"Hey Molls. I missed you." Jim Moriarty breathed, sprawled on Molly's couch. Molly took a few steps backwards and placed her hand on her chest, trying to regain her breath. "You did get my note, right?" He questioned, running a hand through his hair, tiredly.
"I did. What's your game? You lied to me, used me… I should be calling the police right…" She was cut off as Jim walked over, cupped her face and kissed her with unmistakable passion. She closed her eyes and melted into him, just as he pulled away. She snapped back into reality, while he began to speak.
"I meant what I wrote. I love you Molly. I want to be yours more than I care about my 'games' with Sherlock," He confessed. He was really confused, and worried about how she would react. So far, she seemed to be in a state of shock. He considered reaching for her, but decided against it for his better judgement. She needed time to absorb the new information. She sank to the couch and put her head in her hands. No one spoke for a few minutes.
"How can I believe you? Especially after you lied to me?" Molly paced back and forth, biting her nails and glancing sporadically at Jim. "You used me to mess with Sherlock...I could tell something was off when we dated, which was why I broke up with you. I still can't believe that you could have killed me at any time."
"I understand your hesitation, and you're right. I could have killed you. However, I didn't. Think about it Molls. Lesser people have been killed on my orders, even after following my every wish. Yet you, beautiful you, are still alive. Why would I keep you alive, when there is no advantage for me having you, other than the fact that I love you?" Jim took Molly's hand and sat her down. "I know you don't trust me yet, but I would be ecstatic if you would give me a chance to date you honestly. No hidden agendas, plots, or nefarious ideas."
Molly glanced into Jim's warm chocolate eyes, noticing a lack of the evil gleam that usually resided there. In fact, it seemed to be replaced by the smallest glimmer of hope. A glimmer that she herself had put there, if he was to be believed. She looked away, almost as if his gaze had scorched her. Her hand subconsciously moved towards her pocket, towards her phone. Jim's eyes darted down at her subtle movement, then back up ate her face, almost like they had never moved at all. Molly froze. The unspoken question hung between the two of them, heavy and filled with dread. What now?