An Unconventional Date
Title: An Unconventional Date
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 3594
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: Sexual situations, however vague.
Summary: A prompt from my lovely Eviepie, “<3 okay, write Sherlock asking Molly out on a date but after the fall- she’s the only one who knows he’s alive, so they have to have a super secret date and it’s really cute and they sneak around and it’s unconventional and stuff. <3”
Authors Note: I seem to have accidentally written the most heartwarming, sweet, loveable thing ever. Enjoy!
An Unconventional Date
Molly stood pressed up against the man she loved, so close they were sharing body heat, she breathed in, he smelled just as she remembered, like vaguely expensive cologne and that smell that was just Sherlock. He was as handsome as ever, though he needed a haircut now, his raven curls were in his eyes and he was constantly sweeping them back with his hand to enable him to see properly.
Sherlock was warm, and that warmth spread to Molly easily, he looked like he needed a shower, she wasn't sure how he'd managed to shower before now, maybe sneaking into swimming pools, his coat, a different coat now, shorter, cheaper, was looking a little worn, with dried mud in the fabric here and there, he'd replaced his shoes with boots, which were scuffed and his blue jeans were wearing out at the knees, but apart from that he looked like he always did, gorgeous.
'Ssh.' Sherlock said softly.
'I didn't say anything.' Molly whispered back.
'You were thinking.' Sherlock said, and looked down at Molly, grinning at her ruefully 'The police car has passed.'
'And when did it pass?' Molly asked, smiling.
'About five minutes ago.' Sherlock smirked.
Molly blushed, she went up onto her tiptoes and kissed Sherlock gently on the lips, she was surprised when he kissed back but pleased none the less, he took her hand and pulled her out of the narrow alleyway that they had squeezed into together, he searched the street for police cars but there were none, the one that he'd seen previously had passed.
'Where did you want to eat?' Sherlock asked.
'Where can we eat?' Molly asked 'We can't go anywhere too public, or anywhere with cameras.'
'Chinese?'
'Chinese.'
-
They'd walked until they'd found a Chinese place that was suitable, open late at night, Sherlock had waited around the corner while Molly ordered and paid, she walked out again ten minutes later with all of the food and some bottles of water, she'd walked down the street and Sherlock had fallen into step beside her, taking the bag for her and carrying it, with a smile on his face that was all for her.
'Where are we going to eat?' Molly asked.
Sherlock looked ahead, down the road, his eyes searching, luckily summer nights weren't too cold, just cool, and tonight was no exception 'Where would you like to eat?' sitting outside wouldn't be a problem today, sitting anywhere outside at night was fine in summer, as long as it wasn't raining.
'My place?' Molly suggested 'It's cosy.'
'Mycroft might still be watching.' Sherlock said 'And if Mycroft is still watching then so will other people. Your house, Lestrade's, Baker Street, it's ground that I can't land on, I need to stay away a bit longer.'
Molly shrugged 'Somewhere else then, I'll let you lead.'
'You always let me lead.' Sherlock grinned 'Fine, follow me.'
Molly did.
They ended up beneath one of the big bridges in London, sitting on an old log and eating Chinese with cheap wooden chopsticks.
'Try this,' Molly said, chopsticks in hand and stuffed a mouthful of pork noodles into Sherlock's mouth.
Sherlock gave Molly a frustrated expression and chewed the food, nodding appreciatively 'Mm.'
'Don't forget to say thank you.' Molly instructed him 'I like buying you dinner but it's still polite to thank a person.'
'Thank you.' Sherlock kept forgetting to say thank you when Molly bought him dinner, she'd been doing it for a few months now and he still hadn't caught on, these general niceties weren't something that usually stayed in his head.
'If it wasn't for me you'd barely eat.' Molly said around a pork ball.
'That's not the only reason you buy me dinner every week.' Sherlock smiled 'You're sure that eventually I'll give in and spend a night on your sofa.'
Molly shrugged, blushing again 'I've told you, if there's anything you need-'
'Yes, yes.' Sherlock nodded 'I know.' he smiled 'Providing a body was enough, though, and getting your friend's help to make the suicide look convincing was brilliant.'
Molly smiled with pride.
'I underestimated you.' Sherlock said softly 'And that was stupid of me. You're smarter than you look.'
'Thank you.' Molly said, and then frowned 'I think.'
'So what's the news?' Sherlock asked, his face suddenly serious, all signs of humour gone.
'John is seeing his therapist again.' Molly said quietly 'I think he's depressed. He doesn't bother hiding it, he always looks sad. Stoney faced, you know? And so quiet. He drops around sometimes to see me. He's met someone, though, a woman named Mary.'
