Chapter 7

Holding Molly's hand walking through the streets of London at night was sheer bliss. To just talk to her, hold her away from the cold chill of the night air meant more to him than words could say. It was undeniable that she liked him (Oh god, he sounded like a child on the playground) after all she had accepted who he was, and would stick by him through thick and thin for she counted; she would always care for him. If he could trust anyone with his heart it could only ever be her, she would not break him, ever. She would never leave him alone.

They were only a few streets away from her house now and it seemed time to stop the idle chatter and get to the point. Social protocol stated that he OR she would have to initiate a kiss of some sort, who that would be was another story altogether. Of course he wanted to kiss her, but would she? And what type of kiss anyway?

Not wanting to startle her, he gently placed his arm around her waist, surprised to see that after this she seemed to cuddle up to him, almost like a cute kitten or something. Not that he could complain.

'You really are adorable when you're like this you know.' She murmured into his shoulder, smelling faintly of his rich, luxurious cologne.

'I am not adorable Molly Hooper!' He exclaimed in a comedic fashion tightening his grip around her, pulling her closer. 'You are though, you're truly and utterly beautiful, Molly.' He chuckled, snuggling her further into the warmth of his coat as they walked.

'Don't be silly Sherlock, name me one thing, go on one thing. Beautiful is certainly not one of them.' She mumbled quietly as if she believed her words.

After a seconds thought he stopped, arriving at the front door of her flat. Instead of playful his nature he grew to that of a tenser, quieter man.

'I know one exact moment, when I saw you in the morgue… On that awful when you told me I looked sad… I you truly saw you then Molly, and you saw me. It was like you had looked into my soul with your eyes… and I finally noticed you too. You were my guardian angel, my salvation when I was so alone. I had such a burden upon my shoulders and you wanted to help me. I felt I had seen you then, this you.' He placed his hand upon her cheek gazing into her eyes, now pricking with tears at his poetic voice, 'And you had never been so beautiful.'

At this moment his heart and mind just stopped. Closing his eyes he leaned in, placing his lips upon hers. They were so soft, so warm even in the cold night air. Closing her eyes she slowly he began to copy his movements, gently kissing his lips, his arms now placed around her, hers around his neck pulling his body flush against hers.

A minute or so passed until they broke away, Sherlock leaning his forehead against hers, his breathyheavy and uneven.

'Do you really mean that Sherlock? Do you really care for me? Please, tell me the truth.'

He was taken aback by her words; still she did not trust him after everything.

'Molly. You are my first kiss. I couldn't imagine ever being as close to someone as you. Only ever you, Molly… Of course I care, I care so much and I don't know how to stop, and I never want to. I will always protect and care for you. You do care for me don't you? I'm sorry for hurting you all those times before-'

She stopped him, placing a single kiss to his lips. 'Sherlock… you know I've lo- cared for you for so long, I'd do anything for you.' She said straining her words, her hand on his racing heart.

'You love me,' he whispered, eyes locked onto hers. 'I don't know how to love, Molly. I feel so happy but terrified, all I know is that I want to make you happy, I want to love you, but… I don't have a heart.'

'Sherlock, you do have heart. I know you do, without it you wouldn't be here with me, holding me and kissing me like this. Don't listen to them, Moriarty, because it's him who has no heart, I- I have always loved you.'

He didn't know how it had happened but he kissed her, and opening the door she took him by the hand to her room, pulling the door tightly shut behind them.

When he awoke the next morning she lay in his chest wrapped protectively in his arms, him playing with her hair lightly as to not wake her. She was so silent, so peaceful, so in love; and so was he.

Leaning down to her ear, his breath tickling her neck, he whispered, 'Molly Hooper… I think I- I think I love you too.'

She would always be on his mind.

So there you have it! My first fic finished… I'll admit I went a little OC on Sherlock but eh, what's fanfiction without copious amounts of romance? Plus I'm sorry if you guys were expecting some smexy paragraphs but I'm afraid I just don't write them! (In other words my friends are reading and considering my age it might be a LITTLE inappropriate.) anyways. I hope you've enjoyed this little fluffy ball of Sherlolly… If so please leave a review! Virtual hugs and cookies to those who do. ;)

Thank you x