#lestrade would probably still win 😉

[yourdistinguishedglittermom]

Yes, yes he would look better than Lestrade

She didn’t know she had a thing for silver foxes.

Oh, Greg was dishy, but in that best friend, teasing kind of way. She had never quite thought of him romantically.

She had always been attracted to tall, dark, and brooding. That was just her type.

Until the day Sherlock strolled in to her lab and she realised her type was simply Sherlock.

He had been gone on a case for several weeks and apparently either had ten years of his life scared off of him or he regularly dyed his hair and it had simply grown out (she filed that away for later to tell John).

She favoured the latter. It was the only logical explanation why his dark curls were now embellished with the most stunning silver. Streaks of silvery-white on the sides of his head shimmered in the poor light of the lab.

Molly’s knees went weak, and not just their usual melt-at-the-sight-of-him, but honest to goodness, I-need-to-sit-down.

He rounded the counter and leaned down to kiss her hello. She couldn’t help it, her hands went right to his curls and she turned his brief peck into an all-out snog, letting him hold her up when her legs gave in.

He finally broke the kiss, if just to breathe, and stared down at her in wonder.

“Had I known this would be the reaction, I would have stopped dying my hair years ago.”

She smiled and twirled his curls around her fingers, tugging her silver fox back down for another toe-curling kiss.

[the-sapphiresky]

She didn't know she had a thing for silver foxes.

Oh, Greg was dishy, but in that best friend, teasing kind of way. She had never quite thought of him romantically.

She had always been attracted to tall, dark, and brooding. That was just her type.

Until the day Sherlock strolled in to her lab and she realised her type was simply Sherlock.

He had been gone on a case for several weeks and apparently either had ten years of his life scared off of him or he regularly dyed his hair and it had simply grown out (she filed that away for later to tell John).

She favoured the latter. It was the only logical explanation why his dark curls were now embellished with the most stunning silver. Streaks of silvery-white on the sides of his head shimmered in the poor light of the lab.

Molly's knees went weak, and not just their usual melt-at-the-sight-of-him, but honest to goodness, I-need-to-sit-down.

He rounded the counter and leaned down to kiss her hello. She couldn't help it, her hands went right to his curls and she turned his brief peck into an all-out snog, letting him hold her up when her legs gave in.

He finally broke the kiss, if just to breathe, and stared down at her in wonder.

"Had I known this would be the reaction, I would have stopped dying my hair years ago."

She smiled and twirled his curls around her fingers, tugging her silver fox back down for another toe-curling kiss.