'Has Lestrade done a background check on her yet?' Sherlock asked.
'Yes, he says she's clean, and she makes good blueberry pies.' Molly smiled 'Lestrade is good, too, he's finally got back together with his wife, for real this time. They're arguing but they're happy, apparently, and his kids are fine.'
Sherlock nodded.
'And Mrs. Hudson is alright, she's not renting out the flat, although you know John moved out about a month ago, officially.'
Sherlock nodded again 'Yes.'
'Well, I think your brother must be paying the rent because like I said, Mrs. Hudson isn't renting it out, and all of your things are still in there.' Molly said 'Mycroft is good, too, apparently he's been in touch with John, offering him a job, I haven't heard if John's taken it or not yet.'
'l can't imagine John working for my brother.' Sherlock said, eating his chicken noodles hungilly.
'Are you getting by alright?' Molly asked.
Sherlock nodded 'Mm.' he took a moment, and then said 'Picking pockets is embarrassingly easy.'
'When did you learn that?' Molly asked.
'When I was a teenager.' Sherlock shrugged 'I ran away from home a lot. Tell me more about John.'
'What do you want to know?'
'I don't know,' Sherlock said softly 'Does he look tired? Is he getting enough sleep? Does this... Mary make him happy? Has his sister stopped drinking yet? And how does he feel about that? I want to know everything.'
'Alright.' Molly smiled 'Just like last time, then. Lucky for you I visit him more than once a week to make sure he's alright.'
'Thank you, Molly.'
Molly smiled 'I'm here for you.'
-
Molly spent the next hour telling Sherlock everything he wanted to know and more, all about John, everything that she'd picked up on, her own thoughts on the situation, and then she talked about Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade and his children, and Mycroft who looked sad whenever Lestrade said Sherlock's name, or so she'd been told.
They finished eating, Molly put all of the empty food boxes back into the bag, she looked sad, this was the worst time for her, not wanting to leave him alone for another week, having to fend for himself on the streets of London, dodging CCTV cameras as best he could and sleeping under bridges, stealing food and pickpocketing tourists.
'Molly...' Sherlock said softly.
'I don't know about Moriarty.' Molly said as she sat back down beside Sherlock 'His body wasn't found on the roof where you said it would be, just blood. I tested the blood but I didn't find any matches, it had to be his.'
Sherlock frowned 'Perhaps someone removed the body, an accomplice?'
'Perhaps.' Molly said.
'Or perhaps he faked his death. But even a blank at that range would have killed him. No, so maybe the sound of the gunshot came from-'
'Sherlock,' Molly said 'What do you think he would do, if he was alive?' she asked 'Do you think he'd go looking for you?'
'He has no reason to believe I'm alive.' Sherlock said 'I think he'd disapear, like me.'
'Would he be able to find you?'
'Mycroft hasn't found me, and if he hasn't found me yet then Moriarty would have no chance.'
Molly nodded, staring down at the stones beneath their feet.
'I think I might have been wrong, you know.' Sherlock said quietly.
Molly turned to stare at him wide eyed, her mouth slightly open.
'Don't look at me like that, it happens to everyone, apparently.' Sherlock said, staring off accross the Thames, the water black as the night around them, the only light from the buildings closeby 'What I mean is, I don't think Mycroft would still be watching your house, or Lestrade's, or Baker Street, he might have given up a few weeks ago.' he sighed 'What I'm trying to say, is-'
Molly stood, taking Sherlock's hand and picking up the bag, she pulled him up off of the log that they had been sat on 'Follow me.' she smiled, and led him in the direction of her flat, despite the fact that he knew the way already.
-
Molly unlocked the door and Sherlock followed her in, up the stairs and into her quite girly, quite pink apartment. Sherlock had seen it before, made his deductions, her cat Toby was curled up on the couch, the rug on the floor was crooked, she'd been in a rush this evening when he'd contacted her, her television was- but he was suddenly too busy to make any more deductions, because she was pulling him into her room, dragging his coat off, undoing his shirt buttons, and he wasn't stopping her.
'Do you have any-'
'Yes.' Molly breathed 'And I'm on the-'
'Right.' Sherlock said, backing her towards the bed 'Better to be safe than-'
'Shut up.' Molly groaned and tumbled backwards onto the bed, taking him with her. She'd wanted this since she'd first saw him, first met him, first spoken to this wonderful, brilliant, fantastic and gorgeous man, she hadn't believed in love at first sight until she'd seen him and now he was here and there was nothing she wanted more.
Their clothes were thrown onto the floor or simply pushed away elsewhere on the bed, Molly managed to keep her bra but that was it, and it didn't stop Sherlock from pulling the fabric back and kissing her bare skin, biting gently and making her breath catch.
