Hi sorry it's been two weeks, but chapter 4 is here. Please enjoy and review. :)
Their lips touched and Sherlock's brain went completely still, it was as if something had coursed through his system and had frozen every thought in his head. He gasped and pulled away. Sensing his withdrawal, Molly's face blushed red as she mistook his pulling away as regret and was about to apologise when his lips crashed back onto hers.
Molly wound her arms around his neck and Sherlock's hands travelled down to her waist and gripped tightly earning a moan from Molly. Once they both pulled away to catch their breath they looked into each others eyes.
From the outside it seemed as though two people who have been together for years had shared an intimate moment, but to Sherlock and Molly that kiss felt like something completely new and full of promise. Molly and Sherlock both smiled and kissed again and they were about to move towards the bed when Sherlock slowly pulled away and looked at molly nervously,
"I've not done this in a while..." he trailed off
"What? sex?" Molly smiled kindly and raised an eyebrow and Sherlock felt less nervous so he spoke again more confidently
"Well sort of, it's just that kiss felt different to what I've ever felt and I know I don't just want sex, although in pretty sure sex with you would be amazing but I think that..well I know that I would like to court you" Sherlock rambled on but was soon stopped by molly's small hand on his chest, she stood on her toes and touched his lips with hers in the lightest of kisses.
"Sherlock, I feel the same about the kiss and you are so different but so familiar to me and it makes me want to know you more but I wont be in New York for long." Sherlock sighed sadly as he realised she was right, "but I know that I feel close to you already and if you are okay with a two week 'courtship' before I leave, then yes I would love to 'court' you" Molly giggled at the old-fashioned phrasing.
Sherlock looked at her smiling face, My she is beautiful, 'courting' her would mean being able to kiss her whenever I wanted and hold her hand through the street but two weeks isn't that long, could I be able to stay with her and then see her leave?... Sherlock's mind trailed off and he got his answer when he heard her giggle.
"Well then Miss Hooper, It seems as though we better get back to kissi- I mean unpacking" and Molly's giggles continued when Sherlock made sure she was thoroughly unpacked.
When Molly awoke the next morning it took her a couple of minutes for her to fully become aware of the arm securely wrapped around her waist. She turned her head and saw that they must have fallen asleep while talking because she was still wearing her jeans and t-shirt and Sherlock was over the covers. She smiled serenely and took the opportunity to take a glance around the room, despite the rest of the house being somewhat minimalist with it's furniture, Sherlock's room was covered by books and unusual sculptures sitting on old wooden stools and small tables, it was as though she had walked into an old bookshop that she used to visit when she was a girl.
She lay down again and sighed, this place was already beginning to feel comfortable to her and she wondered if she would ever return to New York.
That's if me and Sherlock are still...friends? Molly frowned, she liked Sherlock and found him to be rather lovely but somehow the word 'friend' didn't feel right.
It's almost as if I l...no, don't be silly Molly Hooper. Just focus on the time you spend with him and don't get too attached...well more than you are now.
She was pulled from her musings by the feeling of someone looking at her, so she looked to her left and sure enough there Sherlock was looking at her while smiling at her. He pulled on her waist tighter and she moved to lean on her side so she was facing him.
"That was the best sleep I've had in a while" he said while moving his hand in small strokes on her hip, she caught his hand with hers and tangles their fingers together,
"Me too, although that might be the jet-lag" She stroked his fingers lightly and he moved in closer,
"Really? I was hoping it was something to do with me"
"Hmmm it was 60% to do with you" She teased,
"How about 80%?" he teased back and she relented,
"Oh okaay" Molly drawled the last word and sighed. They giggled quietly and talked about the pathology convention until Joan came upstairs and knocked on the door.
"Molly? Have you seen Sherlock? I don't know where he is" Molly looked at Sherlock who turned his head to the door and shouted,
"In here Watson!"
"Really? What are you doing in the- oh!" Joan had opened the door while replying and had saw then laying on the bed together, she then looked startled for a moment before smiling, walking out and shutting the door behind her.
Thanks for reading, I'm sorry again that it took so long but I'm feeling a bit blocked for ideas so any help would be useful. :)
M xx
