A/N: Hi guys, I am so sorry about how long it has been since I have updated. I have had exams and have been in hospital for a bit. I love prompt writing it is really interesting to take a break from writing my own stuff, (For readers of Hello Molly it will be updated either tomorrow or Sunday). Please send me prompts in the reviews. I hope you enjoy. As always I own nothing it all belong to the usual suspects. As stated in both of my prior chapters.
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Prompt from Girlintheshadow: John asks Molly to do something and Sherlock doesn't like it (Jealous Sherlock).
Post TRF, when everything is back to normal-ish and Molly isn't wearing that blasted ring from this "Tom" fellow.
It was a normal day. When I say normal, Sherlock was sat at his microscope and John was wandering around the lab waiting for Sherlock.
"Molly?" John asked quietly, ambling towards me,
"Yes John," I replied, turning at smiling a him.
"Do you want to go grab some coffee?" He enquired; returning my smile.
"Sure, I'll just grab my bag. Are you alright by yourself S...S...Sherlock?" I stuttered, glancing over my shoulder at him. He didn't say anything, just looked up, grunted and then went back to his microscope.
Half an hour later we stumbled back into the lab; laughing at a joke John had just told.
"Nice to see the both of you again." Sherlock growled. I looked up to see his icy cold blue eyes boring into mine.
"S...S...S...Sherlock. I'm so s...s...sorry, we lost track of time." I muttered, looking down at the floor; feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks.
"It's fine, Molly." Sherlock said, if I didn't know him better I would have said it was sarcasm.
"It's not her fault, Sherlock. Don't take it out on Molly." John said angrily to his best friend. Before he could finish Sherlock had exited the room, leaving only the masculine scent of him trailing out of the room. "I'm sorry Molly, I need to go. Thanks for your help with proving my point. We are all having dinner later at Mary and I's flat about 7:30ish, would you like to come? I know Mary will want someone else around with the man child there." John chuckled, walking towards the double swing doors.
"Sure, I'll bring a bottle of red." I mumbled,
"Great, we'll see you then." John announced, hastily making an exit.
I was just stepping out from the taxi when a familiar baritone voice rumbled: "How much was her fare?"
"Twelve pounds thirty." The taxi driver replied.
"Keep the change." Sherlock mumbled, grabbing my hand and hoisting me out of the taxi.
"Thank you, Sherlock." I muttered, noticing his hand was lingering on mine for longer than necessary.
"It's nothing, Molly. Going in?" He asks.
"Yes, erm, it's quite cold can we erm..." I said, stumbling over my words.
"Oh, of course, my apologies Molly." Sherlock muttered, draping his arm around me. We walked up the path together and he pulled me closer as he brought one hand up and knocked on the door. A few seconds later the door opened and the hedgehog like features of John appeared from behind the dark wooden door.
"Oh, Sherlock and Molly. Come in, come in. The dining room is at the end. Thanks for the wine Molly, just pop it on the table." John said, the grin on his face reaching his ears.
"That was lovely Mary, thank you so much for having me." I mumbled, pulling her in for a quick hug.
"It was our pleasure Molly. Maybe next time we could grab a drink at that champagne bar in Soho, you know, that really posh one..." Mary said, pulling me in tighter.
"Kettner's?" I asked.
"Yes, that's the one! I've got a friend there who is looking for a lady..." Mary exclaimed, pulling away for the moment and holding the tops of my arms. I looked at Sherlock; his nostrils were flared and his lips were pulled tight, looking like he was showing contempt.
"That would be a great idea, Mary. I'll text you when I have an evening off." I smiled, pulling away and turning to John. He pulled me in for a tight hug and whispered:
"Well done Molly. He's jealous, trust me." John whispered, swiftly placing a kiss on my cheek and releasing me.
"Well I better get going, I've got work early tomorrow morning. Goodnight." I stuttered, adjusting my bag on my left shoulder.
"I will walk you home. John, Mary." Sherlock said, striding out of the room and towards the door, pulling me along by my hand.
We arrived at my apartment block after 35 minutes in silence. I turned and opened my mouth as if to speak but then closed it again, finding no adequate words for the situation. I then decided to take the bull by the horns. I placed my gloved hands over Sherlock's cheekbones and crashed my lips to his. He was still and he seemed uncomfortable so I pulled away and muttered a quiet apology.
"Molly." Sherlock whispered, forcing me to turn around and face him. Without warning his soft, warm lips collided with mine. I gasped allowing him access to what seemed like counting all the teeth in my mouth.
After a few moments we broke apart, panting. Sherlock's cheeks had a pinkish tint to their usual cream colour and his curls in disarray. "Coffee?" I asked blushing.
"I thought you'd never ask." He replied, smiling genuinely.
