Vie for a Valentine

Summary:
Both Irene Adler and Molly Hooper had been pining over a certain Sherlock Holmes since the day they've laid their eyes on him. Realizing their similar goal early, they turned into rivals. However when the school announces that a Valentine Ball will take place in February, their rivalry reaches a whole new level. Since Sherlock refuses to choose between them; they have to work this out between one another.

Disclaimers & Warnings:
I do not own Sherlock BBC, sadly enough. This will contain sexual themes in a same sex relationship;
Most likely having descriptive scenes of lovemaking between a Miss Molly Hooper and Irene Adler.
I've also taken the liberty of changing the setting and the age of the characters involved.

Chapter One: The Game

Molly didn't hear anything from the other girl for two days – in which she had started to ponder if the scene in the classroom really had happened, or if it was some sort of obscene trick of her imagination. However, by the third day she got proof. Molly was one of the many students who lived in the dorms, because the school was set far away from a real city and had only a petite village as neighbour; most of the students came from larger villages or cities. She searched her cardigan for her keys, but found them in the pocket of her jeans. She unlocked the door and closed it carefully behind her and proceeded locking it from the inside. Her shoe brushed against something on the floor, and she peered through the darkness of her room. Beneath her foot lay an envelope which she picked up as she searched for the light switch with her other hand. She found it and flicked in on; the lamp above her blinked a few time until it decided to stay lit. She looked down at the envelope in her hand; it was very neat and carefully folded, with a sort of heavy yellowish paper and had a blood red ribbon tied around it.
The colour reminded her of Irene's lipstick, but she forced the thought away and pulled the ribbon loose before flipping open the envelope to reveal a note. The note was written on a thin paper, which smelled of a light perfume and it was ridiculously short.

The swirly letters formed one single sentence. "I'll be outside your door at 7 PM" It didn't even have a signature, but Molly was becoming more and more certain that this was Irene's doing. She glanced at the clock and felt her heart leap again, it was only five minutes to seven, and her room was not presentable. She scuffled hastily into her room, to observe how bad it was. Her bed was not made, and her sofa was half-hidden beneath various items of clothing and on her little table laid textbooks and pencils scattered all over the tree surface. She inhaled sharply, panic starting to form in her head as she tried to figure out how she could do the most work in the shortest time. Though – Three sharp knocks of the door interrupts her panic, with an even greater feeling of panic and anxiety. At first she didn't move, frozen and paralyzed, until another set of three knocks came swiftly down on the door.

Still anxious and not content at all with the state of her room, she moved towards the door, unlocked it and peeked out. She had been right it was Irene, and she looked as predatory as usual. Molly was holding onto the door, peeking out from a narrow gap between it and the doorframe. Irene rested her manicured hand on her hip, and crooked her eyebrows at Molly.

"I thought we ought to discuss some things" Irene said, and Molly was fast to reply. "yeah, maybe" She said, but didn't budge from where she was standing.

Irene would have gotten irritated if this was someone else, but today, she was fairly amused by it. It was something utterly pleasing observing the other squirm and fidget around her, afraid of stepping out of line. "So, I suppose it would be good if you let me in so we can discuss" She said, and didn't even try to hide her smirk spreading across her red lips. The effect of the words was immediate, and even more amusing to Irene. Molly's cheeks lit up again, in that same pink colour as she nodded and opened the door a bit wider for the other to step in. Molly turned and scuffled into the ridiculously small kitchen, and mumbled out a question if the other wanted some tea.

Irene took her time as she entered the dorm room, the layout just as her own, they all were the same. With the same air of confidence she walked into the room, as she agreed on a cup of tea. She made her way to the sofa, and moved some cardigans up on the back of the sofa, so she wouldn't sit on them before sinking down into it. She put one leg over the other, her pumps clad foot dangling in the air as Molly came out from the kitchen with two cups of tea. She stood in the doorframe, conflicted over where to sit; because the only real furniture for sitting was the sofa, but that meant sitting inches from Irene, but her option was settling down in the bed which she thought would be impolite. Irene watched her decide, and scooted a little when Molly sat down next to her carefully, handing her the slightly larger cup of tea.
Their fingers barely touched, but Molly shied away nevertheless.

