The Birthday Cake
This ficlet is for the lovely Birthday Boy, Benedict Cumberbatch.
Hope you, readers, find it delightful. Thanx for your support as always.
221b, Baker Street.
Sherlock looked closely at the birthday cake which Molly had made for him. The chocolate cake was decorated with his name, the almost looked like him icing sugar and sugar coated icing ball that was assumed to be his Billy, the skull.
Molly: Yes…why? (Her face fell) Oh…You don’t like it…
Sherlock: It’s…em…(finding the right things to say)
Molly: This is awkward. I should have known. You don’t like this sort of thing.
Sherlock: Molly, it’s not…that…I…
Molly: (gave him a faint smile) That’s OK, Sherlock. I can just take it back home and share with my landlord. He loves my cakes.
Sherlock: Hold on, I did not say that I don’t like your cake, Molly.
Molly: I know…You don’t.
It’s your birthday so I was tempted to do something special. I shouldn’t have made a big deal out of this and made you feel uncomfortable. I am sorry, Sherlock.
Molly gave him a warm but kind of forced smile and began to pack her cake quietly.
Sherlock did not know how to react in the situation. He did not know how to express to her that he was actually overwhelmed by her affection. He therefore took the icing sugar Sherlock from the cake and ate its head in one bite.
Molly: Sherlock! That’s an icing sugar doll…just for decoration. It’s terribly sweet, too sweet to eat.
Sherlock: I have a sweet tooth.
Sherlock tried to swallow down to icing sugar very hard.
Molly: (grinned warmly) You don’t have to eat this, Sherlock. It’s really OK. As I said my landlord loves cakes, I can share it with him later.
Sherlock: I will not let anyone else have the cake you made for me, Molly. I am quite possessive of what is mine. You are mine as well as your cake.
Sherlock then used a fork to dig into his lovely cake as Molly blushed prettily in respond.
Molly: You can’t possibly eat it all yourself, Sherlock.
Sherlock: (chewed mini Billy, the icing ball) Why not? I am a birthday boy, aren’t I?
Molly (grinned) I don’t want you to be too full to do anything else tonight.
Sherlock: (frowned) What are you suggesting here, Molly?
Molly: Nothing in particular, Sherlock. It’s up to my birthday boy and what he wishes to do….