A short little fic - spoilers for ASIB
"Don't be silly," she says and gives Jim an arch look.
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He pouts and she can't help but crack a smile. Those puppy dog eyes are going to be the death of her.
"I don't know," he says in that lilting accent of his - the real one - "Sometimes, when you look at him, I don't think you're pretending."
She runs her hands down the black dress she's wearing, smirks into the mirror at the sparkly trim and the completely wrong bra. The earrings must be visible from the moon. Then she she looks at his reflection, gives him a wry smile.
"I admire his mind, you know that that is not a pretense...but everything else is acting, love."
He wraps his arms around her waist, tightens them possessively, "Then you're a bloody good actress."
"You know I am," she purrs and tilts her head to give him a peck on the cheek. What was supposed to be patronising turns into something more passionate, when he turns his head to capture her lips with his.
Later, she gives him a playful little swat, "You beast, you've ruined the hair now."
He chuckles, playing with the strands. She checks her clock and sees that it's time to be going.
She gets dressed quickly and tries to get her hair back the way it was before. The make-up is a bit smudged but she realises that this only adds to the effect she wished to create and simply reapplies the lipstick that Jim had kissed off of her.
He watches her getting ready again and she can feel those eyes following every move. It feels delicious to be so actively observed, considering the role she's been playing lately - Molly Hooper, lab mouse.
She gives herself the once over in the mirror and feels ready for the evening. The red present is prominently displayed in the shopping bag with the other present she'd bought. She wasn't going to admit this to Jim, but it had been fun going Christmas shopping as Molly and picking out things for the people in Sherlock's life.
"How do I look?" she asks, gracefully turning around to give Jim the full effect of 'Molly Hooper, seductress'. He wolf whistles and she laughs.
"There's one thing missing, though," he says and he walks towards her with something in his hand. He reaches out to touch her hair and then turns her around so they're looking in the mirror again. She giggles when she sees what he's done.
He gives her a kiss, just below the bow he's put in her hair and murmurs, "Happy Christmas, Sherlock Holmes."
.
He pouts and she can't help but crack a smile. Those puppy dog eyes are going to be the death of her.
"I don't know," he says in that lilting accent of his - the real one - "Sometimes, when you look at him, I don't think you're pretending."
She runs her hands down the black dress she's wearing, smirks into the mirror at the sparkly trim and the completely wrong bra. The earrings must be visible from the moon. Then she she looks at his reflection, gives him a wry smile.
"I admire his mind, you know that that is not a pretense...but everything else is acting, love."
He wraps his arms around her waist, tightens them possessively, "Then you're a bloody good actress."
"You know I am," she purrs and tilts her head to give him a peck on the cheek. What was supposed to be patronising turns into something more passionate, when he turns his head to capture her lips with his.
Later, she gives him a playful little swat, "You beast, you've ruined the hair now."
He chuckles, playing with the strands. She checks her clock and sees that it's time to be going.
She gets dressed quickly and tries to get her hair back the way it was before. The make-up is a bit smudged but she realises that this only adds to the effect she wished to create and simply reapplies the lipstick that Jim had kissed off of her.
He watches her getting ready again and she can feel those eyes following every move. It feels delicious to be so actively observed, considering the role she's been playing lately - Molly Hooper, lab mouse.
She gives herself the once over in the mirror and feels ready for the evening. The red present is prominently displayed in the shopping bag with the other present she'd bought. She wasn't going to admit this to Jim, but it had been fun going Christmas shopping as Molly and picking out things for the people in Sherlock's life.
"How do I look?" she asks, gracefully turning around to give Jim the full effect of 'Molly Hooper, seductress'. He wolf whistles and she laughs.
"There's one thing missing, though," he says and he walks towards her with something in his hand. He reaches out to touch her hair and then turns her around so they're looking in the mirror again. She giggles when she sees what he's done.
He gives her a kiss, just below the bow he's put in her hair and murmurs, "Happy Christmas, Sherlock Holmes."