HEY OH GALILEO. Hey it's me again. Welcome to the world of Sherlolly. This is going to be the start of a beautiful journey and if you want that journey to include you, you can comment below on a scenario you would like to see and if I write it you'll get a shout out. Anyway little Sherlolly story. Enjoy
Sherlock looked down at his microscope and examined the eye fluid sample Molly had gotten him from Bart's. The victim's eye had been ripped out if his skull during his torture then he was shot in his now empty eye socket. Sherlock heard footsteps coming towards him and he looked up and saw Molly in one of his white shirts and some underwear. Very pleasant sight. She yawned and waved hello to John who was over in his favorite chair reading the newspaper.
"Morning, Molly" Sherlock said. Molly walked over of him and leaned up against him.
"Morning Sherlock" she said. Molly leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
Sherlock didn't understand and looked up from the microscope.
"Why did you do that" he said.
"Because" she said. She walked her way into the kitchen and searched for something in the cabinets.
"Because, is not a reason Molly" he said. Molly reached up and opened the top cabinet and sighed at Sherlock.
"Sherlock leave her alone" John commented.
"No" Sherlock said.
"Fine. I felt like showing a small amount of affection towards you so I kissed you" she said as she searched for a bowl.
"Thank you" he said. Molly smiled at him and scrunched up her nose in that cute way that he loved. Sherlock smiled and looked over towards John who was rolling his eyes. Sherlock heard the crash of a plastic bowl on the floor and he looked back. He saw Molly bending over to pick it up and he was right in his line of view. Sherlock tried not to stare but it was growing increasingly harder. When she had finally picked up the bowl after what seemed like forever, Molly turned to look at him.
"I seriously don't know why you insist on putting the dishes on in the top cabinet" said Molly.
"Uhhh... To me it's not difficult to reach" he said as he tried to gather his thoughts and Molly put her hands on her hips.
"Your not tall Sherlock, you just have short friends" she said as she pouted her lips. God was she doing all this on purpose. Molly let her hands drop and she hurried over to the refrigerator. Sherlock turned back around to look at John. John was giving him a ' did you enjoy that' face. Sherlock didn't appreciate it and he turned around. He saw Molly looking at the cereal boxes on top of it and she was biting here lip in the process. It was killing him, he had to look away. He turned away from her and looked back at his microscope. What was he looking at again, oh yeah eye fluid. Um it was... milky looking and showed signs of...uh something. All Sherlock could think about was Molly. He tried not to , but he lifted his head from his microscope. She was pouring herself breakfast. That's not cute or sexy at all. Molly eventually took the bowl and went over to the table where she started eating her breakfast. She noticed Sherlock's eyes follow her the entire time.
"Is there something wrong" Molly asked. Sherlock snapped out of it.
"No why would you say that" he asked.
"You where staring at me Sherlock" she said, crap she had noticed.
"That's because... I was deducing... what type of... cereal you where eating" he struggled it pull together. Molly looking at him with a confused expression which John joined in on.
"Sherlock you could have just looked at the box and since when have been interested in what cereal I eat" she said.
" well in all of those sappy movies you make me watch the girl says she wants a boyfriend that notices the little things. I'm trying to play my part as a good boyfriend" he said. He gave himself a mental high five for that for that genius thing he just said.
"Sherlock you can tell if a woman is pregnant by looking at her shoes, you can tell if a man is balding by looking at his laundry room, you can tell if a teller robbed a bank by his cuff links. Why would I care if you knew what cereal I ate this morning when it takes up valuable space in your brain" she said. That was the best thing anyone has ever said to him. No one has ever tried to make him stop being a normal person, Molly was even cuter now. Curse her. Molly continued eating and Sherlock went back to his microscope. A couple of minutes later Sherlock felt Molly climb onto his lap and wrap her arms around him. He didn't look up, he was to occupied trying not to think about her.
"So whatcha looking at" she asked. Sherlock couldn't resist himself. He look up from his microscope and towards Molly. He was met by Molly's chest which was right in his face, this would not end well.
"Ummmm. It's that eye fluid you brought over yesterday" he said. Her face brighten up.
"Oooh can I take a look" she asked. With her chest in his face she could hardly say no.
"Please do" he said. Molly bent down and looked into the microscope. Sherlock looked over at John and mouthed the words OH MY GOD to him as John giggled at him. Seconds later Molly came up.
"Sherlock, this man looks like he had Eye cancer (yes I looked it up on a reputable medical site, eye cancer is a thing. Google it) that is rare. I bet if we checked all the local hospitals for Eye cancer patents we could find out who this guy is. This is exciting I'm so glad I drug myself out of bed for this" Molly said. Since Molly's chest was again back in his face all Sherlock heard was Sherlock, we, and bed.
