Molly sat up, yawning. Her hands went to her eyes and she moved to the side of the bed. She headed to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
The warm, nearly hot, made her sleepy muscles relax and Molly's head gently kissed the wall beside her. She yawned again and let her eyes slide close.
Someone's hands on her from behind made her stand up straight. She opened her mouth to scream, and a hand went on her lips, muffling the sound.
Molly whipped around, breaking free, only to start giggling, the anxiety releasing itself. She let out a cry.
Sherlock's pale blue eyes sparkled at her. His dark curls were soaked, as he was the one standing under the shower head now. Molly let her eyes roam over the body she touched and kissed at night.
His muscles were shining under the water and afternoon light streamed down from the window on the ceiling. He smiled at her and Molly had to blink a few times before she heard what he said.
"I just woke up." Molly stated dazedly and reached awkwardly around his chest to grab her wash cloth. "When'd you get here?"
"I let myself in just before nine." Sherlock said and he handed her the soap bar. "You're beautiful when you sleep."
Molly blushed and, almost self-consciously, began to rub her skin with the soapy wash cloth. She closed her eyes and tried to relax; they hardly showered together. She heard a weird sound and then the sound of wet hands rubbing together. She felt hands begin to caress her wet hair and squeaked.
"Oh, um, thank you." She made sure to keep her eyes closed, expecting shampoo to run down her face. She heard Sherlock sigh wistfully and he spoke.
"How are you?"
Molly peeked one eye open and smiled. "I'm great. How are you?"
"Well," Sherlock said, "I'm great. Better than great."
Molly smiled. "That's good to hear."
Sherlock hummed in agreement and then he pulled her under the shower head. His hands gently massaged the shampoo out of her hair and she sighed in bliss.
This is too good to be true.
She thanked him with a kiss on the lips and then took a step toward the sink. Sherlock followed her out, only to yank her off her feet and toss her on the bed.
She landed on the soft cotton and started giggling when he came closer.
Mrs. Hudson tugged Molly into Lila's. Molly looked around at the flowers, completely hopeless.
"Mrs. Hudson," she started again, "I know what they say. I don't know how to buy them."
Mrs. Hudson turned to Molly and said excitedly. "I bought them already."
Instead of getting angry, Molly was far from it, Molly grinned. "You did?"
"Yes, dear." Mrs. Hudson pulled Molly along. "Come and see."
Molly smiled when Lila came running from the back of the shop. She held the bouquet and her blue eyes sparkled at them. "Hello, Molly, Mrs. Hudson." Lila said happily.
"Hello, Lila," Mrs. Hudson looked at the flowers. "What've we got?"
"Forget-me-nots." Lila said and looked at Molly for approval. Blushing, Molly nodded. Lila went on. "Primroses and white bell flowers."
Mrs. Hudson looked at the roses. "How many?"
Lila looked at the roses in the bouquet. "I believe twenty four."
Mrs. Hudson smiled. "Lovely."
"Do you like them, Molly?" Lila asked shyly. Sherlock had asked Lila to be one of the bridesmaids. Molly nodded and smiled.
"They are really nice." She said. "Thank you."
Lila smiled brightly at the praise and disappeared to put the flowers down. When she came back, she found Molly looking at a red tulip. Lila smiled and she plucked one from the pot.
"Perfect lover?" Mrs. Hudson looked at Molly, who nodded wordlessly.
Her eyes went to Mrs. Hudson and she said, "This is too good to be true."
Mrs. Hudson seemed to debate it. "I suppose so."
Molly took a seat near the front of Lila's shop and she folded her hands together. Mrs. Hudson looked at Molly, worried. "Molly?"
"I just can't believe it sometimes." Molly said and she looked up to stop the tears of worry growing in her eyes. "I hope I'm. . . I hope I won't disappoint him."
Mrs. Hudson looked at Molly and nudged her. "What brought this on? You're wonderful together."
Molly sniffled. "I'd hate to get closer to our wedding day, and then we somehow fall out."
Mrs. Hudson seemed to understand and she patted Molly's shoulder. "Everything will be fine."
Molly looked at Mrs. Hudson and tried to smile.
Sherlock looked at the engagement ring on his ring finger, enchanted.
"Sherlock?" Watson asked. Sherlock looked up and Watson smiled softly, no longer puzzled when he saw Sherlock daydreaming.
"Sorry, Watson." Sherlock said and his eyes went to the ring again. "It's not as heavy as I thought."
"It isn't?" Watson seemed surprised. Sherlock shook his head and then he looked around the empty flat. Most of Sherlock's things were still around. He and Molly had picked a tiny little townhouse outside of London's apartments. It was only a five minute ride away from the flat though it appeared to be in the busiest part of London.
"No." Sherlock said and then he took the ring off.
Watson exclaimed. "Put it back on!" He cried and Sherlock looked at Watson in puzzlement.
"Don't take it off!" Watson said loudly and set his cup of tea down, looking ready to run over.
"Do you want to try it on?" Sherlock asked and then Watson shook his head. Sherlock eyed him. "You're lying."
"No, I'm not." Watson protested.
"False. Your pupils widened and you looked away."
Watson gave up. "Keep the ring on."
Sherlock smiled at Watson's persistence and then he looked at his friend more closely. He was lonely.
"Come on." Sherlock stood up and grabbed Watson's wrist.
Watson tried to pull away. "Where are we going?"
Sherlock looked at Watson and said, "We're getting you a fiancé."
"What?" Watson cried and yanked himself away, landing on the floor. His eyes went up at Sherlock. "No, we're not!"
"Fine." Sherlock wasn't deterred, in fact he found the whole thing quite amusing. "I'll bring her here."
"Who?" Watson demanded.
Sherlock arched an eyebrow. "The girl you've been fancying."
Watson looked confused. "Who?"
Sherlock sighed and said, "Lila Waters, Watson. I'll bring the two of you together." Wistfulness made him smile. "You two will be married within the year."
He started to the door again and Watson cried. "What makes you think I fancy her?"
"You go quiet around her, like you did yesterday when we went with Mrs. Hudson and chose the flowers for Molly's bouquet."
Watson shook his head. "I don't know how to buy flowers."
Sherlock considered it. "That may be, but even still, you didn't say a word."
Watson huffed. "Sherlock-"
Sherlock looked back at Watson. "What is it?"
Watson climbed off the floor and said, gruffly, "Let me get my coat."
Sherlock grinned and thought to what he had actually planned. He wanted to talk about Molly and his misgivings.
He felt that something was wrong, and he wanted Watson to help him figure it out. The only problem was that he couldn't ask directly.
"Hm?" Sherlock looked at Watson.
Watson's eyes were dark. "It's about Molly, isn't it?"
Sherlock couldn't lie.