Hello again, I don't know what you're going to think about this chapter. Enjoy, ShellyMay
Human
Gradually, over time Sherlock began to touch her. Not in a sexual way as Molly had often fantasized about. No, these touches made Sherlock seem normal; brushing her hand when she handed him cups of coffee or files, bumping into her in the hallway, a hand on her shoulder or back when she needed comfort or needed to get out of the flat and he didn't deem it safe for her to go alone. He was still rude, childish and at times absolutely intolerable. Yet she was starting to be exposed to the Sherlock that John had lived with. Now that they weren't together only when he needed something they were starting to be exposed to the personality traits saved everywhere else. Then one day, as they looked over documents and maps and various other bits of information Molly saw something. At each of the places where Sherlock had taken down one part of the network or another there was a photo of a man. He looked ruthless and military.
"Sherlock, have you seen this? He's following you. He appears in surveillance footage a few day after you've been to each of these place." Molly said lining the pictures up on the coffee table.
"Oh, this is wonderful. Thank you Molly, this is the last detail I needed." He said excitedly clapping his hands before leaning over and kissing her on the mouth. It lasted a fraction of a second before he settled down and delved into his Mind Palace.
Later that night a sleepless Molly shuffled out to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and saw Sherlock slinking down the hallway. On impulse she left her tea and hurried after him, just as he opened the door she hugged him quickly and murmured a quick "I love you." before retreating to the kitchen and her tea.
She spent the next few days berating herself and becoming increasingly worried at his absence. Sherlock did not do emotions, or sentiment. At all. She'd probably scared him off with her declaration. So when in the middle of the night as she was tossing and turning unable to sleep and he slipped into her room sitting on top of the covers she immediately stiffened waiting for his harsh words.
So when he carefully laced his hand through hers and stroked her hair softly she thought she must be dreaming. "Molly, I struggle to deal with sentiment. I have spent a large amount of my life training myself to ignore it. However I care for you deeply, living with you has made me realize a lot of things about both you and myself. There is something that you must understand explicitly though and that is that I am asexual. I don't desire sex. However, I enjoy your company and find your intellect quite attractive."
"Okay." She murmured rolling over to snuggle up to him.
"Okay?" He voiced confusedly clearly expecting something entirely different. "No one has ever just accepted this about me before Molly."
"Sherlock, it's okay. I love you, sure I feel attraction for you at a physical level but that's not important. It's unsurprising that you're asexual considering the only time I've seen you show interest in anyone was with that Adler woman. I've never bothered to question your relationship with John as it's quite clear to me that that's a fraternal bond more than anything else. I'm happy with anything you have to offer." Molly told him carefully.
"Thank you Molly." His voiced rumbled in his chest as she rested her head on it.
"That's okay Sherlock, now would you mind staying in here tonight. You don't have to sleep or anything I just miss you." She asked looking up at him with big doe eyes.
"I'll be back in five minutes." He told her quietly slipping out the door.
She was just nodding off when she felt the covers move and weight on the other side of the bed. Rolling over she draped an arm across his chest as she rested her head on his shoulder.