Hmm, I’m not sure about that one. Anyone else know? @virgin-who-cannot-drive ?

creating-genius was my 200th follower ( yay!) and as such was offered a prompt fill ( new territory still for me) they requested Sherlock watching Molly and being completely Lovestruck by her, but her being completely oblivious. So without further ado... Tidying Saturday mornings at Molly Hooper's was a hectic time. Molly's love of order made her keep her flat fairly spic and span. She'd pick up, dust, and Hoover while clothes washed before placing them on the couch in the lounge to fold while watching Telly. Sherlock Holmes knew this routine because of the ample amount of time he spent hiding in her flat. He knew how she put her earbuds in and would loose herself in the music till she forgot the man sitting in her kitchenette who, it seemed, was looking deep within his mind palace doing his own tidying. Of course, it was a little difficult to concentrate when Molly would stretch and the edge of her shirt would raise revealing a small amount of luminescent white skin, (had it ever, in fact see the sun?) or bend just so and he found his eyes greatly enjoying just how round her posterior was as it bounced as she cleaned. But his favorite, was when she got so involved with her music and cleaning that she forgot that he was even in the room. She would start humming, tapping and then wiggling about as she sang to some pop music that had her singing about friendships enduring and some correlation to 'being lovers'. It wasn't his cup of tea, or even what he would constitute as real dancing, but he was willing to admit (and only to himself) that he enjoyed watching her shake about. The way that she let herself go was riveting and inspiring and... Sexy. He felt his lip lift at the thought. Molly Hooper who had tried for years so hard to catch his eye with makeup, flirting and showy dresses when all it had taken to catch his eye was to be herself. Molly Hooper, the baggy dressed, brilliant specialist registrar, who saw right through him when no one else could... was most alluring when she was being herself. "Are you going to keep watching me dance all day or are you going to help me clean?" Molly's voice cut into his thoughts. Her back was still turned towards him as she wiped a cloth along her bookshelf near the table. Busted. "I'm sorry, what?" He asked, unsure of what he was supposed to admit and say to that. Molly turned around half smile on her face, "Are you just going to sit there and watch my ass as I can so clearly feel you doing, or are you going to come help me?" "Um... I wasn't... I was... If you weren't..." Sherlock waved his hands wildly about gesturing at her body. "shaking yourself all about I could finish my own tidying." "Your own tidying?" She laughed. "Mind palace, housekeeping." He said, eyes closed to hide his indignation. "Very pressing work." "Housekeeping! Is that why you show up here each Saturday, to do your housekeeping?" Molly laughed. "And to think I though you just came whenever you knew I'd be cleaning because you'd get to stare at my backside." "I do not... stare at your..." "At my what?" Molly teased hands planted on the table before Sherlock. "It's just that, I find it easy to do my own maintenance while you are doing yours. You relax me." He watches her expression carefully, glad to her continued good humor. "We've become really comfortable with each other I think." Molly noted softening her smile. "That's... good, I suppose. " Sherlock responded. "F-friends should be comfortable with one another." "Friends?" Molly questioned, her eyebrows lifted high on his face. "Friends don't stare at one another's behinds, Sherlock." "You've stated at my own rather a lot too Molly. And don't even get me started on that thing you do where you stare at my shirt buttons while you do that biting on your lips. Now that is rather distracting. Like you're imagining it's the button you are biting and not your lip, while all I can think of is how it feel to be my teeth biting down on you. "It was an accidental confession, but she had to know he was aware of her own behavior as well. Molly paled then flashed hot and adorable pink. "That's not... I... Those shirts need to be bigger!" She nearly wailed. Sherlock couldn't help it, he laughed. He laughed openly, but not harshly. When Molly realized that it wasn't at her expense she began to smile and chuckle, low and easy. Comfortable was a truly great place to find themselves, but Sherlock knew that they were working towards something nearly dangerous and exciting. He was falling in love with the smiling woman before him, and it was time that he did something about that.

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