A/N: I know it's not been long, and I know that this seems like a really insignificant thing to you guys (prbably), but when I checked this morning, there were two reviews (ALREADY!), and they are both so positive; it made me really happy to read them :D
So massive thanks to: Renaissancebooklover108 and Kathmak for making my day!
I felt my cheeks flush as I let out a long, shaky breath. I opened my eyes, and couldn't look away. Those eyes... It was impossible to want to look anywhere else. Once again, a flash of fear swept across his face, and, although it was gone as soon as it had appeared, I didn't miss it. He was as scared as I was right now, whether he knew it himself or not. His hand was still pressed ever so gently against my cheek, and I could feel a slight tremble in his fingers as he leaned in. It was a slow, tortuous movement, almost like he was teasing me. I never registered the moment his breath went from steady and calm to deep, almost like he was trying to calm himself. He tilted his head a little, and I saw his hooded eyes close entirely. I shut mine, knowing what was about to happen and not knowing whether to believe it or not.
He brushed his lips against mine, a mere shadow of a kiss. His breath came out shaky against my cheek; it sent shivers down my spine. My hands were still hanging aimlessly at my sides, and it wasn't until he gently pressed his lips to mine once again that I knew what I wanted. Without warning, I reached up and grasped the lapels of his jacket, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. He gasped against my mouth, and I felt a little surge of pride. I have shocked Sherlock Holmes. Well done, Molly Hooper. I was dragged back to the present suddenly when I felt him run his tounge hesitantly along my bottom lip. The action sent flames running all through my body. I shivered, and it wasn't because I was cold.
My hands snaked up and I burried my fingers in his think black curls, as I willingly opened my mouth further to grant him access. You're kissing Sherlock Holmes! Yes, I am. I felt his tongue snake into my mouth, and it seemed that with every gentle tug on his hair, he grew more confident. Eyes still closed, I felt him bring his arms around my waist and pull my tighter to him, almost like he was afraid to let go. I don't count. You do count. You've always counted, and I've always trusted you.
Our breathing slowly became more ragged, heavier. He pulled away first, and it felt wrong. Despite his chest pressed against mine, despite his hands clutching me to him, it felt colder. Lonelier. I opened my eyes to see him doing the same. There was no more fear in his eyes, no more strain in the way he looked at me. He looked... calm. Peaceful. Open.
"Molly Hooper; the one that counted." His deep - his sexy - voice vibrated through me, and the corner of his mouth twitched up in a heartbreakingly beautiful half-smile. I wanted to speak, but I knew that if I did it would just come out as jumbled words, no coherent sentences at all. I felt the blush creep through my cheeks, and looked down, pleasently humbled at his words. His hand snapped up and grabbed my ponytail and tugged, softly pulling my face up to look at him again. The blue and gold of his eyes had intensified, and his pupils had dialated. Indicates sexual attraction. It was like looking into eternity. I wanted to touch him, run my hands along those sharp cheekbones, those lips, his chest. I wanted to feel him.
"What do you need?" My voice was nothing more than a husky whisper. He pulled his hand down my ponytail, tiltling my head back further. I gasped as I felt his lips press a soft kiss against my neck. I was lost in sensations as his hand trailed down my spine, back up across the side of my ribs and chest and along my arm until his hand was wrapped around one of mine. He pulled our hands out of his hair and to our sides. His long fingers enveloped mine as our hands entwined. Without another word, he stepped away from me, cauing an instant chill as our bodies separated. Not letting go of my hand, he smiled, winked, and walked out of the lab, trailing me behind.
You.
