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darnedchild) wrote2020-02-29 08:53 am
darnedchild) wrote2020-02-29 08:53 am
Candy - MHAW Valentine 2020
Summary: MHAW Valentine 2020 drabble - prompt "candy"
Rating: G
A/N - There were nine entries on the MHAW bingo card. I picked one. Here is two hundred words about Molly Hooper and candy.
Candy
It wasn’t that Molly disliked Valentine’s Day; she actually loved the holiday. She just didn’t understand the need for a special day full of over-the-top declarations and expensive gifts to meant impress the love of your life, when you could just tell them how you felt any old day of the year. And that was, apparently, enough for some of her co-workers to call her an unromantic grouch.
Obviously, that wasn’t true. She loved romance. Lived for it.
She just preferred Sherlock’s simple “I love you”—recently scribbled at the bottom of a note asking for a diseased spleen to play with—to any outrageously expensive flowers or flashy jewellery that she’d never have a chance to wear.
Having Sherlock show up at her door, even though he was in the middle of a complicated case, just to kiss her breathless while John impatiently rolled his eyes in the hall had been a delightful surprise that made her smile long into the night.
But it hadn’t been the highlight of the holiday.
”No, the best part of Valentine’s,” Molly thought as she stood in Tesco’s in front of the treasure trove of half-price chocolates and sweeties, “is the day after.”
Rating: G
A/N - There were nine entries on the MHAW bingo card. I picked one. Here is two hundred words about Molly Hooper and candy.
Candy
It wasn’t that Molly disliked Valentine’s Day; she actually loved the holiday. She just didn’t understand the need for a special day full of over-the-top declarations and expensive gifts to meant impress the love of your life, when you could just tell them how you felt any old day of the year. And that was, apparently, enough for some of her co-workers to call her an unromantic grouch.
Obviously, that wasn’t true. She loved romance. Lived for it.
She just preferred Sherlock’s simple “I love you”—recently scribbled at the bottom of a note asking for a diseased spleen to play with—to any outrageously expensive flowers or flashy jewellery that she’d never have a chance to wear.
Having Sherlock show up at her door, even though he was in the middle of a complicated case, just to kiss her breathless while John impatiently rolled his eyes in the hall had been a delightful surprise that made her smile long into the night.
But it hadn’t been the highlight of the holiday.
”No, the best part of Valentine’s,” Molly thought as she stood in Tesco’s in front of the treasure trove of half-price chocolates and sweeties, “is the day after.”