It had been a Bad Day. A Horrible, Awful, Never-Ending Bad Day. And Molly was quite done with everything from her obnoxious coworkers to the lorry who splashed dirty water all over her so she had to borrow a pair of too-small scrubs to the trudge back home in the rain without the brolly she had forgotten on the tube.
Yes, Molly was ready to close the book on today.
With chilled fingers, she unlocked the black door and slipped inside. Immediately, the wind and traffic faded away and warmth enveloped her. She could hear the faint sounds of Mrs Hudson’s afternoon telly program and the faint smell of chocolate and baking filled the air.
Molly trudged up the stairs, stripping off her sopping cardigan as she went and tossing it over the railing to be taken care of later. After she had put this day behind her. At the first landing, she toed her shoes off and yanked off her wet socks. Barefoot and raggled, she continued up to her flat and walked through the open door.
And stopped cold.
The entire sitting room was immaculate. Every book put away, every old coffee mug gone, and the couch pillows had even been fluffed and arranged. A fire crackled in the fireplace which had been cleaned out of old soot and experiments Sherlock had tossed inside when he “cleaned” the kitchen. The coffee table had been moved near the hearth and was laden with the most scrumptious-looking food Molly had ever seen. Her mouth watered at the sight and she inhaled deeply, savoring the delicious scents.
From the kitchen, which was as clean as the sitting room, Sherlock appeared. He wore her favourite aubergine shirt and trousers underneath the silver-grey dressing gown she had given him last Christmas. In his hands, her carried a bottle of vintage wine (swiped from Mycroft, no doubt) and a couple wine glasses.
“Welcome home, my love,” he greeted her with a tender kiss. He set down the wine and glasses on the table and then ushered her toward the bathroom. Molly went with him, dumbfounded. She didn’t think she could be any more surprised until she saw the bathroom. Candles littered every surface and a hot, bubbling bath was already drawn.
“Take your time and relax,” Sherlock purred, his hands kneading her neck. Molly closed her eyes at his touch and moaned, already feeling the stress of the day slip away. “The food will wait for a bit.” He pressed a kiss to the spot behind her ear that always made her shiver. “And so will I.”
Molly turned around and caught him around the neck before he could leave, snogging him silly. “I love you so much,” she whispered when they broke apart, her eyes teary. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
He smiled that soft, tender smile that was only for her and kissed her one more time. “It’s about time someone took care of you for a change.”
Molly melted at the tenderness in his gaze. She looked over her shoulder at the bath then back to him, running her fingers along the lapels of his dressing gown. Peering up at him through her eyelashes, she bit her lip and tried not to smile. “You know, that bath is just about big enough for two.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow and his hold on her waist tightened ever so slightly. “Yes. Yes, I believe it is.”
The sound of his dressing gown falling to the floor was lost as Molly laughed softly, leading him backwards toward the tub.
Her Very Bad Day looked like it would have a Happy Ending after all.
I really really really want a Drarry fairy AU. Like, Harry accidentally steps in a fairy ring, and he gets stuck in Fairyland, and his only guide is this sarcastic little blond-haired sprite boy with gorgeous blue-grey eyes and silver wings, dressed all in green. And Harry is just so fed up with this spoiled, self-centered, argumentative pixie, but he needs him to get back to the mortal world, and eventually he realizes that Draco makes him laugh more than anyone else, and even when they’re bickering they have the most engaging conversations he’s ever had, and ‘Oh shit, I’m in love.’