Molly pushed him back gently, managing to sit up she twisted so that she could get to the drawer beside her bed, she pulled it open as Sherlock's lips wandered lower, down her side, tickling, warm breath on her skin, she pulled a square of blue from the drawer, turned back to Sherlock and gasped as he raised her legs and rocked her back.
'Sherlock!' she gasped, falling back onto the sheets and pillows and arching her back against both, eyes closed tight and mouth open, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, she'd never imagined Sherlock would even know about this, he'd certainly never shown any interest before.
Sherlock came up for air a few moments later, and he was grinning at her, it took the last of her breath away, she held out the blue square to him, her eyes wide, if he'd been so good with his tongue she wasn't sure she'd survive the rest. She closed her eyes, she'd never seen Sherlock naked before and she didn't want any spoilers, after sex she'd stare at him as much as she liked but before then, no, she liked surprises.
'Are you ready?' Sherlock whispered, and his lips were beside her left ear, he'd positioned himself above her, one hand either side of her shoulders, his muscles tensed, he wasn't even shaking through the strain, she'd had no idea he was so strong, and the idea sent a thrill through her.
'Yes.' Molly said softly, she put her hands on his strong arms, shifting her legs slightly, she gasped a moment later, again, and was surprised at how perfectly they fit together, like a puzzle. Sherlock was the other piece that she had been missing all of her life, she'd known when she'd seen him, and now they were perfectly slotted together and she'd never been happier.
Sherlock's breath was hot on Molly's neck, he moved above her, making soft sounds against her ear and she moaned beneath him, he'd always known she'd be loud during sex but he enjoyed the sound, it was reassuring, and beautiful, and he loved it.
'God.' Molly breathed, holding onto Sherlock's arms tight, almost painfully.
'Close enough.' Sherlock chuckled against her ear.
'You're so-' Molly moaned again, and whatever she'd been about to say was lost to pleasure, she was too caught up in it all, it felt too good. She stared up into Sherlock's eyes, like shining moons, beautiful and a little otherworldly, and they were all for her.
Sherlock stared back, into Molly's gorgeous brown eyes, she was staring up at him as though he were the last wonderful thing on Earth, as if, if she looked away, she would be completely lost. He leaned in and kissed her full on the lips, speeding his rhythm, she gasped into his mouth, her breathing was heavy, he leaned down and pressed his ear to her chest between her breasts, and listened to her heart hammering away, he knew his would sound just the same, he sighed against her skin and kissed her neck, moving back to her lips, he continued to kiss her until she couldn't cope anymore, until she needed more air, and he knew she was close.
'Sherlock.' Molly moaned his name, her eyes only just open, enough to see him by but nothing else, no peripheral, her sight had narrowed down to him, everything else was... 'Sherlock!'
Sherlock groaned loud against her neck as their orgasms hit them together, his breathing ragged against her hot skin, he drew it out, heard her almost scream his name into the dark room, and then there was silence punctuated only by their heavy breathing, their gasping breaths, finally, finally.
'Ssh...' Molly cooed 'Ssh ssh.'
Sherlock couldn't understand why Molly was cooing him, until he felt hot tears on his cheeks, he nuzzled Molly's neck, wiping them away on her skin, his shoulders shaking, orgasm was a loss of control, and he'd been so sad as of late. He'd been so good at pretending when he saw Molly, so good at saying he was fine, but it was a lie, he was hurting, without John he didn't feel whole.
'Ssh ssh...' Molly continued to coo, rubbing Sherlock's back, she didn't ask what was wrong, didn't ask why he was crying, she knew, and even if she hadn't she knew that if Sherlock wanted her to know, he would tell her.
'I didn't mean...' Sherlock finally whispered against her ear, calm now, Molly was warm beneath him, so inviting, and he was so tired.
'Ssh.' Molly simply continued 'You're safe.'
Sherlock nuzzled her neck 'Thank you, Molly.'
'You don't need to thank me, Sherlock.' Molly said softly 'I'm always here for you, I always have been, whether you've realised it or not.' she ran her hand through his hair, smooth but dirty, it needed a wash, he'd spent too long recently on the street 'Come on, let's take a shower.' she said, smiling softly and he pushed himself up to see her better 'You can use my shampoo.'
-
'What did I do to deserve you?' Sherlock asked softly.
Molly paused, her hands in a towel, drying Sherlock's hair, she knew he was perfectly capable but he'd looked sleepy, and she'd offered 'You were a total bastard to me.' she laughed 'And I like a challenge, apparently.'
