Butterfly Kissis

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Hi everyone! So this is my first Sherlolly story. I really wanted this to be a oneshot but it kinda got long so I'll post this as a two parter. Hope you guys enjoy!

Sherlock was suppose to be gone by now. At least that was the plan, but instead she finds him sleeping on her bed after a long, long day at Bart's. "I thought you were suppose to be on a plane right now." Molly whispered.

"There's been a delay." Sherlock said tiredly. Molly nodded and left him alone.

"There's a guest bedroom you can use." Molly said after her shower.

"I know." Molly fidgeted with her pajamas. "It's not nearly as comfortable as your bed though. " He finished.

"I see." She said. "Will you still be here tomorrow?"

"I'm not sure."

"Alright then. Good night then." Molly turned the lights off.

"There's no reason we both can't share the bed Molly." Sherlock's musky voice sent shivers down Molly's back.

"No. It's all right. I'll take the spare bedroom. It's warmer in there." She lied.

"Get into bed Molly." Sherlock demanded and lifted the covers for her. And just like that she closed the door and lay in bed with him.

She couldn't sleep. It was almost 3 in the morning and even though she's been working till midnight, she couldn't fall asleep. One problem was that she was afraid for her life. She was afraid for her friends' lives. She was afraid for Sherlock. And the other problem was that Sherlock was sleeping in her bed, merely inches away from her with his arm draped around her waist. She wasn't sure if she'd ever get a chance to see his beautiful face again. She traced her fingers on every contour of his face and memorized the feeling of his hand rested behind her. "I love you, Sherlock." She whispered to no one in particular. "I'll always love you." She slowly leaned into him and gave him the lightest touch of lips against his. And she couldn't help but leaving butterfly kisses on his eyelids and cheeks hand fingertips.

It was nearly four in the morning before Molly fell asleep.

They were in a meadow. Surrounded by nothing but the blue sky and the green of nature.

Molly wasn't very fond of flowers or gardens, but she found this place rather calming. There was nothing to distract her from except for a figure lying on the grass next to her. She knew who the figure what. She'd dreamt about him numerous times. But this time was different.

This time, he was sad.

Molly could feel the tears from his eyes as she consoled the detective—telling him there was nothing to be afraid of. That there's nothing she wouldn't do for him. "Wait for me." he begged over and over and over.

And all she'll say is "I'll wait for you," over and over and over.

Three years later

Things between Molly and Sherlock didn't go back to the way they were. And actually Sherlock wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not. After all, Molly's failed engagement meant she spent more time at Bart's, where he spent most of his time anyways, and on the other hand; she spent all of her time with Sherlock walking on eggshells. And for a while Sherlock didn't mind—it was classic Molly—to be awkward around him. But it's been about three months since their last meaningful conversation—how could they forget? She slapped him three times that day. And it wasn't until today that he finally asked her about it.

She was always at Bart's before he was. And just to butter her up, he brought her a cup of coffee from a little café he knows she loves.

"Morning Dr. Hooper." Sherlock said as he handed her a cup of coffee. She didn't even seem to notice the two cups of coffee as she gave him a week smile before passing him.

"Can't stay long today Sherlock, what do you want?" she said with her back to him. Her tone wasn't pleasing but she was in a hurry.

"You think I want something from you?" Sherlock asked incredibly.

"Of course you want something from me." Molly turned around and gave him a little chuckle. "You brought a cup of coffee for me and from my favorite café, none the less. But you already knew that didn't you?" Sherlock looked at his hand and involuntary blushed. Since when did Sherlock become so transparent? "So of course you're here to ask something from me. So what is it? I told you I can't stay long."

"I just want to know if we are okay."

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Molly said with a straight face.

"Molly, I can't help but notice that you're different around me—now."

"Well of course, we're different now, but that doesn't mean we're not on good terms."

"What happened then? I don't understand how we are different now. If anything, you're different now."

"You wouldn't understand Sherlock, you've never been in love and I don't expect you to either. It's ok. We're fine." She said reassuring him with a pat on his arm.

"You were in love with me?"

"You had to have known that." Sherlock slowly nodded.

