A/N: One word prompt request – "Thunderstorm" for Sherlolly, from likingthistoomuch
The Sound of Thunder
Another burst of thunder rattled the windows. Molly whimpered and burrowed deeper under the covers; seeking comfort rather than warmth. The sound of rain nearly masked the creak of her door. She stilled, then sighed as a familiar form crossed her room and slid into bed beside her. Strong arms curled around her, soothing her, holding her close.
Sherlock rubbed his cheek against her hair. "I wanted to come back sooner, before the worst of the storm, but I couldn't get a cab."
"It's all right."
"No." He shook his head, pressed his lips to her temple. "I shouldn't have left. It was a pointless argument. I don't really care where we live—here or Baker Street or somewhere completely new—as long as we're together. I was just . . ."
"Scared," Molly finished for him. She reached for his hand and laced their fingers together. "I am, too. It's a big change. Maybe we're not ready?"
His fingers tightened around hers. "I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We're ready."
She raised her chin and he kissed her softly, reverently.
Molly smiled. "I love you, too. We've got time, we'll figure it out."