'I mean it.' Sherlock said, running a finger up the inside of Molly's thigh, beneath the towel.
Okay, maybe he wasn't as sleepy as she'd thought 'Uhm.' she closed her eyes and continued drying his hair as his finger ran back down, stopping beside her knee, tickling 'You're an amazing man, Sherlock.' she said softly 'You've helped so many people. You deserve someone to look after you.'
'But I thought that's why I have John.' Sherlock said.
'Maybe you're amazing enough that you need two of us.' Molly said 'We both love you, but he loves you as a friend, as a brother, and I love you as a... a lover.'
Sherlock stared up at her, looking sleepy 'Why do you love me, Molly?'
'...I don't know.' Molly frowned 'I can't- there's so many reasons, Sherlock.'
Sherlock nodded slowly 'I can't stay away forever.'
Molly pulled the towel back and fetched her brush 'From me?'
'From everyone.' Sherlock said 'I want to come back, I need to come back. I hadn't realised... But I've come to rely on you all, so much so that I don't know how I ever managed without you. That makes no sense, and I don't understand. You've all wormed your way into my life and made a home and now I can't imagine my life without you.'
Molly walked back to Sherlock, she kissed the top of his head before she started brushing out his hair 'That's what friends do.'
'I wouldn't know.' Sherlock said just above a whisper.
'We work our way into your life, until you can't remember how to cope without us, you rely on us and we look after you.' she brushed out the knots in his raven curls, however many months without brushing it she didn't know, but it had needed that conditioner 'I like your hair longer, Sherlock.'
Sherlock frowned 'I prefer it shorter, but it helps to keep me looking... different.' he sighed 'I miss work.'
'I can magine.' Molly said softly.
'You have no idea.' Sherlock said, squeezing his eyes shut 'My mind is racing and it has no fuel, nothing to race upon, I spend all day deducing people, and they're all so boring, so ordinary.'
'Why not solve the cases in the paper that you can work out, and send in anonymous letters to Scotland Yard?' Molly asked.
'It would cause too much of a commotion, people would start asking uncomfortable questions.'
'So only solve the very difficult ones, then it would only be once a month.'
'It's not enough.'
Molly caught a particularly bad knot.
'Ow.'
'Sorry.' Molly said quietly 'I don't know what you can do.'
'No, of course you don't.' Sherlock sighed 'Maybe France.'
'No.'
Sherlock looked up at her 'What?'
'I said no.' Molly said sternly and tugged the brush straight through that stubborn knot
'You're not to leave London, you need to stay close.'
'Right.' Sherlock said softly, a little surprised 'Right...'
Molly continued to brush out Sherlock's hair, almost done 'How long will you stay? Here?'
'Not long.' Sherlock said, running a finger over Molly's knee 'Just long enough to...'
'Recupperate?'
Sherlock nodded.
'I love you, you know. So much.'
'I know.' Sherlock said softly and stared up at her 'I love you too, Molly Hooper.' he sighed heavily and rested his head against her hip 'I don't know, now, what I would do without you.'
'I don't know the answer to that.' Molly smiled and ran her hands through Sherlock's hair, shampooed, conditioned, brushed out and knot free, and hanging in his eyes 'But I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.'
Sherlock nodded, he tugged the towel gently and it fell away from her, he stared up at her, Molly Hooper, his saviour 'I'm not tired.'
'We don't need to sleep.' Molly said 'Not yet.'
'That's the best thing I've heard all week.' Sherlock smiled and wrapped his arms around her 'My Molly.'
-
She woke early the next morning, slamming her hand down onto her alarm clock and rolling over in bed, she meant to move closer to Sherlock, to snuggle up against him like she had late last night, in the circle of his arms, she reached for him now and he was gone. Molly sat up and looked around her room but it was empty, she climbed out of bed, rushed into her livingroom, her kitchen, her bathroom, but he'd gone. She turned with a heavy sigh and a sinking heart and walked back into her room, she slumped down on her bed and glanced at her alarm clock, and then she noticed it, a note.
It had been left beside her alarm clock, she'd missed it at first, when her alarm had gone off, eyes bleary, but she saw it now, and her hopes lifted immensly. She picked it up, opened it and read it,
Dearest Molly, I will see you again soon.
Sherlock.
X
P.s, Burn this.
Molly found a box of matches and set light to the note, dropping it into the sink and watching the ashes drop onto the metal, she would see him again soon, no doubt next week, as was their habit now. She would buy him dinner, they would sit somewhere quiet and dark... she hoped he would come back home with her again.
She wrapped her arms around herself, smiling. She loved Sherlock Holmes.
And Sherlock Holmes loved Molly.
