A/N: Hi guys, back again, chapter 2. Sorry it's a bit late, I'm on my holiday in Spain, so the phrase 'manaña' is very applicable to when and how food is served. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.
SM ;-D
Chapter 2:
"Hello Molly." He replied. He turned to face me.
"H...h..how did you get in?" I asked. I held my breath, expecting some snide remark about my intelligence and how my ordinary brain couldn't work it out myself.
"Your bedroom window was open, for your cat I presume." He simply replied. I released the breath I had been holding.
"Oh, of course, I'm so stupid." I stuttered, turning away from him and heading towards the kitchenette.
"You're not you know." He mumbled
"I'm sorry?" I asked. Stopping, thinking I had heard it incorrectly.
"I said, you're not stupid, Molly." He announced.
"Oh, t...t...thanks, I think." I muttered, looking at him for a moment and then turning away. Walking into the kitchen I set myself to work, preparing Sherlock something to eat and drink. Suddenly I heard a strong base then the lyrics "I like 'em big, I like 'em chunky. I like 'em big, I like 'em plumpy..." I launched myself into the living room and attempted to take the remote of Sherlock.
"Sherlock please turn it off. Please, Sherlock, you don't want to listen to this." I pleaded, now sat on his lap trying to grab the remote that was now held in his hand as far away from me as possible. The song continued "I like 'em round, with somethin', somethin'."
"Please Sherlock. Just give it here." I giggled, climbing all over him trying to get the remote. He started giggling, his baritone laughter vibrating in his chest. This only fuelled my laughter, causing me to laugh harder. Despite this we still continued fighting over the remote, rolling about on the sofa. Sherlock was still winning, his body pinned mine underneath his, remote now forgotten it was strewn across the room and sat under the coffee table in the middle of the room.
The laughter stopped, and were still entwined on my sofa, Sherlock's icy eyes burning into mine. During the battle for the remote my hands were in his hair and were massaging his scalp. I now noticed his dark curly locks were back and it was as silky as it looked. He groaned, closing his eyes.
"Molly." He warned, opening his eyes.
"Oh, S...S...Sherlock, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise." I stuttered, untangling my fingers from his tresses.
"I didn't mean stop." He purred, his eyes darkened.
"Right, erm, okay." I replied, intertwining my fingers with his hair again and massaging his scalp.
"Molly?" Sherlock asked, placing his hands either side of my face and caressing the bit of hair that curled around the side of my face.
"Yes Sherlock." I whispered staring through my eyelashes at him, my fingers tightening on his scalp.
"Can I kiss you?" He said, searching my eyes for the answer.
"Wait, what?" I gasped, shocked at what he just said.
"Do I have to repeat myself? You heard what I said perfectly alright, you are just second guessing me."
"Yes, I mean, you may kiss me." I said, stumbling over the words. He leaned towards me, I could feel his warm breath dancing across my skin. Then his lips touched mine, it started of as a whisper but it was building.
It felt like hours after we broke apart, chests heaving, pulse raised.
"Wow, that was..." Sherlock tried to speak but couldn't find the words, almost as if his brain has stopped and the machine was silenced.
"Yeah, erm, right. Y..y...y...you need food Sherlock, I will just go and..." I stuttered, pulling myself off Sherlock and heading back into the kitchen to reheat the left over Thai green curry that I left last night. When I placed it in the microwave I just stood there, my right hand touching my swollen lips and my brain attempting to contemplate what had just happened. Then I heard the patter of foot steps and when I looked up a rather messy looking consulting detective stared back.
"So, erm, is Thai green curry okay?" I asked, attempting to sound nonchalant about it, sadly it only came out squeakier and more mouse like.
"That will be acceptable," he replied, still staring at me like I was the dinner. Luckily the microwave went ping so I could turn away and not have to face Sherlock analysing me after what had just happened. I grabbed the tea towel from the oven and grabbed the plate. I placed it on a tray, with cutlery, and removed the cling film.
"There you go. I need to sleep, erm, just please eat it Sherlock, for me. Night." I mumbled already halfway out of the kitchenette.
I was almost asleep when the creaking of a door roused me from the purgatory state I was in. To my surprise the creaking of my opening door wasn't caused by a small fluffy creature, but instead a rather large curly haired man-child.
"May I?" He said, removing his clothes strategically.
"Of course, " I said without hesitation, shifting over slightly so he could slide into the bed easier.
"Thank you, Molly." and the rustling of a duvet was all I heard before drifting to sleep, because for the first time in a long time, I felt at peace.
A/N: The lyrics of the song was from Madagascar 2 and was Moto Moto :-D