@coloringthegreyscale who replied to my promp for f/f pairings with femsherlock/femgreg/molly It was fun and if anyone has any f/f to suggest in the future please do!
—Delicious—
“It’s the brother.” Sherlock said, with a decisive nod that sent her curls bobbing. She started to walk away, then paused to clarify, “The youngest one.” Without elaborating further, she popped the collar on her coat and strode off, much to the exasperation of Gillian Lestrade.
The DI gave a long suffering sigh, ruffling a hand through her short silver locks and took out her phone to text.
You know I can’t arrest just on your say so. I need evidence -GL
It’s all right there if your team wasn’t full of idiots. Match his shoe treads. -SH
Thank you. -GL
I thought we agreed you weren’t bringing me in on anything less than an 8 today. This wasn’t even a 4.-SH
Gillian paused in the midst of typing. Today? Shit. Molly. It was only Molly and Sherlock’s second anniversary and they had planned to spend most of it in bed.
I’ll make it up to you both. Tomorrow if you don’t want me to interrupt today. -GL
There was a longer pause than usual, then…
See you at home. Molly says she’ll forgive you if you bring chocolate sauce.-SH
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Gillian Lestrade paused to shift the bag higher on her arm as she opened the door at Baker Street. She wasn’t certain whether Molly wanted what she thought she wanted, but whether dessert or dessert, the whipped cream was probably a nice touch.
Mrs. Hudson looked up from polishing the railing. “Ah, Lestrade. How did the case turn out?”
“Sherlock was right as usual. The brother’s in custody.”
“That’s good, dear.” Mrs Hudson nodded and glanced upstairs. “You know, I think I’ll switch to the hoovering.” She winked and added, “You have fun now.”
Gillian blushed to the roots of her hair and scurried upstairs.
She could hear the shower running when she walked in. Sherlock stood up from her chair, wrapped in a blue silk dressing gown that barely covered her at all, loosely tied as it was. Her skin was rosy and her brown curls still damp, having just emerged from the shower herself. She kissed Lestrade in greeting and took the bag. She pushed aside her microscope and unpacked the bag slowly examining each item and spreading them out on the kitchen table.
The water stopped and Molly emerged from the loo, pink and clean, smelling of Sherlock’s botanical shampoo and her own lilac body wash.
“Syrup, fudge sauce, bonbons? And whipped cream? A bit of overkill, don’t you think,” Sherlock drawled with a slight raise of her brow.
“No,” Molly and Gillian said together, then giggled.
Mol went up on tiptoe to kiss Sherlock and swiped the fudge sauce off the table.
She squeezed Lestrade’s arse on the way by and turned over her shoulder with a cheeky grin. “You bring the whipped cream.”
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