Author: Ach Eloise
Word Count: 3594
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/Molly
Warnings: Sexual situations, however vague.
Summary: A prompt from my lovely Eviepie, “<3 okay, write Sherlock asking Molly out on a date but after the fall- she’s the only one who knows he’s alive, so they have to have a super secret date and it’s really cute and they sneak around and it’s unconventional and stuff. <3”
Authors Note: I seem to have accidentally written the most heartwarming, sweet, loveable thing ever. Enjoy!
An Unconventional Date
Molly stood pressed up against the man she loved, so close they were sharing body heat, she breathed in, he smelled just as she remembered, like vaguely expensive cologne and that smell that was just Sherlock. He was as handsome as ever, though he needed a haircut now, his raven curls were in his eyes and he was constantly sweeping them back with his hand to enable him to see properly.
Sherlock was warm, and that warmth spread to Molly easily, he looked like he needed a shower, she wasn't sure how he'd managed to shower before now, maybe sneaking into swimming pools, his coat, a different coat now, shorter, cheaper, was looking a little worn, with dried mud in the fabric here and there, he'd replaced his shoes with boots, which were scuffed and his blue jeans were wearing out at the knees, but apart from that he looked like he always did, gorgeous.
'Ssh.' Sherlock said softly.
'I didn't say anything.' Molly whispered back.
'You were thinking.' Sherlock said, and looked down at Molly, grinning at her ruefully 'The police car has passed.'
'And when did it pass?' Molly asked, smiling.
'About five minutes ago.' Sherlock smirked.
Molly blushed, she went up onto her tiptoes and kissed Sherlock gently on the lips, she was surprised when he kissed back but pleased none the less, he took her hand and pulled her out of the narrow alleyway that they had squeezed into together, he searched the street for police cars but there were none, the one that he'd seen previously had passed.
'Where did you want to eat?' Sherlock asked.
'Where can we eat?' Molly asked 'We can't go anywhere too public, or anywhere with cameras.'
'Chinese?'
'Chinese.'
-
They'd walked until they'd found a Chinese place that was suitable, open late at night, Sherlock had waited around the corner while Molly ordered and paid, she walked out again ten minutes later with all of the food and some bottles of water, she'd walked down the street and Sherlock had fallen into step beside her, taking the bag for her and carrying it, with a smile on his face that was all for her.
'Where are we going to eat?' Molly asked.
Sherlock looked ahead, down the road, his eyes searching, luckily summer nights weren't too cold, just cool, and tonight was no exception 'Where would you like to eat?' sitting outside wouldn't be a problem today, sitting anywhere outside at night was fine in summer, as long as it wasn't raining.
'My place?' Molly suggested 'It's cosy.'
'Mycroft might still be watching.' Sherlock said 'And if Mycroft is still watching then so will other people. Your house, Lestrade's, Baker Street, it's ground that I can't land on, I need to stay away a bit longer.'
Molly shrugged 'Somewhere else then, I'll let you lead.'
'You always let me lead.' Sherlock grinned 'Fine, follow me.'
Molly did.
They ended up beneath one of the big bridges in London, sitting on an old log and eating Chinese with cheap wooden chopsticks.
'Try this,' Molly said, chopsticks in hand and stuffed a mouthful of pork noodles into Sherlock's mouth.
Sherlock gave Molly a frustrated expression and chewed the food, nodding appreciatively 'Mm.'
'Don't forget to say thank you.' Molly instructed him 'I like buying you dinner but it's still polite to thank a person.'
'Thank you.' Sherlock kept forgetting to say thank you when Molly bought him dinner, she'd been doing it for a few months now and he still hadn't caught on, these general niceties weren't something that usually stayed in his head.
'If it wasn't for me you'd barely eat.' Molly said around a pork ball.
'That's not the only reason you buy me dinner every week.' Sherlock smiled 'You're sure that eventually I'll give in and spend a night on your sofa.'
Molly shrugged, blushing again 'I've told you, if there's anything you need-'
'Yes, yes.' Sherlock nodded 'I know.' he smiled 'Providing a body was enough, though, and getting your friend's help to make the suicide look convincing was brilliant.'
Molly smiled with pride.
'I underestimated you.' Sherlock said softly 'And that was stupid of me. You're smarter than you look.'
'Thank you.' Molly said, and then frowned 'I think.'
'So what's the news?' Sherlock asked, his face suddenly serious, all signs of humour gone.
'John is seeing his therapist again.' Molly said quietly 'I think he's depressed. He doesn't bother hiding it, he always looks sad. Stoney faced, you know? And so quiet. He drops around sometimes to see me. He's met someone, though, a woman named Mary.'
