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He didn't sleep with her that night, too afraid of the growing sentiment. Mycrofts words were constantly ringing through his mind.
"Caring is not an advantage."
The inner battle was tearing at his mind, he never had feelings like this. The growing warmth in his stomach that spreads through his body. When his heart skips a beat when he sees her. The dread that tugs at him when he knows she will leave him sometime soon. But then he can just forget her and go back his normal, controlled self.
No he couldn't forget, he knew he wouldn't. It was a foolish lie he wanted to believe. Molly hooper would be on his mind after this was all over.
There have been other women in his life. The occasional snog in the uni hallways. Sometimes he even took out his urges the easy girls with low self esteem. But that was at in his uni days. He gave up on activities such as those, quickly growing bored with the act.
He never wanted to be with those women. Never wanted to sleep with them. It was more like a chore to him. Over time he learned to control the urges and desires. Sometimes it would be for experimental reasons, but he always deleted the information. But now they seemed to be resurfacing. The feelings weren't just pure animalistic urges. Ones that could be easily removed, but feelings of... He didn't know what.
He wanted the best for Molly. He wanted her to be happy, and he wanted to be the one that made her smile. When he massages her back, it was an experiment at first, but gradually all information of muscle memory was forgotten. To be quickly replaced by what Molly actually liked. Those hums of pleasure made his heart skip a beat.
He was feeling sentiment, that was the only word for it.
Molly stirred as the first rays of light spilled into her room kissing her eyelids. Rolling in an attempt to escape the irritating light, she realized there was much more room in her bed then she expected.
"He must have gotten up early." She was slightly disappointed that didn't stay.
"It's not like he actually cares about you. He's only doing it to help him recover." As much as she wanted to prove the nagging voice wrong, she actually agreed with it.
Everyone was aware of her little infatuation with the recovering addict. As much as she hated his thick coat, perfect cheekbones, and mesmerizing eyes. She couldn't ever imagine letting all the feelings go.
As painful and hopeless as her little crush was, she wished it could be true. Her fantasies often running away with her.
But somewhere in the depths of her heart, was a glimmer of hope. That someday he could actually love her back.
When she finally decided to leave her bedroom, she found that there was a hot cup of coffee waiting for her on the counter. She smiled at the little gesture from her temporary flatmate.
Sitting down she gently sipped the hot coffee cherishing the bitter sweet taste that graced her taste buds. It was exactly how he liked it. She couldn't remember ever telling him her coffee preference, considering she often made them coffee at the lab. Scratch that, she always made them coffee.
"Creme two sugars. And by your reaction I was correct. To answer your question, you were talking on the phone with one of your many intolerable boyfriends. You asked for your coffee like that."
Molly smirked, surprised that he actually remembered the practically useless piece of information. She decided against mentioning anything not wanting to embarrass or upset him. He was already opening up to her and se didn't want to throw away any progress.
Molly set her mug down and smiled.
"Yes it's perfect thank you Sherlock. I appreciate the kind gesture." A light blush graced his cheeks. So light it was barely noticeable, but it was there. She smiled again at him.
"Sherlock I'll be going to the shops today. Uhm... Do you want to come with me? Maybe we could go to the park to get some-"
"Okay." Molly stared at him for a while. A little shocked he actually complied.
"Oh, uhm okay then." Molly finished off her coffee mug and headed off to the shower.
"Molly." She turned around to face him.
"Yes?"
"Use the vanilla shampoo." Molly furrowed her brows. Slightly confused from his random suggestion.
"Why?" Sherlock seemed rather embarrassed. Wishing he didn't let his thoughts slip out of his mouth.
"It suits you better." He said, trying not to sound flabbergasted. For all she knew his sudden slip in thought was deliberate.
Molly blushed a little and smiled, her features returning to their gentle and cheery norm.
"Yeah okay. Thanks." She walked out of the room. Sherlock covered his face with his hands and groaned.
He shouldn't slip like that again.
She juggled the two jars of jam, contemplating which one would be better.
"Uhm.. Hey Sherlock, strawberry or grape?" Sherlock looked up from his smart pone looking rather bored.
"I don't care." He said without looking up from his phone. Molly scrunched her nose in thought. She must have been thinking too long in Sherlocks opinion because he plucked the strawberry jam from her hands and dumped it into the cart. She blushed feeling silly.
"Oh so you do have an opinion." She said trying to lighten up the awkward mood. Sherlock only rolled his eyes.
"And we need milk." He said ignoring her comment. Molly nodded and continued walking through the store hoping she didn't seem like a complete fool to Sherlock.
She didn't know he smiled when she turned away.
Yeah I know it's short but deal with it.
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-Skyler
