‘The Chemistry of Love’ Chapter 7: Strawberry Wine
Sherlock closes the case and surprises Molly with a night out.
the title is based off of a fave song of mine: Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter (though the lyrics of the song have nothing to do with this lol)
made a breakthrough in the case two days later, just in time for the weekend.
Molly had Friday and Saturday off which was a rare occurrence with her hectic
work schedule. He was thrilled to be spending quality time with her and had
planned a surprise night out for them.
was reading her book on the sofa, glasses adorning her face, when
Sherlock came home from NSY. He seated himself beside her, pulling her into a
hug, his chin resting on her shoulder as he pressed soft kisses below her ear.
all this for?” she asked, delighted by his affections. He continued to trail
his lips down her neck as he answered.
I love you,” he murmured against her skin. Lifting his head up, Sherlock ran
his knuckles softly across her cheek. “And I closed the case so I’m taking you
really, now?” Molly smiled.
he grinned, popping the ‘p.’ “It’s not often I get to show off my girlfriend,
are a show off,” she laughed, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “I thought
you detested the word ‘girlfriend.’”
but not for the reason you’re thinking,” he informed her. “You’re much more
than that to me, Molly, you’re the love of my life.”
you’re mine too,” she told him, “but you can’t go around introducing me like
says?” Sherlock smirked. Molly rolled her eyes in amusement and ventured toward
the bedroom to get dressed. “I could help you in there.” She could practically
hear the wink in his voice.
but I got this one,” she replied, throwing a wink his way before shutting the
stepped out of the room moments later, her hair braided to the side. She wore a
yellow flowy strapless summer dress with a handkerchief skirt paired with a mini
faded denim jacket and strappy black flats on her feet.
are so beautiful,” Sherlock spoke breathily. Molly blushed under his adoring gaze
as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips.
you are handsome, as always,” she told him.
we?” he asked, offering the crook of his arm to her. Molly slipped her arm
through his and they ventured down to the street, walking to their destination
in the warm summer air.
I am terrible about answering these quickly apparently. Sorry for the wait. I ended up rewriting this a few different times. Debated several different songs, wrote and scrapped a second Sherrinford call… It’s super fluffy now but hopefully you’ll like it :)
You’ve been listening to the same song on repeat all week….
It had been about a month since the Sherrinford incident and
things were finally getting back to…not normal exactly. John doubted anything
could ever fully return to “normal” after everything they’d faced, losing Mary…No
certainly never quite normal… But better. Things were definitely better.
Baker Street had been rebuilt to its former glory in record
time, thanks to a round the clock work crew funded by a certain generous,
guilt-ridden albeit still insufferable Holmes brother. John was never quite
sure which motivation won out: Mycroft’s guilt over his role in what had played
out with Eurus, or his desire to have Sherlock no longer staying in his home.
It probably depended on the day.
Still…the whole arduous experience had managed to soften
things between the two Holmes brothers. They still bickered like school
children, but there was a friendliness to it now. John would never say out loud
that the Holmes brothers loved each other, certainly not to their faces, but
the evidence was there now more than ever.
The sounds of Freddy Mercury’s voice started blaring from
“Ooooh you make me live!”
“Oh dear God, not this again…” John whispered.
Every minute that they were not actively on a case, Sherlock
had been playing Queen’s You’re My Best Friend on repeat. For the last 8 days
It would seem that it wasn’t just Sherlock’s family
relationships that were showing more prominent signs of love. Molly Hooper had
become a mainstay of the new Baker Street in the past few weeks. To John’s
knowledge, things between the detective and the pathologist had still not yet taken
a full romantic turn, but they’d managed to mend the wounds inflicted during
that infamous phone call and reconcile their relationship back to a comfortable
friendship. There was an openness
between them now that hadn’t been there before. They were more at ease around
each other with their hearts out in the open and the air cleared between them.
Despite them not being officially “together”, there was no
doubt that the two of them were still head over heels for one another. There
were the shy little smiles in the morgue, the “I thought you might be hungry”
drop bys with take away, the more frequent experiments in the lab…and now,
apparently, giddy love songs on repeat.
“Morning,” Sherlock greeted happily as he strolled, or more accurately,
danced into the kitchen.
“Morning Sherlock,” John replied, typing an update into the
blog. “Seeing Molly today?”
Sherlock smiled unconsciously at the sound of her name. “I
was thinking of stopping by Bart’s later, yes…Why?”
“No reason…You just seem happy, that’s all,” John chuckled.
“I’m happy on days I don’t see Molly, too…” Sherlock
“Maybe,” John mused. “But that’s normal happy. You’ve got that ‘Molly Happy’ look on your face.”
“I don’t know what you mean…” Sherlock smiled into his
“Sherlock, when are you going to ask her out properly?” John
Sherlock blinked his friend from the kitchen.
John continued, “You’re nothing but smiles at the mere
mention of her name. You spend practically all of your free time at Bart’s or
at her flat, and when you can’t be around her, you’re talking about her or at
least thinking about her. You’ve been
listening to the same song on repeat all week…You’re in love with her,
Sherlock. You know it, she knows it, anyone with eyes knows it. So when are you going to do something about it?”
Sherlock pressed his
lips together as he stared down into his coffee, mulling over his friend’s
“…do you really think
she’ll say yes?” he asked finally.
John smiled at his
friend. “I know she will, mate. So what are you waiting for?”
Sherlock grinned to
himself and set down his mug.
“Thank you, John,” he
replied, grabbing his coat and heading out the door.
Molly was just finishing
cleaning up from her latest autopsy when Sherlock strolled into the morgue.
“Oh hey Sherlock, I wasn’t
expecting you until later,” she said cheerily.
