Hello everyone. First of all, thankyou all for all the follows and comments they're very appreciated. Secondly, I do apologise for the huge amount of time between the last chapter and this, a lot of stuff has been going on and I've been really busy! I have this chapter and the skeleton for a couple more in progress, but here's the first bit to apologise for being ages! Comments are welcome if you want to criticise or anything! If anyone has any ideas of what they'd like to happen I'll see what I can do! ;D
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As Molly stood under the hot shower, running her hands over her body, through her hair and lavishing herself with soaps and shampoo, no matter how hard she tried, she could not remove the huge grin that covered her face. She was more than relieved that she'd make up with Sherlock. What did we even fall out over in the first place? Deciding to skip over this thought, Molly lost herself in picturing his beautiful hands and their many talents. Feeling beautiful in every way, Molly hit off the shower. Sighing with happiness and wrapping a bath towel around herself, she was wringing her hair as she walked towards the living room. Molly was so caught up in herself, she'd neglected to hear the raised voices coming from the hallway.
"Sherlock why on earth didn't you join me in the shower?" Her last word left her lips as a whisper as she saw John Watson successfully holding a half naked Sherlock in a head lock.
"Molly! Help me!" His face was going a stunning shade of crimson.
"John! Get off him!" She shrieked, arms flailing wildly. Like kids in the playground, John looked scorned and let Sherlock loose, as they straightened themselves, Sherlock skilfully adjusting his sheet. Molly's eyes caught his. Be brave, Sherlock. Now's the time. John looked between them, arms folded and eyes expecting.
"Well?" He said, eyebrows raised.
"John, come and sit down.." Sherlock started, despite Johns shaking head.
"No. No. Tell me. Now." He stood still, teeth clenching. "What the fuck, is this."
Molly moved next to Sherlock and he slid his arm around her waist. Molly was hoping this would be enough to explain to John, but Sherlock began nonetheless;
"John, for a good few months now, Molly and I have decided to embark on a relationship." He said it with ease and calmness. Moly would be lying if she said she didn't turned on by how his words rolled off his tongue. No sooner did Sherlock finish the sentence did John sharply reply;
"And why didn't you tell me Sherlock." He continued his defensive stance.
"We didn't want the pressure John." Molly replied to this after reading the look of confusion on Sherlock's face.
"What on earth does it have to do with you if I told you or not?" Sherlock smirked, but confusion did not leave his face.
"Because we are friends Sherlock!" John was shouting now, his arms leaving his body gesticulatory, his feet stomping.
"We are FRIENDS! You were best man at my wedding! Fuck me, it's all becoming clear now. I should of fucking knew when that coat turned up in the apartment!" John really was shouting now, and Molly slunk into Sherlock's arms as they wrapped around her protectively.
"John, calm down." Sherlock was calm, why was he over reacting so much? Sherlock reached a hand out to him.
"Don't come near me. I cannot look at you right now." With that, John left, slamming the door behind him.
As Sherlock and Molly stood in their in silent embrace for some moments, reeling through the last few minutes. They got into bed without saying a word, spooning comfortably. Neither one slept that night, but neither one said a word.