"That sounds fantastic" he said not knowing what she had been talking about. Molly smiled and kissed him softly. She didn't pull away for what seemed like forever. When she did pull away she smiled at Sherlock and got up from her spot.
"I'll leave you to your work" she said. Sherlock was left there just to sit. He looked over at John and gave him a 'what just happened face'. John shrugged his shoulders and Sherlock went back to his work. She picked up her old bowl and took it over to the sink and dumped it. Then she started to do the dishes like she always did. A while later Sherlock heard a yelp escape from Molly, it was hard to ignore so he pulled his head up from his microscope and looked over at her. His shirt that she had been wearing was soaked. Sherlock had been wrong early she was not wearing underwear.
"Ugh I got TONS of water on my self. Sherlock would you hand me a towel" she said. Sherlock got up from his seat and tried not to look at her to much. He grabbed on of the towels on the nearby stove and handed one to her. He quickly went back to his microscope and sat down. He watched Molly out the corner of his eye. She was trying to wipe herself off and not succeeding at all. She wiped her arms and her legs and eventually her chest. This drove Sherlock over the edge, he'd had enough.
"WILL YOU STOP BEING SEXY AND LET MY CONCENTRATE ON MY WORK" he yelled. Molly stood there just looking at him, shocked by what he had just said.
"That's my cue to leave" said John as he rushed out of the room and ran down the hallway.
"What do you mean stop being sexy. I haven't tried to be sexy" she said.
"Seriously, you must be joking. This morning you walk in here with my shirt, no bra, and a pair of panties. By far the best outfit you could wear. Then you kissed me which was nice, and you did that thing with your nose that I love. Then you bent over giving me a 'view' which I find hard to believe you didn't plan. Also you had to bite your lip in the sexiest way ever. Then you told me I didn't have to act like a normal person, which is something that will always turned me in about you. Oh and then you just happened to SIT ON MY LAP the absolute worst thing you could do when I'm trying not to think about you. Also when you sit on my lap your chest is RIGHT in my face and I can't do anything about it, it's just there. Next is the kiss, which was pretty raunchy since John was twenty feet away, but wait that's not even the best part. For the grand finale you spill water on your self like your at some wet t-shirt contest and let me tell you something you fricken won" he explained. Molly just stood there not knowing what to do.
"I hope you both know this is soooooooo going in the blog" yelled John from the hallway.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM JOHN" yelled Sherlock. Molly started laughing and Sherlock turned to her.
"You think this is funny. You've put me through torture this morning" he said to her. Molly kept laughing.
"What do you want me to do Sherlock, you got turned on, it happens" she said. Sherlock got a devilish look in his eye and walked up to Molly. He picked her up a slug her over his sholder.
"Sherlock put me down" Molly said through laughter.
"No you asked me what I wanted you to do about I and I'm taking you up on that offer" he said as he walked towards the hallway. When he reached his door he yelled over to John.
"John, I would go find some where else to be for the next 48 hours" he yelled at him.
"48 hours, was I really that bad" asked Molly. Sherlock sighed.
"You don't know the half of it"
THE BLOG OF JOHN HAMISH WATSON
Subject: Sherlock got turned on
Hello readers, I've got to tell you about the best thing that happened this morning. Molly as you know is a semi- permanent resident at 221 B. she has an apartment, but she spends most of her nights over here anyway. Anyhow this morning she walked in with a flimsy shirt and little else. She kissed Sherlock, bent over in front of him, and even got her shirt wet. Poor guy didn't know what to do with himself. If that would have been my girlfriend I would have cracked a lot sooner. Now I'm exiled from the flat for 48 hours. I hope I'm allowed in somewhere I heard its going to rain. I need somewhere to stay, these are the time I wish I had a girlfriend preferably with a flat.
Comments-
Wow I didn't think you'd actually put this in your blog- M. Hooper
You make me seem slutty, I'm not slutty am I. I hope not. Is being slutty a good or bad thing I forgot. Oh what if my parents read this, or my coworkers D: not cool John- M. Hooper
What are you doing commenting on John's blog. We aren't done- S. Holmes
You to are disgusting- A. Anderson
Your reading about Sherlock getting turned on. I think your the disgusting one- M. Hooper
Take that you douche- S. Holmes
Your insults are slipping Sherly- A. Anderson
My minds currently occupied by something else at the
Apply cold running water to that burn Anderson- J. Watson
Did you like it I hope so. One of the best things I've ever written I think or at least one of my better ideas. By the way I love how I did John in this, I haven't written him in anything yet so I decided to have a John cameo and I'm not disappointed with myself . I hope you enjoyed, please leave a nice comment, and as always THANKS FOR READING
