This chapter is where the fluff starts, so be prepared. Thank you so much for reading!
Having just got in, Molly showed Irene the guest bedroom, and then proceeded to order some food. She then went to get that cheap bottle of wine she had been craving. She opened it and poured two glasses.
"Trying to get me drunk, are you?" Irene said from the kitchen door.
"What, no! Of course not. Why would I -" Molly rushed.
"It's a joke, sweetie."
"Yes, of course, okay." Molly tried to stop shaking as she took both the glasses in her hands and went through to the living room. She sat, and Irene joined her, rather more closely than she normally should. Irene took her glass of wine from Molly's hand and sipped from it elegantly as she turned the TV on. Molly took a long gulp to try and calm her nerves. She was so flustered my Irene's mere presence! She had always thought that Irene was rather pretty, but she hadn't really spent enough time with her to realise how much she actually like her. Calm down, Molly told herself, she's a dominatrix, she probably acts like this around everyone. This is what she does for a living.
Molly glanced over at Irene. She was wearing a mid-length black dress, and had her hair up. She was the image of mystery. And then there was Molly, in her beige cardigan, grey top and jeans. They were watching the news, to see if there was any sign of the famous Mr Holmes. He hadn't been to the morgue for a while. Distinct decline in murders was probably the reason.
"Hang on, if Sherlock knows you're alive, then why don't you just go and see him?" asked Molly.
"Think about it. Most wanted woman in Britain turning up at Baker Street, the home of the Consulting Detective who saved her life. My enemies think I'm dead."
"But how can you be wanted if Mycroft is on your side?"
"Not wanted by the government honey. Something far bigger than that." Irene looked at Molly. She raised her hand towards the back of Molly's head. For a moment, Molly thought she was going to pull her in for a kiss. Instead, Irene tugged at Molly's ponytail and took it down. Her long hair fell down around her face. "You should wear your hair down like that more often. You look beautiful," said Irene in her husky voice.
Molly nearly dropped her glass of wine. Why on earth was Irene flirting with her?! She did like her, but even so Irene was way out of Molly's league.
"Wow. Umm, thank you," Molly said, flabbergasted.
She could barely meet Irene's eyes. When she eventually did, Irene said two words, and Molly knew the game was up. "Pupils dilating."
Irene took a hold of Molly's wrist. "Your heart rate darling. Learn to control it." Molly blushed and looked away.
"Were you ever like this around Sherlock?" Irene enquired. She leaned in towards Molly's ear and whispered, "Or am I special."
Irene leaned back again, and, in the heat of the moment, Molly leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips. Irene responded by opening her mouth slightly, and deepening the kiss. Molly could swear her heart was about to rip out of her chest because of the speed and ferocity at which it was beating. Molly moved her body closer to Irene's, and started running her fingers through her dark locks. She took Irene's hair down and let it fall across both their faces. "Beautiful," Molly whispered into Irene's mouth.
Just then, the doorbell rang. They pulled apart, rapidly catching their breath.
"That'll be the food," Molly said, disappointed that they had been interrupted.
"I say we skip straight to dessert," Irene suggested.
Sorry about the cheesy last line. I couldn't help it! As ever, it would be great if you could rate and review!