"I am sorry-"

"Don't be." She said a little too cheerful. "I never really had a chance did I?" Sherlock just stood there looking at her sad eyes and her forced smile. When he didn't answer she stood on her toes and gave him a small kiss on his cheeks before taking the coffee he brought for her and headed for the door. "I'll see you in a week. And stay out of my flat!" she instructed as she walked out of the lab.

By the time Sherlock had it in him to comprehend what had just happened Molly was gone.

"Had a fight with Molly did you?" John said as soon as Sherlock walked in the door.

"No. Quite the opposite." Sherlock said slowly.

"What do you mean? You guys made up? Geez it's about time! That Molly Hooper is a saint for tolerating you. You know I was wondering when you two would go public with your relationship." John smirked.

"You thought Molly and I were in a relationship?" Sherlock questioned.

"Well of course. You went to Bart's every day. I figured you and Molly was hooking up. Are you not?"

"I don't go everyday!"

"Sure, that's the problem right now." John said sarcastically. "Well what's wrong then? Did you say something to her Sherlock?"

"She is going to be gone for a week. Visiting her family, apparently."

"Her family? She doesn't have a family. She only had her dad and he passed away before coming to Bart's, remember?" Sherlock looked at him confusingly. "So then why would Molly tell you she's off to see visit her family?"

"She has relatives. Maybe she's visiting them."

"Or," John paused to make sure he was really listening to him. "She's visiting that Colin guy—Dr. Morgan. They had been going out for a while now."

"If she was visiting Colin, why would she lie to me?"

"Oh please. Sherlock, you've sabotage her dates for the last 3 month. I'm sure she just wants a nice getaway with this guy without you having to interrupt her." John peered over and saw a very confused Sherlock. "You know I'm right!" John said as Sherlock retreated to his room sulking.

Sherlock picked the lock from the window of Molly's flat and crawled into her quite bedroom. Toby was gone now. He passed away a few months ago. Sherlock opened the doors of her closet and saw that her favorite dress was gone along with her favorite heels.

So they went to somewhere nice.

Upon more sneaking, he found that her swimsuit was gone along with the box of condoms he knows she keeps in her night table. He slammed the drawer and exited the way he came back.

Exactly a week later Sherlock walked into Bart's and finding Colin standing a little too close to Molly.

"Good, you're back." Sherlock said as he sat in his usual spot. "How was seeing your family?."

"Great!" Molly lied.

"So you went and visited your family then?" Sherlock questioned.

"That's what I told you, isn't it?" Molly fired back with a smile very much like Mycroft's.

"You lied. You didn't go visit your family. You spent the week shagging this guy." Sherlock said a bit too vile and Colin choked on his coffee while Molly smirked.

"And I told you to stay out of my flat." she countered.

"I didn't go—"

"You left my closet door open." Molly said. Sherlock kicked himself. How could he have forgotten?

"Fine. I did go into your flat. So it's true then? You spend the week with Dr. Morgan?" Sherlock nodded to Colin.

"Should I leave?" Colin whispered to Molly.

"I spent the week with Mary Watson." Molly said proudly. "We needed some time away from you detectives." Without instructions Colin slowly began to back out of the room.

"Then why was your box of condoms gone?" Sherlock asked.

"Threw them out a while back. Toby got into them and ruined all of the packets."

"Your dresses were also missing."

"Mary and I went dancing and scouting for normal men." Every question Sherlock threw at her she answered without a beat and it surprised him as much as aroused his curiosity for her.

"Then why would John have suggested that you were out with Colin then?"

"You'd have to ask him. But I guess he was just testing out his theory."

"What theory?"

"That you're in love with me." She joked. Molly knows of Mary's and John's hopeless dreams of getting Sherlock and herself together. When Sherlock didn't answer, she continued. "It's true isn't it? You love me?" Molly cocked her head. "You were so quick to find some truth in my relationship with Colin! You're jealous!" Molly laughed.

"I'm not."

"Not in love with me or not jealous?" she questioned still with a mocking smile. He crossed the room angered and embarrassed.

"Neither." He said before pulling her into a heated kiss.

Please stay tuned for the second and final part. Reviews and comments are welcome