Bouquet of Roses - MHAW Valentine 2020
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darnedchildSummary: MHAW Valentine 2020 drabble - prompt "bouquet of roses"
Rating: T
A/N - There were nine entries on the MHAW bingo card. I picked one. Here is two hundred words about Molly Hooper and a bouquet of roses.
Bouquet of Roses
“Oh!” Molly squeaked. “This is… unexpected.”
Sherlock frowned. “What do you mean, unexpected? It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Well, yes. But-“ She couldn’t force her eyes away from the completely starkers man lounging upon her bed, surrounded by what was surely a bouquet full of rose petals spread across her mint green sheets. The very fit man she’d yet to see naked even though they’d been dating for months. “But I thought you said we were going to have dinner after I got off work?”
“We will. After.”
“After?” She somehow managed to look him in the face, although it was hard.
Hard.
Unbidden, her gaze dropped toward his lap.
“Unless you’d rather wait. If you’re that hungry, I suppose I could get dressed and we could-“ He started to scoot toward the edge of the bed as if he were preparing to get up.
“No!” Molly shook her head and began to toe off her sensible shoes. “After is fine.”
Sherlock’s smug grin might have been irritating if he hadn’t immediately followed it up by holding out his hand.
“You know, those petals are going to stain the sheets,” she babbled as she finished undressing.
“I’ll buy you new ones. After.”
Rating: T
A/N - There were nine entries on the MHAW bingo card. I picked one. Here is two hundred words about Molly Hooper and a bouquet of roses.
Bouquet of Roses
“Oh!” Molly squeaked. “This is… unexpected.”
Sherlock frowned. “What do you mean, unexpected? It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“Well, yes. But-“ She couldn’t force her eyes away from the completely starkers man lounging upon her bed, surrounded by what was surely a bouquet full of rose petals spread across her mint green sheets. The very fit man she’d yet to see naked even though they’d been dating for months. “But I thought you said we were going to have dinner after I got off work?”
“We will. After.”
“After?” She somehow managed to look him in the face, although it was hard.
Hard.
Unbidden, her gaze dropped toward his lap.
“Unless you’d rather wait. If you’re that hungry, I suppose I could get dressed and we could-“ He started to scoot toward the edge of the bed as if he were preparing to get up.
“No!” Molly shook her head and began to toe off her sensible shoes. “After is fine.”
Sherlock’s smug grin might have been irritating if he hadn’t immediately followed it up by holding out his hand.
“You know, those petals are going to stain the sheets,” she babbled as she finished undressing.
“I’ll buy you new ones. After.”