Chapter 9- Intimacy

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I handed her the tea with a smile. I saw a blush creep into her cheeks as she took it. Her hands trembled with nerves.

She had been working for 3 hours I observed, the last one being rather horrible. She had then settled for a coffee and had been chatted up by a man on the opposite side of the table from her. The watch she wore was new but she didn't like it- it had been a present from her mom last Christmas. She'd only worn it because her favourite had broken. She'd taken it to the watch repairs this morning. Overall, her day had been terrible.

I needed to change that in order to get what I want.

"You look sad, are you ok?" I asked conversationally. She looked up from her tea, surprised.

"Oh! Yes, umm I'm umm I'm fine. Thanks," her lips trembled, "why did you call me here?"

"Oh I just wanted to talk, I missed you," I leaned forward, elbows on knees. Chin on hands. I was slightly surprised to find that this was slightly true. I had missed talking to her.

"Oh," she gave a breezy laugh, "I thought you'd just call me just to try and get something out of me,"

I straightened up, "I don't do that,"

"Yes you do, all the time," she tried to smile, but it flickered like a light going out.

I sighed, unintentionally feeling bad for her.

"You really don't think you mean anything to me do you?" I said softly. Something passed her eyes, an expression. Before I could figure it out it was gone. I decided she needed more persuading.

"Molly, do you think I would have spoken to you about my death if you didn't mean anything? I didn't even tell John,"

"You always flirt with me to get what you want," she said, "you needed me so you flirted,"

Just because she said that, I decided that I was not going to ask for morgue access. I was simply going to 'talk'.

Though that wasn't my strongest point.

I didn't want to prove her right. Because that meant that I was wrong.

"So, what did you do today?" I asked calmly, as if the last conversation had never happened.

She sighed, "Really? You should know shouldn't you? You can read people,"

"Yes but then I can't ask you can I? Plus people usually hate it when I read them,"

"I don't hate it," she burst out. I met her brown eyes and she blushed furiously, "I mean, I think it's- it's- umm- oh well," she looked down, "it doesn't matter,"

"No," I whispered, "no tell me,"

A sudden idea came to me that may help persuade her. I reached out hesitantly, stroked her brown hair. It was curiously soft. Her eyes followed my hand, lips slightly parted, "Please?" I finished.

She closed her eyes.

"I was going to say. I- I like it when you read me. It's amazing,"

My lips twitched. I couldn't help myself, "really?"

She nodded, cheeks bright red.

"Thank you," I said with a soft grin. I felt flattered, something which didn't happen. I forced the emotion back quickly.

"Can you umm... read me please?" she asked, looking slightly braver now. I grinned and scanned her up and down and told her everything I knew. At the end of it her mouth hung open and I had to suppress a grin. I didn't get that reaction often. And it was usually John who gave it me.

"Wow," she said with an awkward laugh, "that's amazing," she sipped her tea with trembling fingers. I sipped mine quietly.

"So you did know that I had a bad day," she sighed. I nodded.

"I don't know why though, you didn't tell me," I stared into her eyes, watched her pupils dilate when she stared back. It was curious to see the effect I had on her.

She broke eye contact.

"The last post mortem I did, it was a guy I knew- he was my friend in college…" she buried her head in her hands, "it just- it made me really sad,"

"I'm sorry,"

She looked like she wanted to say something more, but was battling with herself. I could see the un-sureness in her face, the tremor in her lower lip. In any case, she decided to ignore me for about half an hour before she spoke again.

"Can I-umm-," she blushed, "can I touch your hair?" her face was burning, I could tell that she felt stupid.

But I also saw her dilated pupils.

So I leaned forward as an indication that she could, and watched her face.

She placed her hand on my head lightly; her fingers wove through my curls delicately. She just left it there for a while. I saw the look in her face. Pure desire. It made me feel odd.