“Molly you and I have
known each other for a while now…” Sherlock said, making his way to stand next
“Uhuh…” Molly glanced up
him, wondering where he was planning on going with that statement.
“And in that time we
have come to, um…be rather fond of each other, yes?” he asked, shoving his
hands in his coat pockets nervously.
Molly smiled and
continued cleaning. “You know how I feel about you Sherlock,” she replied
“I hope so,” he
responded softly, taking her hand and making her turn look at him. “Molly
Hooper you make me a better person, and every moment I spend with you is a
treasure. Would you perhaps consider…” He cleared his throat, unsuccessful in
calming his nerves. “Would you do me the honor…I had this all planned out in
the cab…What I’m trying to say is…”
“Would you like to have
“Molly, will you marry
Molly stared at him wide
eyed as she processed the words that had overlapped her own.
“What?” she breathed.
Sherlock gingerly took
both her hands in his. “My heart is yours Molly…I love you. I’ve always loved
you. I realize this may seem sudden, what with us never properly having gone on
a date before…but I know what I want and what I want is to spend the rest of my
life with you, if you’ll have me. I promise I will still try to court you even
when we’re— Mmph!”
were cut short as Molly fervently pressed her lips to his. His arms
instinctively encircled her as he returned her affections before coming up for
“Is that a yes?” he
breathed, causing Molly to laugh as she bobbed her head happily.
Across town, John
received a text from Sherlock. He nearly fell out of his chair when he opened
it. There on his mobile was a picture of Sherlock and Molly, Sherlock pressing
a kiss to Molly’s hair as Molly grinned ear to ear, her hand held up happily to
display a sparkling ring on her petite finger.
HOW’S THAT FOR DOING
SOMETHING ABOUT IT? –SH
John chuckled and showed
the picture to Rosie, who was happily sitting in her bouncer on the floor.
“About time, huh
Rosie cooed happily,
reaching a slobbery hand towards the image of her beloved godparents.
John smiled and withdrew
his phone to reply.
PLEASE LET ME BE THERE
WHEN YOU TELL EVERYONE DOWN AT SCOTLAND YARD. ANDERSON’S HEART MAY JUST EXPLODE…-JW
Author’s Note: Prompt Fill for @simplyshelbs16xoxo ! I was listening to ABBA and somehow this inspired my brain enough to come up with a story, even though ABBA is not even mentioned in it. :D Anyways, I combined two prompts: “Amuse Me” ( a short drabble for one character cheering up the other) and “Nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”
“Molly,” his tone was sharp and his voice dangerously low “ - this is absolutely ridiculous.”
“Oh come on, Sherlock! It will be fun, I promise.” she smiled cheekily as she put on her coat.
Sherlock sighed and shifted on the couch – hesitating for a second before finally getting up.
“I swear to God if somebody finds out about this, Molly Hooper, I will never talk you again,” he said and opened the door for her.
They stepped out into the cold night, and even though it was quite late already the streets were filled with people, laughing and chatting as they passed along. Sherlock reached out for her hand immediately, tracing his thumb over the back of it.
Molly shot a surprised glance at him. “I thought you were angry with me?” she said and could not suppress a smile.
He shrugged, while drawing her a little closer to his side, “Well, I might have forgiven you.” he said before stopping in the middle of the road to press a sloppy kiss against her cheek.
“We are still going to the Pub, you know that, right?” Molly asked and dragged a very grumpy looking Sherlock through the streets.
“Hey Molly!” the bartender greeted them as they entered the overfilled Pub. Sherlock was annoyed already. Molly and Sherlock managed their way towards the bar, so that Molly could say ‘Hello’ to Jeff, whose gaze lingered a little too long on Molly for Sherlock’s liking, properly.
“I hope to hear you singing tonight, Molls. It has been a while,” Jeff said while preparing their order.
“That is why we are here. Isn’t that right, Sherlock?”
Sherlock just huffed in response, crossing his arms in front of his body. Molly gave Jeff an apologetic smile before guiding Sherlock to her favorite table. It was in the back of the Pub and there were only a few tables surrounding it, so they had a little more privacy.
“What is wrong?” she asked as soon as they had sat down.
Molly sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder, “This was supposed to be a fun night, Sherlock. I am sorry if I did something to ruin it.”
He felt guilty. She had just wanted to cheer him up after his latest case and he did not want to ruin her plans by playing the jealous and grumpy boyfriend.
“No. I should apologize, Darling. I did not want to ruin the mood, I promise.” he pressed a short kiss to the top of her hair.
“So what do you want to sing?” Molly handed him a folder with all the karaoke songs the Pub had to offer.
“Whatever you want to,” Sherlock said and immediately regretted his decision after she had gleefully chosen a song.
“They were horrible.” he stated as the couple that had just performed left the stage.
Molly slightly pinched his arm, “Don’t be so rude! They did their best.”
“Besides the fact that they are clearly too drunk to care, they did not even sing the correct lyrics and the harmonies wer-” he was cut off by the feeling of her soft lips against his.
“We are next,” Molly grinned after breaking the kiss. Sherlock was pulled on the stage, feeling a little nervous as his eyes wandered over the crowd.
“Nothing bad will happen, baby, I promise.” Molly squeezed his hand, having noticed his anxiety.
She gave the DJ a thumbs up and the music started playing.
“Well, your Danny is nearly as good as John Travolta’s.” she giggled as they walked along the River Thames, enjoying the crisp autumn air.
“My dancing skills are far more advanced than his,” Sherlock argued and spun her around. Molly squeaked in enlightenment and with a smile on his face he spun her around a few more times before drawing her close to him.
“You are the one that I want,” he whispered against her lips.
“Oh, yes indeed.” Molly sang before closing the gap between them.