Here is another chapter for all you lovelies! Thanks for all the R&R's! Keep em coming!
Sherlock turned to John. Obviously Sherlock had no idea why he should be embarrassed. John just stood there, jaw agape. They stared for a long time then finally John closed his mouth and went over to Sherlock. He clapped Sherlock on the back and began to laugh, "Sherlock? Were you really just snogging Molly? Or was i imagining things? GOd! You were snogging Molly!" His face suddenly got serious.
"Sherlock? You better not be just pulling on her heart strings. She is too good for you and the fact that she has loved you for nine years is way beyond me. She loves you and you probably wont love her back. Ever. She needs to know that."
Sherlock tilted his head in a questioning manner. "That's where your wrong, my dear John. I think i am beginning to show sentiment to my pathologist. Whether that proceeds to love, the future can only tell. John I have also been aware of Molly's growing interest in me and have times used it to gain access to bodies or equipment and a feeling inside of me is churning. If i didn't know any better i would say it was guilt. And to the point of telling her i will never love her that would be a lie. And for once in my life i do not feel the need to lie." Sherlock straighened his back and went into his room to change.
John entered the kitchen noticing Molly was making breakie. She had her clothes from yesterday on and her hair was rumpled after a long, yet fitful, sleep. She had the radio tuned to an oldies station and was dancing around the kitchen looking for things. John just sat in the background and watched. If she knew he was there she would probably freak? John continued to admire his friend in one of the happiest moments of her life. Then Sherlock came down the stairs.
He brushed past John and entered into the living room. He didnt say hello or good morning. He just layed down on the couch and steepled his hands. John turned to see Molly blush and turn the music off. SHe hurried with coffee and made it just to Sherlock's liking. Black. Two sugars. She brought it to Sherlock's still form. She set it on the table and moved his feet off the couch and sat down. SHe set his feet on her lap and began to stroke his calves. He jerked his legs up to his chest, about knocking her in the chin. She sat up flustered, grabbed her purse and walked out of the apartment, yelling obscene remarks to Sherlock the whole way out.
John stared at Sherlock in disbelief. Sherlock looked up not understanding what he had done wrong. "Oh Sherlock," muttered John, "you are such an idiot."