Then she pulled through them, making them bounce. I hadn't expected it. I startled, causing her to hesitate. But I didn't pull away. In fact, I found myself rather enjoying the experience. So to prompt her to do more, I touched her hair again. I twirled it around my fingers, feeling it slide. I heard her breathe catch in her throat, so I twirled it some more. Her fingers began pulling at my curls again. My gaze flicked to her eyes. She was so close. I hadn't noticed. She was a breath away from me.

What came next was completely and utterly unexpected.

She leaned forward.

And she kissed me.

I jumped violently and sat bolt upright, withdrawing my hand from her hair. She sat up too, face red and burning.

"Why did you do that?" I exclaimed, unnerved.

She went from unsure to ashamed.

"I'm sorry- I- I thought- umm-" she trailed off, looking down. I stood up sharply.

"I think it's time to leave," I said rather stiffly, forcing a smile.

"Yes," her voice wavered and she fled.

I stared at the door, shaken. I should have seen it coming but I didn't.

It took me a while to realise that my breathing was ragged. I checked it quickly, forcing it to slow down. It was just shock. I was just unnerved. It was natural.

I straightened my clothes and put the tea away.

"What happened?" it was John. I turned to him with a blank expression pasted on my face. I had to keep my unease hidden.

"We talked and she left, is there a problem?" I asked, rather too sharply.

He pulled a face.

"Don't lie to me Sherlock; I know when you're lying,"

"Do you?" I sneered.

"Yes," he stood straight like a soldier ready for a battle. He was waiting for a fight.

I remembered then my promise to myself that I was going to have to make sure that John knew I trusted him. I had to tell him the truth.

Plus I'd missed him too much to argue.

I sighed.

"She kissed me," I said slowly, an edge to my voice.

His face dropped.

"What?" he spluttered.

"She leaned forward and kissed me. I didn't see it coming. I am a little unnerved but that is all," I cleared my throat and lay down on the sofa.

I was very aware of him watching me closely.

"That was your first kiss wasn't it?" he said quietly. I glanced sideways at him, irritated.

"No, I've kissed her before remember?"

"No, I mean that was the first time a girl kissed you isn't it?"

"No, The Woman did once remember?"

"I mean on the lips!"

I decided to ignore his question.

"Have we got any biscuits?"

"Sherlock-" John said warily.

"Have we got any biscuits?" I said again, forcefully. I didn't want to talk about it. I refused to talk about it. I wanted biscuits.

So he just sighed and raided the kitchen.

"We have some digestives," he suggested. Waving the packet at me.

"That'll do,"

He tossed the packet at me, which I caught one handed and tore them open. I took a couple and offered him them.

They were crumbling and rather mediocre, probably due to the fact that they were Sainsbury's own brand. But they were better than nothing. John took a couple too, dunking them in his tea.

"So, what case has Lestrade got you?" he asked me. I felt incredibly grateful for his change of subject and rewarded him with eye contact, knowing he preferred it when I looked at him.

"He didn't say much. Look at the text," I opened his message and spun it round in my hand so it was the right way up for John to look at. His eyes followed the words quickly.

"Donovan doesn't know about this one?" he echoed the text, brows furrowed, "what does that mean?"

Oh lord he could be slow. I smiled sympathetically at him.

"It means that it is personal. Why else wouldn't he tell his second in command?" I prompted him. He scowled at me.

"Don't do the face, for God's sake!" he groaned, "I hate it when you do the face,"

I checked myself.

"Sorry,"

"Whatever," he helped himself to another biscuit. I glanced at the clock and groaned. We had an hour. I wanted more caffeine but the look on Johns face told me that he could not take any more of my hyper behaviour. But it was fun to wind him up.

But it seems my intention showed on my face anyway.

"No you can't have more caffeine!" he exclaimed sternly, "I might end up punching you again!"

"I'm used to threats now," I sighed, bored, "try something less boring,"

"I could break your arm?" he suggested.

"Mediocre for an army doctor, stop boring me!" I said exasperated.

"For God's sake Sherlock!" John cried, "Can't I have a normal conversation with you?"

I was offended. Completely. So I glared at him. How dare he call me normal!

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