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Chapter 8

Hot

Disclaimer: I own lots and lots of CDs, books, and clothes, but no Sherlock :'( Damn, I keep telling my parents that's what I want for Christmas! Gawd, they're so cheap ;)


Sweat slicked bodies. Groaning and moaning. Cursing. Shed clothes. We all know what this means... Baker Street's air conditioner is broken! Apparently, Mrs. Hudson is refusing to get it checked because Sherlock is the one who broke it. But how was he supposed to know that pouring acid on it would break it? He had done so many calculations... It wasn't supposed to burn through it!

"Mrs. Hudson, it's hot in here!" Sherlock groans from his place on the sofa.

At the moment, he's sprawled out with his shirt off, trousers unbuttoned, and arm over his face. The lady in question, though, stomps up the steps and barges in with an annoyed look upon her face.

"Sherlock, my hip! Stop making me come up here! And-oh, you're not decent." Her voice shakes with weariness. Really, he's running her nerves ragged.

"Perfectly decent." Comes his muffled reply.

"If you want it cool in here then you need to pay for it. I'm not made of money, dear."

"Fine. Take my credit card and just...just make it go away!" He fumbles with his pants for his wallet and tosses it in her general direction. He's lucky she caught it, or she'd currently be griping about her hip once more.

"Why don't you go and stay with Molly for a little while? I'm sure this'll be fixed in a day or two." With that, she trudges back downstairs, not even bothering to wait for a reply. Really, with Sherlock, you often don't receive one.


A few hours later reveals a sweaty Sherlock banging on Molly's front door. Unfortunately, he didn't give her any warming. If he had, she may not have open the front door in a towel, expecting a package. Now, who speaks to the delivery man in a towel? Someone who really has been giving less and less of shit lately. And is quite hungry. She had just pulled a double shift without eating.

"Molly? Why are you in a towel?"

"Dammit! What're you doing? You could've given me some warning and- why in the blue fuck are you stinky and sweaty?"

He releases an annoyed sigh while rolling his eyes. It's obvious, isn't it? "Broke my air conditioner. It's hot. Let me sleep here."

Her eyebrows shoot up at that. He attempts to walk in, but she sticks her arm in the way, causing her towel to slip a bit. She quickly adjusts it though. "You can if you properly ask me, ya git!"

"...I liked you better before you made me-"

"Be good?"

"Please, may I stay the night, Molly? It's hot and I want to shower."

"Good enough." She steps aside and he gratefully walks in. "Out of hot water now, I'm afraid. Don't suppose you'll want it much right now anyway."

"You have no bloody idea." She averts her eyes as he completely unselfconsciously begins stripping his shirt off on the way to her bathroom.

"Shit, my dirty clothes are in there." She places a hand to her head in embarrassment before recovering somewhat. "Whatever. It's a thong. At least it's not granny panties." She shuts her front door and walks to her bedroom to change.

After about ten minutes, Sherlock reemerges looking immensely satisfied. Really, it was just a shower. Why does he look so damn happy?

"I feel much better now. Thank you, Molly."

"Yeah, sure. What exactly happened, anyway?" She focuses her attention anywhere but the water droplets that are dripping down his neck. Jesus, is he naturally this sexy?

"Acid is very bad for air conditioners, I've learned. Mrs. Hudson wouldn't pay for another one. I'm pretty sure she turned on the heat just so I'd be even more miserable. She can be a real bit-"

"Sherlock Holmes!" Molly chastises with wide eyes.

"Yes, well, it's very hot in Baker Street right now. Mrs. Hudson is sending for someone. She said they'd be done tomorrow or the next day." Molly snorts. "What?"

"You said it'd be one day. You didn't say anything about tomorrow too! I have work and I don't know if I trust you not to experiment on Toby after the last time..."

"I said I was sorry!"

"It would've helped if you'd meant it too."

"Now for that, I am sorry." He smirks at her.

"You want Chinese for dinner?"

"Are you offering me your cat to eat?" He quirks an eyebrow at her.

"That's racist, ya git!" She laughs, making to grab for her phone and order.

"Chinese sounds brilliant."

"Funny you call me stupid and Chinese brilliant... I see how these things work..." She mutters while dialing the number.

"You are anything but stupid, Dr. Hooper!"

"Don't be a suck up. It don't suit you."

Where the hell is it?! Molly wonders as she tears through her bathroom. Her lacy knickers have gone missing. She knows that she left them in a heep of dirty clothes before her shower. But then Sherlock showed up and now- Shit! She knows why he took them.

Experimentation of course!

End Chapter 8

A/N

Sorry it took so long! I've been busy today with church and school. I'm homeschooled so I do all my work online and I'm now reaching the end of the semester. Finished one of my classes with a final grade of 96 and I'm pretty happy with that. For Health (which I should be finishing tomorrow) I should have a final grade of about 98. I'm a bit of a perfectionist so I try to keep my grades up. Sorry you had to read all that! You're probably just here for the Sherlolly and here I am rambling on about school.

I also would like to say that I wasn't begging for compliments with my previous A/N. When I read it again I thought it seemed like I was just saying it for attention. I wasn't. I was really hurt by some of the things my teacher said and I'm sorry if it came off as me trying to get compliments. I'm sure I'm reading too much into things anyway haha!

Band of the chapter is... actually two... Linkin Park! And Billy Joel!