"For the love of God, Sherlock, answer the door!" John shouted from the bathroom. "I'm in the shower!"

Opening his eyes, Sherlock got up the couch and threw the folder he was holding across the room. Furiously running his hands through his hair, he started to walk across the room. "Mrs Hudson," he eventually shouted when the person kept knocking, "Get that door!"

"She's not here. Don't you ever listen?" John said, entering the living room with hair still wet. Shooting Sherlock a dark look, he said, "I'll get the door."

When John got out of the room, Sherlock sat on the floor, cross-legged. Resting his chin on his joigned hand, he closed his eyes again, diving into his thoughts.

Wait. ...Diving? Of course! he thought when everything came into place.

It all made sense. It was so obvious. I'm so oblivious.

No, brother mine, Mycroft's voice cut in, you're just stupid.

Shut up.

"Sherlock," John said, bringing him back to the flat, "It's Molly. She had those tests you'd asked her. I have to go see Mary."

"No need for those, John. Everything is so obvious, don't you see?" Asking this, Sherlock already knew he didn't. For some reason, John seemed incapable of thinking.

Putting on his coat, John headed out. "Great. You'll have to tell me later, though. Bye!"

And off he went.

Rude.

"Well, I can listen to your deduction, if you want?" Molly said. That made him realize she'd actually been standing there for a few minutes, still in her coat and scarf. 

"I don't. But do sit down, I look like a bad host."

Molly laughed nervously, unable to understand whether he was joking. She took her coat off and sat on the couch. "So, um... You don't need those tests anymore?" she asked, playing with the hem of her shirt.

"No, I don't. Do you want tea? Oh wait, you preffer coffee. Wait here, I'll ask Mrs Hudson to make you some."

"Oh, but she's not-"

Without waiting for her to finish, he left the room. Quietly waiting for him to return, Molly found herself analyzing the flat. She'd tried several times to deduce everything out of someone, or something, like Sherlock always did. 

Honestly, the only thing she ever came to deduce was the fact that her neighbour loved cats, from the cat hairs on every single item he owned, and the meows she heard everytime she passed by his door.  Yep, pretty lame.

How Sherlock did that was uncomprehensible for her, but that also made him highly attractive, if she was being honest with herself. She'd though that for years, and had cursed herself every day for this silly crush of hers. Never would he return her feelings. Never.

Sighing, she went back to staring at the flat. Every new item was a surprise, since she had never really looked at that flat. She didn't come here often, and he never made her stay longer than necessary. 

She frowned slightly. She hadn't thought about it before, but it was the first time they were alone in the flat for more than one minute. She flushed for some reason, but quickly gathered herself when she heard footsteps in the staircase.

"Mrs Hudson is not here," Sherlock said from the door.

Laughing silently, she answered, "If you had waited one more second, I would have told you. And John probably told you already."

"Oh," he whispered, looking embarassed. "Well then, stay there, I'll make you coffee." 

"Oh, but there's not need-" 

He left again, before Molly finished her sentence.

Sherlock took his time making coffee for Molly, and tea for him. It'd been a while since he'd last done it for someone else. But he was doing it for Molly. Any other person her would have just made them leave, but not her. Why?

It's not like she was anything special.

Sherlock frowned as he thought that. No, that wasn't true. Molly was special. She was smarter and nicer than most, and her smile never failed to amaze him. 

Also, she had a faith in life he never had. He wondered why; seeing dead bodies everyday did not make him believe in a happy life. Yet she somehow found beauty in existence. He only found it very boring when he wasn't on a case.

Somehow, Molly Hooper was his exact opposite.

But opposite do attract...

He went upstairs with the two cups.  Handing Molly her coffee, which she accepted with a shy smile and polite nod, he sat down next to her on the couch. And instantly frowned. "Why are you red?" he asked. "Is it too hot in here?"

Still red, Molly cleared her throat, staring at her lap. "No. It's perfectly fine, thank you."

Molly bit her lower lip, which she always did when she was embarassed. But why was she embarassed? He quickly analized her gestures. Eyes flicking to his face every two seconds, bitting or licking her lips, fingers playing with her shirt, red cheeks... She had make up on. Mascara and that lipstick he had said he liked.

Oh.

He looked away as he came to realize she was most probably thinking about him.

Clearing his throat, he tried to change the subject. "Um, is your coffee too hot?" Stupid question, since she hadn't drunk any yet, but he was desparate to make the tension disappear, and he didn't want her to leave yet.

He didn't want her to leave. Shock came as he realized he meant that. He wanted her to stay. But why? How funny is was, that he could solve awfully hard cases, but couln't sort out his own feelings!

"It's fine," she said, bitting her lips once again.

This time Sherlock couldn't help looking at her mouth. "Can I try something?" he asked suddently.

Tilting her head slightly, Molly frowned. "Um, yes?"

Out of nowhere, he leant in and pressed his lips to hers. He heard Molly's gasp of surprise before she caved in and closed her eyes.

Sherlock Holmes was kissing her. Sherlock Holmes is kissing me.

Maybe it was for some sort of twisted experiment, but at the moment she didn't really care. She just tasted his lips and enjoyed how they felt again her skin. Yet she couldn't help but think it was strange that he'd suddently kiss her like that. Not that she was complaining. Not at all.

Sherlock broke the kiss when they couldn't breathe anymore, and smiled at her. "Of course," he said, stroking her cheek softly.

It all made sense now. It was so obvious. I really am so oblivious.

No, brother mine, Mycroft's voice responded, you're just in love.

Shut up, he said. But he was smiling.

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