Here we are as promised. Soooo, I know I implied slow burn in the last chapter but what can I say Sherlock is nothing if not fickle.
Enjoy!
Chapter 6
In the end it was Sherlock who disappeared...for four days! Molly alternated between worry and anger.
Of course she tried texting him, initially wondering if he was avoiding her, if the thought of being intimate with her was all too much for him. In the end exasperated she had texted John to see if he knew where Sherlock was and if he was OK, only to get a response from him ten minutes later.
Hi Molly. Don't worry we're in Leicester on case. Should be back in two days. Is it urgent? Do you need me to get him to ring you? John x
She'd thanked him and replied that it wasn't urgent. She didn't know whether John knew they were together, hell, she didn't even know what they were herself. She just wished he had sent her one text or called or something so she hadn't been worrying about him.
SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH
John, meanwhile, raised the subject straight away with Sherlock.
'So, have you told Molly where we are?'
'Molly, why would I tell Molly?' Sherlock didn't even look up from the police file that he was scouring through for information.
'Well, I got the impression, from you, that the two of you were in some kind of relationship now. It is normal, when you're in a relationship, to communicate with the other person. You know, let them know where you are and whether you're OK.'
'That makes no sense, I'd have to talk to her constantly to give her that kind of information. She knows I'm OK, she'd soon hear if I wasn't from the press, or at worst Mycroft.'
John closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation. 'Maybe Sherlock, just maybe she doesn't want to rely on the papers and TV for an update about her boyfriend.'
Sherlock finally looked up, grimacing, at that remark. 'I am not her boyfriend.' He almost spat the word out.
'So what are you then?' Said John crossing his arms and staring Sherlock down.
'I'm...we're...I...we're just together. That's all! Now can we please get back to this case, the quicker we solve it the quicker we can get back to London.'
'Fine, but just text her, OK. She cares about you and it's not fair to leave her worrying.'
Molly received her text a few minutes later.
Am fine. Will see you on my return. SH
Molly rolled her eyes, not overboard on levels of information but at least he had finally texted, no doubt with prompting from John.
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John had been right, it was exactly two days later when they returned to London. Molly was at work when the text came through.
Come to Baker St after work. SH
As she checked the text she heard a tutting noise from across the room. She looked up to find Tania staring at her and shaking her head. Molly blushed in embarassment at being caught looking at her phone and looked back down at the paperwork she was completing. Tania was making her life a misery at the moment. Trouble was there was nothing concrete that she could take to her boss or HR. It was all low level stuff. Plus it didn't help that Tania was really pally with their boss, they were always lunching together, going for drinks after work. In fact the whole team did that, not that they ever invited Molly. Molly knew that was down to Tania but again she had no proof.
She just needed to keep her head down and do her job to the best of her ability. It was demoralising though, she'd always enjoyed her work and this made her working day drag by. But at least she had tonight to look forward to now.
MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH
When she finally got to Baker St. it was dark. She stepped out of the cab looking up at the light shining welcomingly through the curtains. She ran through the drizzle and knocked quickly on the door.
Mrs Hudson answered, 'oh hello Molly dear, are you here to see Sherlock? He's upstairs, go on up.'
She made her way up hearing violin music as she did. She loved hearing him play, which wasn't often. The last time she'd heard him had been at John and Mary's wedding and it had brought tears to her eyes. She hesitated outside the door, not wanting him to stop. She should have known that wouldn't work.
The playing stopped as he called out to her, 'Molly, why on earth are you hovering out there, come in.'
She rolled her eyes and entered, 'I was listening to you playing, I didn't want you to stop.'
'Well, why didn't you just say so?' He turned away from her, facing the fire and resumed his playing.
Molly took her coat off enjoying the warmth of the flat after a day in a chilly morgue. She made her way through to the kitchen to make a cuppa whilst she listened to the music. It wasn't anything she'd heard before and she wondered if it was his own composition.
As she came back through, with two cups of tea, to the front room the music changed morphing into a song which seemed familiar. She suddenly recognised it as the song she'd sent him that drunken night a couple of weeks ago. She blushed at the memory, Sherlock turned to face her, still playing, a smile on his face, watching her reactions. Then it changed again, now he was playing Mozart, her dad's favourite music.
She sat in John's armchair in complete awe of his talent. Eventually he brought the music to an end, placing the violin down on its stand and sitting down opposite her before picking up his cup of tea.
'Thank you Sherlock, that was...well, it was beautiful.'
They sat and drank their tea in silence for a few minutes. 'How was the case?' Molly asked eventually.
Sherlock grinned joyfully, 'oh, you would have enjoyed this one!' And he launched into a breakneck tale of a man being wrongly convicted for the murder of his father, how all the evidence had pointed to his guilt but how Sherlock had known and eventually proved his innocence.
Molly watched him talking and gesticulating, transporting her into the case and all his thought processes as they'd gone through it. She had originally planned to berate him for not letting her know where he had been but he seemed so happy and animated she didn't want to break his mood.
When he finally finished she stood up and moved to sit on his lap, 'I missed you,' she said simply looking down at him. He brought his arm up to her waist to hold her there.
'I missed you too,' he frowned for a second looking down before looking back up at her, 'John tells me I should have told you I was going away. I...I apologise Molly if I worried you. I will endeavour to let you know next time.'
'Good, thank you. That would be...better.' She smiled and then leant forward to kiss him.
As ever, the kiss took her breath away. It was as though the world around them faded and all there was was Sherlock, his lips on hers, his hands on her skin. She was careful not to escalate things or push him too far, she didn't want to move faster than he was ready for. She let him set the pace.
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Sherlock felt much more relaxed this time as the kiss deepened and his hands explored her body. Maybe it had been the days that they had spent apart or the high that came with solving the case but all he wanted was to be here, in this moment, with her.
He could hear the rain picking up pace outside the window, the crackle of the open fire in the hearth, the sounds of her slight moans as his tongue explored her mouth.
He could smell the fire, the tea they'd just drunk, the scent of Molly's perfume which she'd used to try and mask the scent of the morgue. The smell of the dead didn't bother him in the way in might others. It reminded him of her, of his life, the life he had almost lost so many times. And more often than not it had been Molly who had helped to save him. No, her scent was only ever a positive to him. He could just make out the tangy smell of her arousal and he found himself reacting to it both physically and mentally. He wanted her, right here, right now. They had time, no interruptions due, he could go at his own pace but it would be tonight.
So Sherlock's ready and we end on a sexy cliffhanger. I feel I ought to apologise but I'm not gonna ;-). Let me know your thoughts and feelings though.
Next update will be Thursday or Friday depending on how busy I am at work this week, let's hope for a quiet week!