sherlock & molly

Irene: My legs hurt and I don’t know why.

Molly: Drink some water, stretch, and eat a banana.

Eurus: Just cut your legs off, trust me.

Irene: …

Mary: There are two kinds of people in this world.

Molly: Hey I uh wanted to talk to you about something.

Sherlock: Okay.

Molly: Well I’ve recently discovered that you are single.

Sherlock: *nods*

Molly: And I’m single.

Molly: So I was wondering if you wanted to be single together… *coughs* *blushes* romantically.

‘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)


               Sherlock 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.

               Molly 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.

               “What’s all this for?” she asked, delighted by his affections. He continued to trail his lips down her neck as he answered.

               “Mm, because 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 out tonight.”

               “Oh really, now?” Molly smiled.

               “Yep,” he grinned, popping the ‘p.’ “It’s not often I get to show off my girlfriend, is it?”

               “You are a show off,” she laughed, playfully swatting at his shoulder. “I thought you detested the word ‘girlfriend.’”

               “I do 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.”

               “And you’re mine too,” she told him, “but you can’t go around introducing me like that.”

               “Who 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.

               “Tempting, but I got this one,” she replied, throwing a wink his way before shutting the door.


               Molly 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.

               “You are so beautiful,” Sherlock spoke breathily. Molly blushed under his adoring gaze as he lifted the back of her hand to his lips.

               “And you are handsome, as always,” she told him.

               “Shall 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.

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juldooz  asked:

#91 sherlolly, my fav

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….

https://youtu.be/wAsPu-FTBsw


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. Brighter. Happier.

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 Sherlock’s room.

“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 and counting…

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 defended weakly.

“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 coffee mug.

“Sherlock, when are you going to ask her out properly?” John demanded.

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 words.

“…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 to her.

“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 simply.

“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 dinner?”

“Molly, will you marry me?”

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!”

Sherlock’s ramblings 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 air.

“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 sweetie?”

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

The One

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.”

Enjoy!

AO3


“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.

“Nothing.” 

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.


Sherlock: Come on John, I didn’t drink that much last night

John: You were flirting with Molly.

Sherlock: So what, she’s my girlfriend.

John: You asked if she was single…

John: And cried when she said she wasn’t.