"). She had moved in about a month ago, approximately two months after the events of Sherrinford and what transpired afterwards. Neither of them would ever forget the way she begged him to treat her humanely, or the way his voice trembled as he told her she was his everything, nor would they forget the sob that came from her at that admission. But most of all, neither of them would forget the way they told each other those words in a way that was all their own, no forced phone call or life saving act necessary, just kisses, truths and I love yous.

Sherlock closed his eyes and smiled slightly at the memories before focusing his attention once again on the petite pathologist curled up within the large chair. Her nose crinkled and her eyes sparkled as she read, her facial expression morphing into shock or surprise every now and then as the story progressed. Sherlock had never read the book she was perusing, but it certainly did seem to interest Molly. He would have to check it out himself, if only to please and surprise her. He loved surprising her, not only for the reaction he got from her, but also because of the shock it caused the likes of John and Greg. He was so lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice when Molly looked up at him. 

"Sherlock?"

He snapped out of his trance.

"Yes?"

"You're staring."

"Am I not allowed to take in your beauty every once in a while?"

She blushed a most becoming shade of pink and he crossed the room to reach her, before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her lips.

"I guess so." She whispered shyly.

He smiled at her, a truly boyish smile.

"Alright then. Perfect."

He stepped away and stared some more, until she swatted his arm with her book, taking care not to lose her page.

Sherlock's phone buzzed with a text from Lestrade which made the giggles and laughs filling the room fade away.

"Case?" Molly asked.

"Afraid so."

Molly glanced at the clock.

"It's a bit late. But I guess the criminals of London don't tend to take in appropriate work times, no 9 to 5 murder policy."

Sherlock laughed again.

"Definitely not."

He crossed back over the space he'd created between them when checking his phone and lowered himself to her level.

"I'm sorry I have to leave you again."

"It's okay," she kissed him softly, before smiling and adding, "go save the world."