Right, you know my earlier story about this? Well this is basically just a write-up. I think it's a lot better soooooo. Yeah.
I'm also very aware that it has been ages since I've last updated, so please do enjoy!
I dont own sherlock, yada yada.
She shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, she did under anyone's really, but his. It affected her, like he could see every little thing.
In truth, he could.
It was Christmas. Everybody's happy at Christmas. Especially Molly Hooper.
Not only was she stood in Sherlock Holmes lounge, but she was stood within a 2 metre radius, close enough to see every little breath that came out of his perfectly formed lips, and his hair! A fine muster of curls-
Molly.
Stop it.
She nervously placed her bags down, his present balanced on the very top, squishing all the others, it had to be perfect, to pass his standards.
A few corny jokes, and classic Molly Hooper's later, it started.
Or more bluntly, he started.
A little part of her had knew it was coming, ever since she saw his cast off glance at her, let alone the bag.
She squirmed, and looked down to the floor as many times as she could, she was almost ashamed of even being there.
"-Trying to compensate for the size of her mouth, and breasts."
He'd hit a new low. And it sliced her, like jibes from the school playground. Her self esteem had most probably hit hell, as her mouth widened slightly, physically hurt, and a little taken aback from how far he had dared go.
Because in his head, he was simply stating the facts, it wasn't meant to insult, it was simply stating a 'well known fact'.
A pause that felt like forever, almost in slow motion, when you can see it happening and you can't do anything about it, his hand went to the tag.
And she could see it on his face, surprise.
But she had to claim the little bit of dignity she had left, she deserved more, so much more, but she had to make a stand. At least let him see what he had done.
"You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always- Always."
She could see, yet again, the partial confusion, until it hit him, if it were possible, he even looked ever so slightly guilty, ashamed even.
she watched him closely. This was the first time she had seen anything like it, a different emotion.
He looked like he didn't know what to do with himself, a little confused.
"I am sorry. Forgive me."
Her eyes widened, and she was sure, out of the corner of her eye, John's were too. Why should he apologize to her?
little Molly Hooper, timid, easily trampled, why?
Her hand was shaking as he went closer, she never looked away from his eyes, which was rare for her.
What is he doing?
The physically contact, between his lips and her cheek, made her turn a brilliant scarlet, her cheek burning, like it had been subject to a slap.
Her lips were parted, and if she was honest with herself, she was never going to wash that part of her cheek, ever again.
Okay, I wanted to finish on a funnier point. So, yeah.
Thanks for reading ^^
