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Chapter 21
Try as he may, he could not hold on to his temper. "What do you suggest I do? Leave you to do whatever you want? Because you have not made any smart decisions since you decided to leave London. Must I spell out the danger that you already know Moriarty can cause? Pack your bags immediately Molly, we are leaving."
She looked at him calmly, as if she was expecting this outrageous outburst. They were at the kitchen, she was nursing a hot cup of coffee. She gripped the handle a little tighter, fighting the urge to throw the hot liquid at his insensitive being. She took a sip and turned to her favorite window in the cabin. The lake was dark and still, the sky a gunmetal grey. "Please leave Sherlock. We have nothing between us for you to be here and whatever Moriarty does will not affect me or you. I hold no threat over you because I have never meant anything to you and I never will. I've given up trying to make myself worthy of notice for you, so please don't worry. You can leave with your conscience clear of any responsibility of me". She leaves him in the kitchen, battling his sudden urge to show him how much she meant to him.
Night after the fall…
His hands tangled in the soft silk mess of her hair. She smelled of vanilla and bergamot and he couldn't get enough. "Sherlock", he heard her whisper. "We don't..have to do this". He stopped the delicious torture he was inflicting on her breasts and caught her chin with his free hand. Kissing her once for every word, "Yes Molly, we have to. I need you."
All doubt now lost, she abandoned herself in him. He inched his way down her body, leaving a love bite on the inside of her thigh. Her moans was his salvation and he was rapidly learning the many ways to make her sing for him. He grasped her arm and kissed her wounds gently while looking into her doe brown eyes. Her eyes grew wide when his lips came stained red from the cuts and when he licked her blood from his lips, she nearly begged him to take her there and now….