"This really is much better."
Sherlock smiled down at his wife. “Of course it is. I told you so.”
Molly lightly swatted his shoulder but continued to sway along with him, glad to be rid of her uncomfortable heels now that they’d snuck away from Lestrade’s wedding reception and back to 221B.
Before they’d even turned on a single light, Sherlock had grabbed her by the waist and pulled her into his arms. “I owe you a dance,” he’d whispered into her ear in a tone that still managed to send a thrill down her spine.
Sherlock kept them in time to a melody in his own head but Molly was much too content to mind, following his lead easily. The sound of the material of her bridesmaid dress and his light humming were the only things she could really hear in the room, the sounds of London beyond the moonlit window behind them muted for now.
She anticipated when Sherlock leaned closer to capture her mouth with his, his hand sliding a bit lower on her back to pull her closer, never for a moment breaking their dance.
Molly was only to glad to follow where he led.
Sorry about being so cheesy. This is based on a comment from Loo who said that if Molly and Sherlock were to dance, it would be to “Dancing in the Dark”. x