Surprisingly Simple
I was surprised and pleased recently to get a fun little prompt from @artbylexie! Her prompt was simply “Kiss Cam.” I had fun with this, and partly because I enjoyed using a setting that’s quite literally close to home hehe. Someday, Lexie...someday you will come to Boston and we will do all the fun things! (Not that this will be one of them lol!) Anyway, this one’s for you. ❤️ And hope you all enjoy it!
“I’m confused,” Sherlock said to Molly, his voice raised a bit over the noise level around them. “I fail to see how this is an acceptable way to say thank you for my finding out who was embezzling in my client’s business!”
“I think it’s absolutely brilliant that he gave us these tickets!” she responded while applauding the game along with the rest of the fans as she sat decked out in her Red Sox hat and hoodie. “I mean, how often will we get the chance to do this? Be here in Boston at a baseball game!”
Sherlock shrugged. “I still prefer actual England to New England, thank you very much.”
“Stop complaining,” Molly chided with a laugh. “Besides, he did actually pay you as well. This was just an added bonus! Oh gosh, not to mention the incredible food he recommended!”
Sherlock did have to admit the food was nothing to sniff at. Giacomo’s was incredible Italian dining; as good or maybe even better than Angelo’s, though that seemed disloyal to say aloud. And the cannoli at Mike’s Pastry definitely ended up being worth the twenty minute wait in line. Perhaps they could stop by there again before flying home…
Molly nudged him, pointing toward the baseball field to playfully indicate that he should pay attention.
He also had to admit that the company on this case hadn’t been half bad. In fact, it was just about as wonderful as he could possibly imagine.
There was something rather freeing about being so far from home with Molly; far from anything that had happened recently. It was like they were able to step out of real life for a moment and into a world where everything that was difficult and confusing simply didn’t exist. It was a bit of a blessing in disguise that John hadn’t felt he should leave Rosie for that long or go that far away. This time with Molly had been...perhaps a bit therapeutic. Things hadn’t felt quite this light and comfortable since long before the events surrounding his poor troubled sister.
Events which he admittedly should have spent a little more time talking through with her.
Molly had been, if anything, too kind. He suspected she was being gentle with him because of the painful events which had resurfaced from his past. Perhaps it was cowardly, but he took the out she offered, choosing not to disagree when she excused his words during that phone call and the perceived impending danger. They’d both carried on as if the whole matter had been settled...even if he knew it wasn’t, not really.
Molly began swaying side to side in her seat as a song played over the loudspeakers between plays (this game was truly tedious). It was vaguely familiar to Sherlock but Molly seemed to know the words and was softly singing along.
“Kiss me, down by the broken tree house…”
Just then, Sherlock looked up and saw- what in God’s name?
“M-Molly,” he sputtered, nudging her and pointing up to the jumbotron. “Molly, is there a reason there’s a camera on us?!”
She gasped when she looked up and saw the same thing. “Oh my God, we’re on the Kiss Cam!” she exclaimed, laughing and turning beet red.
“The what Cam?!” he questioned, though a couple seconds of deduction were all he needed to get a pretty clear grasp of the situation, and if he had any apprehension, the people clapping and cheering around them would have left no doubt. Oh dear…
Molly began laughing nervously and shaking her head, gesturing between herself and Sherlock. “N-no, we’re not- we’re just friends! Just friends!” she explained loudly amongst the cheering. “I don’t think we would ever...it’s- it’s sort of complicated!”
Sherlock sat there gaping and wide eyed, though that one word did make him pause and look over at her. Complicated. Did it have to be?
His eyes swept her face, red and flustered as she tried to smile but was clearly becoming more and more embarrassed by the whole situation. She chewed her pink lips nervously and was barely able to make eye contact with him as she turned to him and mouthed the word, “sorry.” But he couldn’t help but think, why should she be? If things were complicated between them, it certainly wasn’t her who had made it so. Perhaps he was the one who should be apologizing. Or maybe...maybe he should do something else entirely.
His decision made in a flash, Sherlock gently turned her head toward him while removing the baseball cap from her head, and then he pressed his lips unhesitatingly against hers. Somewhere in his head he registered the fact that the crowd had erupted in cheering and applause, but it wasn’t his main focus.
Sherlock melted against the instant warmth and comfort of her mouth and felt a new and wonderful sort of thrill when her hands came up to grasp his face and she began enthusiastically kissing him back. They were in their own little world for a few blissful moments.
They soon pulled back though, very briefly glancing up at the jumbotron again as the screen finally switched away from them, and then looked at each other again.
“Well,” Molly began, letting out a short laugh, “I guess it’s even more complicated now, isn’t it?”
Sherlock smiled, enjoying the way her eyes had brightened and knowing it had been his doing.
“Actually,” he said, affectionately brushing some hair behind her ear before placing the cap back on her head, “I believe it’s finally incredibly simple.”














