bennie-lover78: mrsmcrieff:elennemigo: Didn’t decide if this is during the 2 years Sherlock

bennie-lover78: mrsmcrieff: elennemigo: Didn’t decide if this is during the 2 years Sherlock went away or he was abroad undercover and the lockdown kept them apart? What do you guys say? More, more, more…please… @mrsmcrieff @lilsherlockian1975 this is begging to be a fanfic. Challenge accepted @bennie-lover78 (I did this with @elennemigo ‘s permission, by the way!)They had only been on one date before the virus had hit and the country-wide lockdown went into effect. It should have happened sooner, of course, should have happened just after Sherlock got his sister into a more secure facility and talked his mother out of castrating his brother but things kept getting in the way. Sherlock, for instance, had a lot of healing to do. His mind (and Mind Palace) was in turmoil after learning that he’d erased two entire people from his childhood. There was a great deal of therapy involved. His family needed a lot of his time as well. Even Mycroft. And Molly… Molly took a long and much-needed holiday in hopes of forgetting the entire ugly episode. Upon returning, she did her best to avoid the consulting detective and Sherlock respected that for as long as he could, until…“Are we going to deal with the elephant in the room?” he asked one afternoon as he sat at his favourite microscope. “And by that I mean the phone call, not an actual elephant, of course. I only say that because John and I had this case once…”“I know what you meant, Sherlock,” Molly said, cutting him off. Just because she had known they would have to talk at some point, didn’t mean she was looking forward to it. Taking a deep breath, she carefully laid down the pipette she’d been working with and started removing her gloves. The damn things weren’t cooperating, as usual. Suddenly, Sherlock appeared by her side. Grabbing her by both wrists, he stilled her movements, saying, “Tiny as your hands are, I’ll never understand why you have such a problem with these,” as he yanked the nitrile gloves off of her hands. “There.” He smiled, tossing them into the bin. “Now… are you free for dinner this evening?”“Wh-what?” she stammered. “Free? I - I don’t understand.”His jaw worked, seemingly annoyed. Shoving his hands into the pockets of his tailored trousers, he stepped away a couple of feet. “I’d like to take you to dinner. For a date. An actual date. At a restaurant.” He nodded as if somehow proud of himself. “Are you free for dinner this evening?”“Yes?”Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “There was a question in that yes, Molly. I think we need to be very clear. No more pinning. No more contrived reasons to spend time together. No more everyone wondering ‘are they or aren’t they?’. No more Toms or Justins or Reginalds…”“How’d you know about…?”“No more fake engagements or texts from pushy sex-workers…”“Sex whats?”“Just you and me,” he finished, stepping forward once again. “So, dinner?”Though still trying to process everything he’d just said - because who’d been wondering ‘are they or aren’t they?’ - Molly managed to nod and answer, “Yes, Sherlock, I’d really like to have dinner tonight.”He smiled brightly. Leaning down, he kissed her quickly but firmly, on her lips - not the corner of her mouth, not her check - on her lips! As he pulled away, his eyes seemed to twinkle with excitement and something akin to mischief. “ And by the way, I really do love you, Molly Hooper. I meant that then and I mean it now. I just want to be very clear about what kind of dinner we’ll be having,” he said, ending it with a wink. He turned and picked up his Belstaff and made for the door, throwing back, “I’ll text you the details!” as he walked out. Mid-morning the next day, Molly was cursing her stubborn determination to hell and back. Sherlock had tried very, very hard to talk her into staying in bed the entire day, but she had refused. “Toby, Sherlock! He needs fed and…”“Phone Mrs Fitzpatrick, Molly, she’ll feed the beast. Surely I’m more fun to play with than a cat!” he said with a wicked smirk.He wasn’t wrong. As much as she loved her cat, Sherlock’s brand of fun was far more enticing. She was very tempted,Even though the evening before (and well into the morning!) had been wonderful… blissful, if she was perfectly honest, it had also been overwhelming and she needed time to herself to process, well, everything. So she left and just as she arrived home, the Prime Minister’s face was plastered across the telly, alerting the country to the official lockdown. Bugger. It. All! -- source link

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