Here is your next chapter. Okay I hath decided that my goal for this story is a SAMFA.
"Oh crap." Molly woke and noticed Sherlocks arms wrapped arms her...again. Whats going on with him? He's treating her like his personal teddy bear. And he had made it very clear in the past that he DID NO do sentiment. But this odd behavior sure looked like it.
She gently pried herself from his still sleeping form, thankfully he stayed asleep. Making her way to the kitchen she began making breakfast. Bacon and eggs were still sizzling in the pan when she heard Sherlock walk out of his room.
"That smells good." She didn't smile, or say anything in return, waiting for him to say something.
"Molly?" He said looking at her from
the table.
"Sherlock if you were tired you could have just woken me up and I would've moved." He continued to look at her, slightly puzzled at her suggestion.
"I didn't want you to." She stopped dropped the spatula and turned to face him, she was shocked to see complete honesty was written on his features.
"Sherlock you just... It's not... Sherlock what's going on?" She said rather confused. Sherlock straightened up in his chair and looked away, almost like he was embarrassed. Things were getting very weird.
"I actually rather enjoyed sleeping next to you. And I slept better than usual. Could we make an arrangement? To... Sleep together?"
Molly gaped at him. No, this wasn't right, something messed with his head, something went wrong when he overdosed. Sherlock didn't do sentiment. He made that very clear in times past.
"So do you have a girlfriend?" Sherlock scoffed, as if the thought of a relationship was offensive. It wouldn't surprise her if it was.
"Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side Molly."
But now he wanted to her to sleep in the same bed with him? This isn't right.
"Sherlock are you feeling okay?" He blinked in surprise.
"Yes, of course I'm okay. Now answer my question. Can we make an arrangement?" Molly laughed nervously.
"That's a very sentimental thing to do." Sherlock sat back slightly offended.
"Well I came to the conclusion that its beneficial to my health considering I sleep better... I-I also enjoyed being... Close." Molly couldn't help but grin. She wished she had a camera to video tape this.
"Mmkay." Sherlock brightened like a child on Christmas.
"Really?" She nodded. And then, he smiled. Genuinely smiled back, not the fake flirty ones he gave her to gain access to the morgue.
"Sounds good."
After breakfast they decided to watch some telly. Sherlock quickly grew bored so he decided that he wanted to do an experiment.
"Okay turn around." She looked at him puzzled. What was he planning in doing?
"Why?" He huffed with impatience.
"An experiment! Come on I don't have all day!" Molly looked at him amused.
"No you don't have all day. But you have all month." He rolled his eyes.
"Molly turn around." She complied trying to seem at least a little annoyed, when in fact she was actually thrilled to be the focus of his attention.
Sherlock pulled her closer to him with her back facing him. He gently pushed her hair to side to gain access to her back. Starting from her upper back he gently began to massage her tense shoulders. Molly gasped at the contact, granted it felt amazing, but it was weird. He was acting weird lately. No weird was an understatement, out of character, extremely out of character.
"Sherlock what are you doing?" Sherlock could practically hear him roll his eyes.
"I want to see the muscle memory of a typical pathologist." She nodded and winced at a sudden sharp pain.
"OWWW! That hurt!" Sherlock huffed.
"Well yes you have a knot. It must be two or three years since you got a quality massage." Molly winced again and clutched the arms of the couch. Sherlock tried to seem worried, Molly worked very hard and the stress was showing.
"Molly you should really see a specialist on a regular basis." She let out a sigh.
"I know but it's just so expensive! OW!" Molly screeched as Sherlock rubbed a very knotted section of muscle.
After nearly an hour of massaging from Sherlocks musician fingers, she was practically melting from the special treatment. His fingers expertly smoothing the tight muscles until they practically melted at his touch. When he was he pushed her off of him. She only slumped against the other side of the couch. Upon further inspection he found that Molly was asleep. The sight caused him to smile, then he frowned. His body was doing that thing again. It was odd but not unpleasant, but very worrisome. All his life he made it very clear that sentiment is a chemical defect often found on the losing side. But he's noticing that he's starting to show signs of sentiment.
He pushed the thoughts aside and scooped Molly up in his arms. After gently placing Molly on his bed he took his spot in his favorite chair and began to think.
Crossing through multiple halls and doors he stopped in front of Molly's door. It was old and the paint was chipping off. Signs of lack of care. After pushing the crappy door open he found the room to be freezing cold and resembling St. Bart's lab. This was expected. He wanted to be reassured of this but found he was slightly disappointed. After further inspection he saw in the corner of the a window. The paint was a cheery yellow in this small corner and on the bench by the window sat Molly. She was reading a book on pathology as to be expected. Instead of further investigating the corner he fled from his mind palace.
He couldn't let his feelings grow.
Could he?
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