'Has Lestrade done a background check on her yet?' Sherlock asked.
'Yes, he says she's clean, and she makes good blueberry pies.' Molly smiled 'Lestrade is good, too, he's finally got back together with his wife, for real this time. They're arguing but they're happy, apparently, and his kids are fine.'
Sherlock nodded.
'And Mrs. Hudson is alright, she's not renting out the flat, although you know John moved out about a month ago, officially.'
Sherlock nodded again 'Yes.'
'Well, I think your brother must be paying the rent because like I said, Mrs. Hudson isn't renting it out, and all of your things are still in there.' Molly said 'Mycroft is good, too, apparently he's been in touch with John, offering him a job, I haven't heard if John's taken it or not yet.'
'l can't imagine John working for my brother.' Sherlock said, eating his chicken noodles hungilly.
'Are you getting by alright?' Molly asked.
Sherlock nodded 'Mm.' he took a moment, and then said 'Picking pockets is embarrassingly easy.'
'When did you learn that?' Molly asked.
'When I was a teenager.' Sherlock shrugged 'I ran away from home a lot. Tell me more about John.'
'What do you want to know?'
'I don't know,' Sherlock said softly 'Does he look tired? Is he getting enough sleep? Does this... Mary make him happy? Has his sister stopped drinking yet? And how does he feel about that? I want to know everything.'
'Alright.' Molly smiled 'Just like last time, then. Lucky for you I visit him more than once a week to make sure he's alright.'
'Thank you, Molly.'
Molly smiled 'I'm here for you.'
-
Molly spent the next hour telling Sherlock everything he wanted to know and more, all about John, everything that she'd picked up on, her own thoughts on the situation, and then she talked about Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade and his children, and Mycroft who looked sad whenever Lestrade said Sherlock's name, or so she'd been told.
They finished eating, Molly put all of the empty food boxes back into the bag, she looked sad, this was the worst time for her, not wanting to leave him alone for another week, having to fend for himself on the streets of London, dodging CCTV cameras as best he could and sleeping under bridges, stealing food and pickpocketing tourists.
'Molly...' Sherlock said softly.
'I don't know about Moriarty.' Molly said as she sat back down beside Sherlock 'His body wasn't found on the roof where you said it would be, just blood. I tested the blood but I didn't find any matches, it had to be his.'
Sherlock frowned 'Perhaps someone removed the body, an accomplice?'
'Perhaps.' Molly said.
'Or perhaps he faked his death. But even a blank at that range would have killed him. No, so maybe the sound of the gunshot came from-'
'Sherlock,' Molly said 'What do you think he would do, if he was alive?' she asked 'Do you think he'd go looking for you?'
'He has no reason to believe I'm alive.' Sherlock said 'I think he'd disapear, like me.'
'Would he be able to find you?'
'Mycroft hasn't found me, and if he hasn't found me yet then Moriarty would have no chance.'
Molly nodded, staring down at the stones beneath their feet.
'I think I might have been wrong, you know.' Sherlock said quietly.
Molly turned to stare at him wide eyed, her mouth slightly open.
'Don't look at me like that, it happens to everyone, apparently.' Sherlock said, staring off accross the Thames, the water black as the night around them, the only light from the buildings closeby 'What I mean is, I don't think Mycroft would still be watching your house, or Lestrade's, or Baker Street, he might have given up a few weeks ago.' he sighed 'What I'm trying to say, is-'
Molly stood, taking Sherlock's hand and picking up the bag, she pulled him up off of the log that they had been sat on 'Follow me.' she smiled, and led him in the direction of her flat, despite the fact that he knew the way already.
-
Molly unlocked the door and Sherlock followed her in, up the stairs and into her quite girly, quite pink apartment. Sherlock had seen it before, made his deductions, her cat Toby was curled up on the couch, the rug on the floor was crooked, she'd been in a rush this evening when he'd contacted her, her television was- but he was suddenly too busy to make any more deductions, because she was pulling him into her room, dragging his coat off, undoing his shirt buttons, and he wasn't stopping her.
'Do you have any-'
'Yes.' Molly breathed 'And I'm on the-'
'Right.' Sherlock said, backing her towards the bed 'Better to be safe than-'
'Shut up.' Molly groaned and tumbled backwards onto the bed, taking him with her. She'd wanted this since she'd first saw him, first met him, first spoken to this wonderful, brilliant, fantastic and gorgeous man, she hadn't believed in love at first sight until she'd seen him and now he was here and there was nothing she wanted more.
Their clothes were thrown onto the floor or simply pushed away elsewhere on the bed, Molly managed to keep her bra but that was it, and it didn't stop Sherlock from pulling the fabric back and kissing her bare skin, biting gently and making her breath catch.
