requested by emotional-context on tumblr: Sherlolly + Enough (for the one word prompts)
Enough. Funny how the word didn't apply to his relationship with Molly. The truth was, it was never enough. He could never get enough of her sweet kisses, her warm embraces and gentle way of making love to him. The ways she'd caress his heart with her loving words and lingering presence in his arms.
He could never get enough of nuzzling his nose with hers, trailing kisses across her soft skin and waking up next to her in tangles. He found that he could never get enough of hearing those three little words. He couldn't say it enough either. It was the way they were.
Sherlock Holmes had had enough of Moriarty's schemes, the stupidity of Anderson, the annoying goldfish of the world, but he would never ever be able to get enough of Molly Hooper. She was the woman he loved. They were almost lovers at one point, but even he knew that almost was never enough. Now she lay in his arms, soaking up one another's presence, listening to the steady thrumming of their hearts beating as one.
I've wasted enough time. Enough is enough, Sherlock thought as he pulled out the little velvet box, ready to take on the next journey with her.