A/N: I am all loved up and tangled in emotions right now. Listening to Aleksander With's "Once" has only intensified everything. Hence. x
Once
Sherlock never believed in second chances. When he got on that plane, he knew that all the chances he had ever had were spent. There was no turning back now. So when he got the call from Mycroft that he was to come back, he was in utter disbelief. There were second chances after all.
From the moment the plane turned back and landed on the tarmac, Sherlock made every arrangement to get himself to Molly Hooper. Racing up the stairs to her flat, he reached her door and slammed his fists into it repeatedly. When the door opened, he let himself in, grabbing her by the wrists as he shut the door behind them. Amid her questions, protests and confusion at his behaviour, he yanked her towards himself and kissed her with all his might. At first, her lips struggled to speak against his mouth, wanting to ask her questions, wanting a word in. Soon, however, she softened, her lips parting with a sigh as she welcomed his kiss, tasting for the first time the proximity with him she had always craved. Sherlock drew from Molly every breath he would need for this second chance at life. He held her so tightly he nearly crushed her. He kissed her so hard and fast he quite forgot to breathe.
When they finally parted, frantic and breathless, Molly touched his face gently, asking him why he had come to her in such a fashion.
He merely leaned forward, touching his forehead to hers, embracing every moment that their skin could touch and answered her softly.
"I almost lost you. Once is enough. I will not lose you again."