Molly pushed him back gently, managing to sit up she twisted so that she could get to the drawer beside her bed, she pulled it open as Sherlock's lips wandered lower, down her side, tickling, warm breath on her skin, she pulled a square of blue from the drawer, turned back to Sherlock and gasped as he raised her legs and rocked her back.
'Sherlock!' she gasped, falling back onto the sheets and pillows and arching her back against both, eyes closed tight and mouth open, a mixture of surprise and pleasure, she'd never imagined Sherlock would even know about this, he'd certainly never shown any interest before.
Sherlock came up for air a few moments later, and he was grinning at her, it took the last of her breath away, she held out the blue square to him, her eyes wide, if he'd been so good with his tongue she wasn't sure she'd survive the rest. She closed her eyes, she'd never seen Sherlock naked before and she didn't want any spoilers, after sex she'd stare at him as much as she liked but before then, no, she liked surprises.
'Are you ready?' Sherlock whispered, and his lips were beside her left ear, he'd positioned himself above her, one hand either side of her shoulders, his muscles tensed, he wasn't even shaking through the strain, she'd had no idea he was so strong, and the idea sent a thrill through her.
'Yes.' Molly said softly, she put her hands on his strong arms, shifting her legs slightly, she gasped a moment later, again, and was surprised at how perfectly they fit together, like a puzzle. Sherlock was the other piece that she had been missing all of her life, she'd known when she'd seen him, and now they were perfectly slotted together and she'd never been happier.
Sherlock's breath was hot on Molly's neck, he moved above her, making soft sounds against her ear and she moaned beneath him, he'd always known she'd be loud during sex but he enjoyed the sound, it was reassuring, and beautiful, and he loved it.
'God.' Molly breathed, holding onto Sherlock's arms tight, almost painfully.
'Close enough.' Sherlock chuckled against her ear.
'You're so-' Molly moaned again, and whatever she'd been about to say was lost to pleasure, she was too caught up in it all, it felt too good. She stared up into Sherlock's eyes, like shining moons, beautiful and a little otherworldly, and they were all for her.
Sherlock stared back, into Molly's gorgeous brown eyes, she was staring up at him as though he were the last wonderful thing on Earth, as if, if she looked away, she would be completely lost. He leaned in and kissed her full on the lips, speeding his rhythm, she gasped into his mouth, her breathing was heavy, he leaned down and pressed his ear to her chest between her breasts, and listened to her heart hammering away, he knew his would sound just the same, he sighed against her skin and kissed her neck, moving back to her lips, he continued to kiss her until she couldn't cope anymore, until she needed more air, and he knew she was close.
'Sherlock.' Molly moaned his name, her eyes only just open, enough to see him by but nothing else, no peripheral, her sight had narrowed down to him, everything else was... 'Sherlock!'
Sherlock groaned loud against her neck as their orgasms hit them together, his breathing ragged against her hot skin, he drew it out, heard her almost scream his name into the dark room, and then there was silence punctuated only by their heavy breathing, their gasping breaths, finally, finally.
'Ssh...' Molly cooed 'Ssh ssh.'
Sherlock couldn't understand why Molly was cooing him, until he felt hot tears on his cheeks, he nuzzled Molly's neck, wiping them away on her skin, his shoulders shaking, orgasm was a loss of control, and he'd been so sad as of late. He'd been so good at pretending when he saw Molly, so good at saying he was fine, but it was a lie, he was hurting, without John he didn't feel whole.
'Ssh ssh...' Molly continued to coo, rubbing Sherlock's back, she didn't ask what was wrong, didn't ask why he was crying, she knew, and even if she hadn't she knew that if Sherlock wanted her to know, he would tell her.
'I didn't mean...' Sherlock finally whispered against her ear, calm now, Molly was warm beneath him, so inviting, and he was so tired.
'Ssh.' Molly simply continued 'You're safe.'
Sherlock nuzzled her neck 'Thank you, Molly.'
'You don't need to thank me, Sherlock.' Molly said softly 'I'm always here for you, I always have been, whether you've realised it or not.' she ran her hand through his hair, smooth but dirty, it needed a wash, he'd spent too long recently on the street 'Come on, let's take a shower.' she said, smiling softly and he pushed himself up to see her better 'You can use my shampoo.'
-
'What did I do to deserve you?' Sherlock asked softly.
Molly paused, her hands in a towel, drying Sherlock's hair, she knew he was perfectly capable but he'd looked sleepy, and she'd offered 'You were a total bastard to me.' she laughed 'And I like a challenge, apparently.'
