Here comes the fluff!
Anyway, the nearest time I can upload this will be friday. Sorry about that.
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My musings are taking over my brain.
With another sigh I run a hand through my wet hair.
Stomp.
John enters the room, takes on look at me and does a double take.
"You've had sex with her haven't you?" I ask and sigh.
He looks bewildered and turns the colour of his jumper.
"N-no. Of course not. Why are you so wet?" He asks.
I snort.
"You're a rubbish liar. It was Moriarty; we had a bit of a... disagreement."
He forgets the first sentence and looks straight at me in disbelief.
"You went, without telling me?" He asks.
I roll my eyes dramatically.
"You were too busy having a 'rumpy pumpy'"
He laughs.
"What?" I ask irritably.
"You just said rumpy pumpy?"
Damn Molly and her catchphrases.
I sigh and then look at the clock.
It takes her approximately 15 minutes and 22 seconds to have a shower.
Don't ask how I know that.
Not long now.
We sit in silence for a minute when Molly comes in towel around her and wet hair.
Her cheeks are slightly flushed.
This is torture.
I nod, barely looking at her and push myself past her.
When I do cast a glance at her she looks worried.
A shower, a shower is what I need, it'll clear my head.
I walk to the door and open it causing a dramatic clash.
Molly:
I wonder what on earth I've done wrong.
I stand there in his cream towel in front of John Watson and suddenly realise these last events.
God, here comes the cheese, but I have to say it;
He's my own personal superhero.
I apologize to John and leave the room, instead heading over to the kitchen.
Jeez...us its cold.
I stand there looking outside the window and notice the dirt on the windows.
A woman's influence would stop-
Wait what am I saying?
I carry on staring and look at the clock.
10 minutes.
I hear a sharp thud which basically means he's out of the shower.
I sigh again and look down at the tiled floor.
I sit down and wait.
Wait for what exactly?
I don't actually know.
Ah for him.
I sit in silence until the door bangs open and Sherlock is stood there.
"Sherl-"
"T-shirt in my cupboard John will get your clothes."
He's fully clothed, black shirt, black everything.
"Will I get her clothes?" John asks.
"Yes, did you not hear that?" He replies sharply.
He's in a mood.
I sit there in silence as John leaves the flat.
We both sit there in silence.
"Sherlock. What's wrong?" I ask turning to face him.
No reply.
"Sherl-"
"Molly, I've saved you already you don't need anything else."
And there it is.
How many times has he crushed my heart, ripped to shreds?
How many?
This is just an addition.
I'm not a bitter woman.
But jeez I am angry now.
I had this at the Christmas party.
I rise from my seat.
"S-Sherlock. I d-don't really need to tell you how many t-times you've crushed me, or in a different matter, my d-dignity. So I don't want to beg you. But please for once in your life can you stop being a machine?"
He stares at me for a minute.
"Molly I'm not a superhero."
He looks into my eyes.
I return the gaze.
"You are to me." I say clearly.
Realization slowly counters across his features, travelling across every cheekbone, every hair, and every muscle.
"Do you trust me Molly?" he asks.
I don't hesitate.
"Yes."
He nods.
"Hand." He says flatly.
I stretch out my hand which he takes.
He's warm.
"I apologize."
I nod and take in the conversation we had just had.
This is just beginning.
WOOHOO! Well then, reviews are welcome *subtle hint huh?* but I do appreaciate your views, so thanks :)