45. “You stole my bra?” “It’s not what you think.” - John/Mary
(A little post-S4 AU ficlet. Mary didn’t die. I said I wasn’t going to write these for a while but @noregretsnotearsnoanxieties is having a shitty day, so…)
“You stole my bra?” Mary Watson asked from the doorway.She’d just caught her husband of two years trying to stuff one of her old andfaded bras back in the drawer with the rest.
John quickly turned around to face her, his expressiontelegraphing his guilt loud and clear. “It’s not what you think.”
Mary raised an eyebrow, trying hard to not let her amusementshow. “How do you know what I’m thinking?”
He nervously fiddled with his wedding ring. “Er … I assumeyou think I stole it because I want to wear it.”
The retired assassin rolled her eyes. “No. If you wanted towear a bra, I have much prettier ones.”
“Um, you think I stole it so I’d have something of yourswhen I was, um, thinking about you?”
Seeing her fortysomething husband blush never failed to makeMary smile. “You never needed something of mine before.”
“How do you- Never mind, I don’t want to know.”
Her smile widened. “Keep guessing.”
“You think Sherlock wanted it for an experiment.”
“Bingo. So, what poor woman died with that kind of bra on?”
John smiled a bit as he came over and wrapped his armsaround her waist. “Actually, I wanted it so I would know what kind to buy yousince that one’s a bit worn out.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling patiently. “John… that’s my maternity bra.”
“I know. Sherlock informed me this morning that you’ll needa new one soon.”
Her eyes widened. “How did he- Never mind, I don’t want toknow.”
“Are you … happy?” John asked cautiously.
She grinned at him. “About having another baby? I’mthrilled. About Sherlock knowing first, again? No, but then I know something hedoesn’t know yet.”
“Molly’s going to need one too.”
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