Hello! This is my first real fic and I would love some comments! It should only be a few chapters long. Let me know if you like it so far!
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Molly Hooper liked to pretend Sherlock Holmes was an utter annoyance and a pain in her arse- which he was, and not a startlingly intelligent man with strikingly good looks. Holmes would sit in the morgue for hours studying bodies of murder victims, only talking to Hooper when strictly necessary, but lately, it had been different. Holmes was intently gazing through a magnifying glass, focusing on the victim's right big toe. Molly gazed at him as he worked, the way his slicked hair had slowly begun to fall into unruly curls that kissed the nape of his neck, the way his eyes flicked back and forth, searching for invisible answers. She lost herself in him and didn't notice when he glanced up, only to realize his colleague was staring directly at him. He cleared his throat to speak.
"Hooper?" Molly startled and looked down at the floor shamefully. She itched at her mustache and took a deep breath to center herself.
"Hmmmm?"
"Is there something you would like to tell me?" Sherlock took a stepped away from the table and closer to her. There was something hot in his gaze and Molly struggled not to squirm under it. Sherlock put one hand on the lab table she was leaning against, effectively cornering her. She pulled herself tall and looked him right in the eye.
"I- no. No Mr. Holmes." He smirked down at the little pathologist.
"Well, in that case, Hooper, I have something I would very much like to ask you." Molly gulped but didn't shy away. Her heart was racing in her chest- he was so close now that she could smell him; a strongly masculine scent of tobacco, sandalwood, leather, and vanilla.
"Would you like to have dinner with me?" Molly's mind raced a mile a minute. She was dressed like a man! Was he a homosexual? Should she tell him? Would he turn her in? But most of all she could think was that she wanted more than anything in that moment to pull him down to her and kiss him. Molly knew she could not really go to dinner with the man. People would talk- Famous Detective Sherlock Holmes Spotted Out With To Dinner With A Man? The Reichenbach Hero- Homosexual?
"Listen, Hol-"
"Please. Call me Sherlock."
"Sherlock. I- I can't go to dinner with you. I'm not who you think I am." Sherlock took another step into her and lifted his hand to her cheek. His beautiful eyes held a passionate intensity- as if he gazed into her soul.
"I know exactly who you are Molly Hooper." Before Molly could gasp in surprise at the use of her real name, Sherlock pressed his mouth to hers and she was lost in him. His lips moved against her's and she reached up to curl her fingers in his hair. He wrapped his large hands around the back of her thighs and he lifted her up, sitting her down on the counter. She pulled away momentarily to gasp at the cold metal under her, giving him just enough time to peel her mustache away from her lip. Sherlock pushed her thighs apart and placed himself between her legs, grinding himself against her center. She moaned, feeling his now obvious erection giving her the slightest bit of friction, but not enough. Molly slid her hands around his waist, releasing his shirt from his trousers to feel the heat of his skin beneath her fingertips. She scraped her nails down his back and relished the deep growl it drew from him, but as she undid the first button of his shirt he pulled away.
"Molly. Please." He panted. He re-fastened his coat and smoothed back his hair. Sherlock traced Molly's reddened lips, appreciating his handiwork. "Meet me at the Italian restaurant on Regent Street. Eight o'clock." He winked and left the room with a flourish of his coat and without looking back, leaving Molly completely bewildered.
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you like it and want more! The next chapter should be up within the next few days.