//A Quiet Day Indoors// She didn't mind the cold. Not really. Molly spent all day in a room full of freezers so maybe she was just used to it by now. She also loved any excuse to wear her favorite over-sized uni sweatshirt with the stains and cuffs unraveling. She curled up on the sofa with her mug and gazed out into the frozen street beyond. Few people would be out in this weather but she could spend hours just watching them trudge along, tugging at their scarves and hats in the wind. (1/2)
How had he ever missed her obvious observational nature? She could probably tell almost as much about a person as he could. Except that she would only see the good in them. Always. She’d always seen the good in him and it had saved him so many times. Sherlock leaned into her side, curling himself around her. She turned to look at him and her gentle smile filled his veins with her warmth. Why would anyone mind the cold when they got to share it with the one they loved? (2/2)
It’s beautiful! There is honestly nothing better than Sherlock sitting with Molly and realizing how incredibly wonderful she is. Thank you so, so much!
