Crashing Through the Window
This story is rated T
This is my…Attempt? at having a go at trying to convey my thoughts when Sherlock kissed molly…Enjoy XD
I watched him as he fell passed the window. My anxiety was at its highest peak, my heart beating, Blood pumping… but what could I do but watch him fall and hope, just hope that he would be ok.
I waited what felt like hours but in reality was only a couple of seconds until suddenly an immense crash of glass pierced my ears, automatically making me flinch and cower back.
He looked like something out of a James Bond film, the way he smoothly rose, straitened his jacket and tussled his hair. When out of the blue…He kissed me.
Sherlock Holmes. Kissed me. Molly Hooper.
It was beyond anything I had ever dreamed of. The way his soft lips crashed against mine in a heated moment, the way his hands tangled in my hair as his lips continued to caress mine.
I'm Molly Hooper. And I was just kissed by Sherlock Holmes. Consulting Detective and officially the best kisser… EVER.
Thanks for reading, im sorry if it was extremely cheesy and badly written but I actually screamed when this happened, I cannot describe my feels when it turned out to be another one of Andersons "explanations"
Please review to tell e what you thought, I know its bad so I don't mind the criticism, just wanted to have my first go of what I thought was running through Molly's head at the time