Chapter 11
Just a short chapter this time. I felt it was about time to explore Molly's thoughts on everything that had happened.
Honestly, I found it quite a difficult chapter to write, so I hope Molly's 'voice' sounds real. Let me know.
Molly was still confused. She'd spent some time with Sherlock first thing going through what he wanted her to keep an eye out for when she started work in a couple of days. He was irritated that he couldn't do this himself and seemed sure she wouldn't be capable of spotting anything useful.
He hadn't said anything further about the night before and Molly was still too confused and embarrassed to ask.
In the end she had packed herself some sandwiches and taken herself off for a walk in the surrounding countryside.
It felt good to be outdoors, she rarely got a chance, living and working in London, to spend a long time in nature. She had grown up in the countryside and whilst she wouldn't swap her job and her life it was good to remind herself that there was a big, green world outside the capital.
She sat on her jacket as she ate the small lunch letting her mind wander over the last few days trying to make sense of everything that had happened. She laughed to herself, she seemed to spend her whole life trying to make sense of Sherlock Holmes but it never seemed to get any easier.
She had so many thoughts and feelings whirling around in her head that she was starting to consider asking him to teach her how to build a mind palace so she could organise them.
How would Sherlock deduce this? She thought... No clue! She smiled to herself.
If this were any other guy and she had kissed them and kissed them more than once. Slept in the same bed with them, more than once and, ahem, got off on them, with them 'willingly participating' was that different from him wanting to participate she would have said that they liked her and she was very much in a relationship. However, this was most definitely not any other guy. This was the most confusing, exasperating but gorgeously addictive guy she had ever known.
As she sat there musing it started to occur to her that underneath all his coldness and his professions of being a high functioning sociopath he was just a guy, maybe she needed to try to treat him like one.
She laughed at the though of seducing Sherlock Holmes, she wasn't going to go that far. For starters she had never been good at seduction and for another thing he was the worlds only Consulting Detective, he'd see through her in a heart beat. She needed to test the water somehow, see how he reacted, confirm to herself that she wasn't imagining things. She smiled to herself, for the first time in a long, long while she was starting to feel hopeful about her love for Sherlock. It was starting to seem possible that it could actually lead to something. She hugged herself at the thought, letting herself remember more about the night before.
When she'd thought about it previously she'd concentrated only on the aftermath, Sherlock pushing her hand away, leaving the room, her horror as she'd woken up properly. This time she remembered the fact that he was hard when she'd pushed herself against him. That he, not her, had deepened the kiss pulling her against himself. She remembered the feeling of his lips on her breast, his tongue circling her nipple. Oh yes, she'd got it all wrong, this was a guy reacting positively to her.
Maybe, just maybe it was nerves that had made him run. She was going to need to be careful and take her time but she was determined to push this relationship further.
She walked back towards the village with a spring in her step enjoying the late afternoon rays. Oh she was definitely starting to enjoy married life.