Sherlolly - One Shots

Red Nosed

Authors note:

Hi,

This is my first One Shots story, and I haven't edited it yet, so I'm sorry if it's a bit rubbish.

Thanks for reading.

Lots of love,

Lucy x

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Molly looked at her desk, sighing because she had lots of work to do. She and Sherlock had been getting to know each other much better lately. John was busy with Mary, so she was taking over his position with a few of the cases. She thought she heard a door creak, so she looked to her left, but saw nothing.

"MOLLY!" Shouted Sherlock. "Would you like to go on a case?" he said in a slightly calmer tone, still making Molly jump out of her skin. He had his hands on his hips in a very non-Sherlock style, which slightly concerned Molly.

Why is he in such a good mood, She wondered.

"Um, sure. What's it about?"

"Ice skates!" Sherlock replied.

Molly raised an eyebrow, "Ice skates?"

"Just follow me, you'll see when you get there."

Molly locked up and left the building a little worried that she would get in trouble for leaving work early, but knowing that Sherlock needed help and she would probably be more help with him than stuck in the morgue.

As they got out of St. Barts, Sherlock hailed a cab, then held the door open for Molly.

Why is he doing this? First the weird shouting-hips-don't-lie thing, now holding a cab door open for me. He's actually being quite, quite... kind.

They arrived at the ice skating rink and went inside. As Molly looked around, she realised that there weren't any people there, and she didn't mean that everyone had cleared out for the investigation, but there wasn't anyone! Not Lestrade, Anderson, Sally, or anyone else. Molly looked at the rink to try and find some evidence, but she couldn't see a body or any blood which she found very strange.

She turned around and saw Sherlock holding two pairs of skates.

"Sherlock, why are we here?" She asked.

His eyes seemed to catch a glint of sunlight just before he spoke, making his pale blue eyes, seem much warmer than they looked in everyday light.

"We're here to do the investigation. I need to test out how dense the ice is and how much harm these things could do." He said pointing to the skates.

Molly was very confused, but she decided to just go along with whatever Sherlock was doing.

"Wait. Um, aren't you going to brief me?"

Sherlock shook his head, "No, I thought I'd keep it as a mystery for now."

Then he did the most peculiar thing: he winked.

Sherlock - winking! Wow, he must be in a good mood.

He left her frozen, and hopped onto the ice, skating away in the most graceful of manners.

Molly edged her way onto the cold, slippery abyss, but somehow managed to stay upright. She clung onto the railing and started inching her way around the rink to roughly where Sherlock was prancing about.

"Sherlock, I'm not very good at this. It's, it's really not my area." She called out.

He skated over to her, and she couldn't help but admire the way his body moved so elegantly as he glided across the rink.

He raised his eyebrow at her, "So, what is your area then?"

Molly couldn't believe her ears. Was Sherlock being flirtatious? "Um... Um, I-I. It-it's just very slippery."

Sherlock rolled his eyes and took her arm, "Okay, just hold onto my arm and move your feet like this."

He demonstrated and she tried her best to follow him, but ended up wobbling and slipping to her knees. She huffed and rubbed her forehead. Molly was sure she was going to get a cold because she could feel her cheeks and nose getting redder and warmer.

"Sherlock, where is the crime scene? It's been a long day, I'm bad at skating and I just want to go home."

Sherlock helped her up, but then he did something strange, "Hop on." he said.

Molly blinked, "On... what?"

"My back. Hop on my back." he replied turning around so she could get on."

She scrambled onto his back, her cheeks flushed. Sherlock started to dance around the rink, like nothing she'd seen before, and then he spoke, "To tell you the truth, there is no crime scene. I made it up because I thought you deserved a break." He was at the edge of the rink now and he placed Molly down so that she sat on the railing. "I also wanted to do this." And with that, he leaned in and kissed her. He held her hips on the railing, while she tangled her fingers in his dark curls. The kiss was slow, but for both Molly and Sherlock it was the most wonderful and passionate thing they'd ever experienced.

Molly pulled away to catch her breath and calm the butterflies in her stomach. Sherlock locked eyes with her and whispered, "You bewitch me, Molly Hooper." and with that, he kissed her again.

Molly was astonished.