Delicate Lace
Aug. 10th, 2017 11:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
darnedchildSummary: Molly, Sherlock, and delicate lace
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – "Lace" for Sherlolly, from strangelock221b
Delicate Lace
Her skin was pale and promised a softness that he hadn’t experienced in years; a direct contrast to the delicate black lace that peeked over the gaudy rhinestones that decorated her dress.
She was, as always, pretty. But with her hair down and her lips painted vivid red, for the first time Sherlock saw that she could be truly beautiful. The potential was there; had always been there, even though he’d refused to acknowledge it before that moment. Were Molly draped across his bed, wearing only that tantalizing lace with her hair spread across his pillow, the urge to fall to his knees in supplication before her would have been impossible to resist.
The ache of want that rolled across his nerves made him uncomfortable. He needed to put a stop to those sorts of intrusive thoughts. Immediately. His gaze took in every detail of the room and Molly, looking for something to draw his focus.
There. Her bag of presents.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the perfectly wrapped gift, and his skin went cold with the shock of an emotion he dared not name.
“I see you’ve got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you’re serious about him.”
Rating: G
A/N - One word prompt request – "Lace" for Sherlolly, from strangelock221b
Delicate Lace
Her skin was pale and promised a softness that he hadn’t experienced in years; a direct contrast to the delicate black lace that peeked over the gaudy rhinestones that decorated her dress.
She was, as always, pretty. But with her hair down and her lips painted vivid red, for the first time Sherlock saw that she could be truly beautiful. The potential was there; had always been there, even though he’d refused to acknowledge it before that moment. Were Molly draped across his bed, wearing only that tantalizing lace with her hair spread across his pillow, the urge to fall to his knees in supplication before her would have been impossible to resist.
The ache of want that rolled across his nerves made him uncomfortable. He needed to put a stop to those sorts of intrusive thoughts. Immediately. His gaze took in every detail of the room and Molly, looking for something to draw his focus.
There. Her bag of presents.
His eyes narrowed as he took in the perfectly wrapped gift, and his skin went cold with the shock of an emotion he dared not name.
“I see you’ve got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you’re serious about him.”