Post-TFP Feels
He held her close to him under the duvet, her back against his chest. They were still awake, reliving the passionate outburst they had only thirty minutes ago. Their relationship was still very new; only a few hours new. They had known one another for years though. The aftermath of Eurus's game backfired, as Sherlock never truly lost Molly. She was upset and confused, but not angry. No, she just wanted to see him as soon as the phone hung up. Molly had sensed something was wrong. Everything was explained and he kissed her. Oh, how he kissed her. She had kissed him back, the longing that built up over seven years poured into it. That was how they ended up tangled together.
"Molly," Sherlock whispered, pressing his lips to her neck, just below her ear. She hummed in response, waiting for him to continue. "I love you."
"I love you too, Sherlock," Molly replied, snuggling closer. She took the hand of his that covered her stomach and kissed the scars that were surely going to form from breaking the coffin. She kissed each and every cut and bruise. Both of their eyes welled up with tears though the other couldn't see.
"I'm sorry that's the way you found out. That's not the way I would've told you," Sherlock continued.
"It wasn't your fault," Molly assured him, placing his hand back on her stomach, laying her hand on top of his. "How would you have told me?"
"Never thought about it that much," Sherlock admitted. "I'd have probably ended up snogging you at Bart's." He peppered her jaw and neck with playful quick kisses that elicited laughter from Molly's lips. "Your laugh is beautiful." He turned serious again and nuzzled his nose against the juncture of her shoulder and neck.
"I'm happy with you," Molly told him. "Even when you're acting like an arse, I'm still happy to be around you." Sherlock chuckled at her statement. Another long string of silence washed over them in the darkness of the room.
"You broke my heart once," Sherlock confessed. Molly was so taken aback by his confession, she turned herself around to face him.
"What?" she asked. "When?"
"The day we solved crimes together," Sherlock replied. "It was, in a way, my way of asking you out. We had fun."
"We did," Molly agreed.
"I asked you out for chips too, but you never answered. I noticed your ring for the first time there in the stairwell. I realized you moved on. Though I was happy for you, it hurt me," Sherlock explained. Molly caressed his cheek with her hand and pressed her lips against his.
"It always seems to be bad timing with us, huh?" Molly smiled.
"It seems so," Sherlock agreed.
"Wanna know a secret?" Molly asked.
He nodded.
"You're stuck with me now," she told him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," he replied, kissing her softly until they both fell asleep in each other's arms.