Irene took a moment to observe the other, as she clasped her own fingers around her cup. Molly was certainly cute, her hair in a ponytail and a horrific cardigan hiding most of her body shape. She exhaled and leaned back a bit.

"So, we should discuss the rules of this game" She begun, sipping her tea. Molly looked up at her, and she looked quite confused.

"Rules?" She asked, and Irene got an irritated line between her eyebrows.

"You said you're not giving up. I'm not giving up either, and as long as that goes, Sherlock will refuse to pick either one of us. " She explained, as her nails drummed the side of the cup. "So, we have to make this up between the two of us." She locked her eyes with Molly. "Agreed?"

Molly nodded and looked down into the depths of her own cup. She had curled up in her seat, her shoes left on the floor and her feet now tucked in neatly under her. "Yes but… what do you mean rules?" Molly didn't look at Irene as she spoke.

"Under which circumstances you'll give up. Or, hypothetical, I'll give up." Molly glanced up at her for less than a second before glancing down again.

They say in silence for a while, until Molly spoke up. "You should go because you don't deserve him, and you can get everyone you'll want" She mumbled, and Irene was fast to argue back.

"You should give up, because you won't be able to talk to him like I can. He will get bored." She stated.

Molly inhaled and thought for a while. "But he deserves someone that won't betray him" She glanced up at Irene and met her intense eyes, with her own gentle brown ones.

Like the eyes of a deer, Irene thought. The comment actually stirred something inside of her and Molly decided that she would continue.

"And I've known him longer" But this time, Irene was fast to reply.

"But I know him better" Irene met Molly's eyes, and they stared at each other for what seemed like hours to Molly who forced herself not to look away.

At last, Irene sighed and smiled. "This won't lead us anywhere" She spoke, sipped her neglected tea. "We'll meet same time next week." She got up putting the tea down. "See if you've changed your mind by then" She shot Molly another smile, which chilled Molly's blood. She felt that the other had something in mind, that she already had a plan. Molly had to think of a plan for herself.

Irene walked by her and Molly was for a second entranced by the swinging motion of her hips, before she forced her eyes down into her cup again. "See you again, Miss Molly Hooper" Irene said as she leaned on the doorframe, her hip a perfect curve which distracted Molly slightly. But then she was gone, with a soft clickety-click of her pumps and the thud of the door, Molly Hooper was once again alone in her room.

She realized that her heart was beating hard, and she was not sure for what reason. She deducted, clumsier than Sherlock's deduction, that it was the fear running through her blood and trying to escape her system in any way. It didn't calm down her raging heart.

Irene knew she was supposed to be cross with Molly, that the girl hadn't bent already. However, this was the funnier way, and she felt like she would actually enjoy this. Molly Hooper was innocent and sweet, and above all, timid. But, her determination was honourable, and Irene looked forward to bend and cross it. She wasn't even sure anymore if she did it for Sherlock or for the pure satisfaction of the power play over Molly. She would outsmart her, and Molly would not go to the dance with Sherlock. She kicked off her heels as she entered her room, it was cleaner than Molly's had been, but Irene guessed Molly wasn't used to have guests. She ventured into the small bathroom to wash off her face and clean it of the make-up – But, she heard something from the room. Only a slight shuffle, but it made her stop. Her steps were almost completely quiet without the heels, as she moved into the room.

He was sitting in the armchair, his hair slicked backwards and clothed very formally with a dress shirt and pants. His legs were crossed and a polished leather shoe was swinging in the air to the rhythm of his own imagination. He had treated himself to a cup of tea, and smiled when he laid his eyes on Irene.

Irene returned the smile.

"Jim Moriarty" She said, and her tense posture relaxed as she plopped down into the sofa next to the armchair.

"Irene Adler" He answered, with his sing-song tone and quite odd accent.

"The exact man that I need right now" She said, as her foot, only clad in the thin material of her stockings, seductively ran over Jim's calve.