Those gifs of Loo and BC having a laugh as she stepped up on something to take a picture of the back of his head is the reason I wrote this. I’ve not written in a-g-e-s, so this is kind of timely I suppose! Happy Christmas and I hope you like this little Sherlolly gift I’ve brought you. xx
“You know what, I’m just going to do it…” said Molly, gripping her mobile phone whilst carefully manouvering her skirt.
Sherlock watched, puzzled at first then slowly filling with worry, as the woman with whom he had just been talking, no, complaining to hitched her skirt up slightly to step up on an intricately carved bench by the window they were standing at.
“Molly!” He whispered with clenched teeth, “You said we were at a church and had to behave! What are you doing?” “What am I doing?” she asked back, positioning her phone behind Sherlock’s infamous mop of curls.
“Molly, I wasn’t serious when I said…” “You weren’t?” Molly interjected, “you are never not serious, Sherlock Holmes. Now stand still so we can end this once and for all…”
With a resigned sigh, Sherlock listened and stood still as a statue. After a few camera clicks, Molly hopped off the bench and presented the photos to him.
“There, not a curl out of place, in spite of what you might feel…” said Molly, stifling a laugh. “Besides, when did you start basing your deductions on a feeling anyway?”
It was Sherlock’s turn to stifle his laughter. Molly returned to Sherlock’s side, where she had been standing before he had begun kicking a fuss about his hair.
“Because, as you’ve taught me, Molly Hooper,” he said, leaning over to whisper in her ear, “Sometimes a feeling is all we have to go on.” “Oh?” she replied, turning to face him in amusement, “Have I?” “You most certainly have,” said Sherlock, reaching quietly to take her hand in his.
The pair smiled at each other before returning their attention to the church altar where their goddaughter was about to be baptised. Their hands were held firmly, if only to remind themselves that this, whatever this was that they had at this moment, was a rather beautiful thing.
And that it was perfectly all right to feel this way.
okay wait one last victorian femlock thing. john going down on sherlock on the sofa and mrs hudson comes in suddenly, so john just hides partly under sherlock’s big skirt and partly under the sofa itself. and mrs hudson is like !! Miss Holmes! You look unwell, all flushed and perspiring and breathing heavy like you’re going to faint! You should have Dr Watson take a look at you. and sherlock is like, Thank you Mrs Hudson, I will definitely do that.