A/N: I have a two-hour long transcription to do, but have I started? Of course not. I will regret this later, but for now, I'm going to revel in the joy that is having written more Sherlolly. Because Sherlolly is love. xx
Space
It was close to midnight and Molly was finally in bed. They had had dinner together at her flat earlier in the evening, before he had to run off to meet with his brother. Post-mortem, he had joked. Trust Sherlock Holmes to joke about something like that right after faking his death, further smearing his own name in the press. Their plan had been executed perfectly, to everyone's relief, but mostly hers and Mycroft's. Sherlock did not seem like he could care less. Nonchalance was his favourite mask when tensions ran high.
The real adventure began now. Where would he go? Where would he stay? Who would he be? When would he come back, if at all? These questions accompanied Molly to bed, which led to rather fitful sleep. Though fitful, she eventually managed to sink into a decent cycle of sleep. Her breathing deepened as her heart quietened.
The last thing she expected, however, was to be woken by the sudden sinking of the mattress in the spot beside her. She could smell her own shampoo, for he had unabashedly begun using her toiletries, and recognised immediately the hands that slipped themselves around her waist. She rolled her eyes when she thought of the fact that she had explicitly told him she had prepared him a spare room.
"Wrong room, wrong bed, Sherlock," she muttered, a little frustrated at having been woken.
Molly heard him laugh quietly, that particular laugh which was, to her, an odd mix of sickening and endearing. Perhaps this was what it was like to love an insufferable man like Sherlock Holmes.
"Go back to your room," she repeated, refusing to turn around to face him.
She felt him kiss her on the back of her neck, and she could not help but smile.
"I like it here," he mumbled against her skin.
"Oh, do you?" she replied with a smirk.
Sherlock tightened his grip around her and smiled against the skin of her neck.
"Besides," he continued, "We agreed I need the space…"
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