Molly flinched a little at the contact, her face instantly flushing bright red. Sherlock's lip spread to a grin at her adorable reaction. "Yyyes?" her voice was no more than a whisper. She silently cursed her stutter as she looked up to meet the gorgeous pair of eyes. He knew why she had flustered after him noticing her lips, and his heart wrenched with ache at the recollection of him putting her down in the past. "I like your lips. I lied before, they are not too small. They are perfect."
((sobbing right now because of that last line.))
Molly was red in face - all over it. She wasn’t sure if she could even move let alone make a sound in reply. He was staring because he was appreciating her lips. He called them perfect. Where she should begin with this? What could she say here? What was there to say? Thank you, probably. That sounded very lame to her but he had just complimented her. Genuinely complimented her. There were no real stakes here. There were no body parts around to need any flattering statements coming from him, well that wasn’t entirely true. There were two fully function bodies full of organs and bones and they were mere fingertips away. Molly flushed even more at the thought and pretty sure she was getting dizzy. She swayed a little, eliciting Sherlock to reach out to grasp her by the arm and pull her down to sit…on him. She felt him chuckle as he asked, “If I knew being honest would get that reaction, I would have delayed it a bit.”
