Molly has a surprise for her husband Sherlock, but will he like it?
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(Sherlolly One-Shot)
Sherlock stopped mid-stride as his wife comes in the door from her girl's day with Meena, his jaw dropping and his eyes widening like saucers. His phone slips from his hands and onto his lap before he gets up and meets her in the middle of the room.
Molly giggles softly and approaches him. "Hello, my husband." Sherlock continues to stare and swallows hard. "What do you think??", she grins brightly.
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Sherlock blinks a few times, taking in her vivid auburn-red hair which is now shoulder length, and he barely knows what to say. All he does know is that he can't hurt her feelings, despite what he /really/ thinks of it. "I-I..."
"Well?", Molly's face falls a bit, biting her bottom lip.
She beams and drapes her arms around his shoulders, kissing him softly. Sherlock smiles and pulls her close kissing her back. It's great consolation that her hair doesn't affect any other part of her, so he supposes he can swallow his pride and deal with it until she grows tired of the shade.
"Mmm. I thought I needed a change. I've never really changed my hair since I was a teen. I really like it! Don't you?" Molly smiles brightly and strokes his chest.
"You're beautiful, Molly."
"Meena said I should go for it, because honestly I'm in my thirties and I won't really get a chance to be this bold when I'm an older woman."
Sherlock chuckles a bit and kisses her forehead. She blushes and cuddles him close, wrapping her arms around his middle. He rubs her back and rests his chin atop her way-too-bright-for-her-complexion-in-his-opinion hair. He wants to groan and whine and tell her to go change it back to his natural Molly's hair, but he refrains, knowing her happiness is more important than his opinion. He tips her chin and looks at her glowing smile, and despite the alarming new 'do', his still adores her smiles, returning it with his own.
"I love you Molly."
"I love you too, Sherlock. I'm actually shocked you didn't totally freak out."
"Oh?", he feigns that the idea is far-fetched.
"Yeah, I don't know, you're always so...neutral. Natural. You used to comment on how much you liked my brown hair, but...it was getting too long, and I just wanted a switch up. Also, now I don't have to wear it up when I'm at work since it doesn't go past my shoulders. My ears will thank me for that." She giggles.
"Yes, well that's convenient, love."
Molly nods and smiles. "Oh! I got that chicken pot pie at the grocery store yesterday. Would you like to try it tonight? It's a large one, so I'll only make it if you're hungry enough."