'I mean it.' Sherlock said, running a finger up the inside of Molly's thigh, beneath the towel.
Okay, maybe he wasn't as sleepy as she'd thought 'Uhm.' she closed her eyes and continued drying his hair as his finger ran back down, stopping beside her knee, tickling 'You're an amazing man, Sherlock.' she said softly 'You've helped so many people. You deserve someone to look after you.'
'But I thought that's why I have John.' Sherlock said.
'Maybe you're amazing enough that you need two of us.' Molly said 'We both love you, but he loves you as a friend, as a brother, and I love you as a... a lover.'
Sherlock stared up at her, looking sleepy 'Why do you love me, Molly?'
'...I don't know.' Molly frowned 'I can't- there's so many reasons, Sherlock.'
Sherlock nodded slowly 'I can't stay away forever.'
Molly pulled the towel back and fetched her brush 'From me?'
'From everyone.' Sherlock said 'I want to come back, I need to come back. I hadn't realised... But I've come to rely on you all, so much so that I don't know how I ever managed without you. That makes no sense, and I don't understand. You've all wormed your way into my life and made a home and now I can't imagine my life without you.'
Molly walked back to Sherlock, she kissed the top of his head before she started brushing out his hair 'That's what friends do.'
'I wouldn't know.' Sherlock said just above a whisper.
'We work our way into your life, until you can't remember how to cope without us, you rely on us and we look after you.' she brushed out the knots in his raven curls, however many months without brushing it she didn't know, but it had needed that conditioner 'I like your hair longer, Sherlock.'
Sherlock frowned 'I prefer it shorter, but it helps to keep me looking... different.' he sighed 'I miss work.'
'I can magine.' Molly said softly.
'You have no idea.' Sherlock said, squeezing his eyes shut 'My mind is racing and it has no fuel, nothing to race upon, I spend all day deducing people, and they're all so boring, so ordinary.'
'Why not solve the cases in the paper that you can work out, and send in anonymous letters to Scotland Yard?' Molly asked.
'It would cause too much of a commotion, people would start asking uncomfortable questions.'
'So only solve the very difficult ones, then it would only be once a month.'
'It's not enough.'
Molly caught a particularly bad knot.
'Ow.'
'Sorry.' Molly said quietly 'I don't know what you can do.'
'No, of course you don't.' Sherlock sighed 'Maybe France.'
'No.'
Sherlock looked up at her 'What?'
'I said no.' Molly said sternly and tugged the brush straight through that stubborn knot
'You're not to leave London, you need to stay close.'
'Right.' Sherlock said softly, a little surprised 'Right...'
Molly continued to brush out Sherlock's hair, almost done 'How long will you stay? Here?'
'Not long.' Sherlock said, running a finger over Molly's knee 'Just long enough to...'
'Recupperate?'
Sherlock nodded.
'I love you, you know. So much.'
'I know.' Sherlock said softly and stared up at her 'I love you too, Molly Hooper.' he sighed heavily and rested his head against her hip 'I don't know, now, what I would do without you.'
'I don't know the answer to that.' Molly smiled and ran her hands through Sherlock's hair, shampooed, conditioned, brushed out and knot free, and hanging in his eyes 'But I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.'
Sherlock nodded, he tugged the towel gently and it fell away from her, he stared up at her, Molly Hooper, his saviour 'I'm not tired.'
'We don't need to sleep.' Molly said 'Not yet.'
'That's the best thing I've heard all week.' Sherlock smiled and wrapped his arms around her 'My Molly.'
-
She woke early the next morning, slamming her hand down onto her alarm clock and rolling over in bed, she meant to move closer to Sherlock, to snuggle up against him like she had late last night, in the circle of his arms, she reached for him now and he was gone. Molly sat up and looked around her room but it was empty, she climbed out of bed, rushed into her livingroom, her kitchen, her bathroom, but he'd gone. She turned with a heavy sigh and a sinking heart and walked back into her room, she slumped down on her bed and glanced at her alarm clock, and then she noticed it, a note.
It had been left beside her alarm clock, she'd missed it at first, when her alarm had gone off, eyes bleary, but she saw it now, and her hopes lifted immensly. She picked it up, opened it and read it,
Dearest Molly, I will see you again soon.
Sherlock.
X
P.s, Burn this.
Molly found a box of matches and set light to the note, dropping it into the sink and watching the ashes drop onto the metal, she would see him again soon, no doubt next week, as was their habit now. She would buy him dinner, they would sit somewhere quiet and dark... she hoped he would come back home with her again.
She wrapped her arms around herself, smiling. She loved Sherlock Holmes.
And Sherlock Holmes loved Molly.