"I don’t know about this." Sherlock stared down at the rental skates on his feet. He had never been ice skating before and didn’t want to make a fool out of himself on his first date with Molly.
He felt unsteady as he glided along slightly behind Molly, clenching her hand. His eyes darted between his feet and their hands as other couples, kids from school, and parents whirled around them.
"You’re doing great!" She said finally drawing his attention up to her face and off of his feet and their hands. The second a genuine smile spread across his face he felt himself starting to lose his balance. His feet started moving all over the place and he flung his arms about. Instead of letting go of Molly’s hand, ensuring she stayed standing, he gripped her tighter and brought her down with him in a big heap.
There were a few giggles from passing by kids and Sherlock’s face was beat red. He watched as the kids moved away from them and realized the giggling had only gotten louder. He looked at Molly, whose legs were tangled with his, and realized the giggling was coming from her. Her scarf had gotten flipped up over her head like a long flat hat.
"Are you okay?" She finally asked as she removed herself from their tangled mess and stood up. "Did I cut you with my blade?" He looked down at his trousers and found a small hole near his calf.
"Only the fabric." He said still sitting on the ice with his legs stretched out in front of him.
"Good. Come on." She helped him to his feet and led him over to the side. "Want to go around one more time?" He really didn’t; he had had enough embarrassment for one night and a hole in his favorite trousers. But how could he say no to her? The end of her nose and her cheeks were pink from the cold and her brown eyes shown with excitement - she looked beautiful.
"Okay." He nodded yes. She took his hand again and led him around the rink, this time much slower.
"I think you are getting it!" Molly told the scared looking Sherlock.
"Maybe." He said, just thankful that he could see the exit.
They were almost to the exit when Sherlock started to lose his balance again. As he feel he let go of Molly’s hand letting her stay up right. He felt his face heat up again despite the cold as Molly let out another little giggle.
"Maybe next time we will just go bowling." She said as she helped him up again and led him out of the rink.
"Next time?" He asked as he sat down on a bench.
"Oh, well, I was hoping." She said setting down next to him. "Maybe you didn’t want to, I -"
"No!" He grabbed her hand, making her look at him. He swallowed hard. "Bowling sounds…good?" Sherlock had never been good at activities like this.
Molly gave him a small smile and leaned over and kissed him quickly on the lips.
"Maybe just a study date then."
I would have added a read more, but I still don’t see it.
