Hello my somewhat peeved readers. I promised I would post this fast and hopeful it was fast enough for you. Thank you for all the reviews because they were hilarious and I love them! Sherlock is a jerk, but I was the one who wrote it. So am I the jerk? Don't answer that. This chapter takes place three days after the kiss because Molly would not respond to Sherlock's texts. Go Molly! Anyway this is texts and a little story so enjoy.

Sherlock is bold and Molly is underlined.

Molly, please respond to my texts. –SH

I really do not want to talk to you right now.

I know what I did could constitute myself being, as John puts it "a terrible person", but I want to discuss the incident further.

Why? You kissed me and left. Nothing gets clearer than that.

It is not a simplistic as you are making it. I will be at your flat momentary and we will discuss.

Fine.

This relationship will never work. It will always end with Sherlock being rude, leaving and Molly would be left in pieces. Molly sat on her couch thinking these thoughts as she had no desire to see Sherlock, but very deep down she still wanted him. As she thought about the kiss when she cooled down somewhat, it was great and if he was not trying to escape she would have thought he really meant it. Her worst nightmare did come true, but it was accompanied by the horrific and magnificent kiss. That ambivalence was tearing Molly apart. Maybe Sherlock would explain himself or kiss her and leave again. Who knows? The knock of Sherlock and Molly's accompanying sigh filled the flat as Molly walked to the door. She opened the door to see a strange sight. Sherlock did not look himself. He was dressed like the consulting detective she knew, but his expression and posture was not him. He was slouched, he looked sad and she could tell he had not slept since last night which was nothing new.

"Hello," he said as if all the confidence he once owned was sucked out of him.

"Sherlock are you okay?" asked Molly as Sherlock's expression changed rapidly like someone flipped a light switch. He looked sternly at her and walked into the flat by-passing her completely. He flopped down on the couch as Molly was more confused as ever. Molly sat in a chair across from Sherlock as he stared at her in the same matter as before.

"I am fine," he spat as Molly frowned. She really did not want to deal with his black mood.

"Stop being rude and tell me the reason you are here," Molly spat right back as Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"As you deduced about my actions, I panicked. The reason for this was not because I was retracting my early statement about our relationship, but I was unsure about it. I needed time to evaluate it and I have," he said as fast as he would when he made a deduction. He had no emotional link to what he was saying.

"Then why did you tell me you wanted to date me in the first place?" Molly asked as Sherlock look annoyed.

"Because I did want to see you on a more regular basis, then I started to think about the times when I will be on a case. I would not be able to give you the attention in which a relationship requires," Sherlock said as Molly looked at him. He looked upset which she had only glimpsed at once. He was actually taking Molly's feeling into the equation. It was selfless of him and very unlike him.

"I know dating you will be odd and at times I will not see you, but are not worried that I would take up some of your time that is not devoted to your work?" Molly asked.

"Is that not what a relationship is? Taking valuable time of each other to be together. I understand that concept and I am fine with that, but I know that I will not give you what you want in a relationship," Sherlock frowned. Sherlock wanted to spend more time with Molly, but what he would offer would not be enough.

"How do you know what I want?" Molly asked.

"I guess I do not know exactly what you want," Sherlock shrugged.

"I want to be with you," Molly blurted out without thought. It was the truth, but she turned red instantly. She wanted Sherlock and she knew this relationship would be odd and confusing, but she was willing to take the risk even with what he did. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Yes, I want to be with you Molly Hooper," Sherlock admitted as Molly laughed. Sherlock looked at her quizzically as her laughing was strange. He finally admitted his feelings and she was laughing. She laughed that Sherlock had finally liked her and all these wonderful horrible things had to happen for them to be together. It was so unreal at this moment, Sherlock Holmes wanted her and all she could do was laugh.

"I am sorry," she kept laughing as Sherlock felt a little embarrassed that she was laughing at his statement. "I am just in a little shock." Sherlock frowned as Molly left her chair and sat right next to Sherlock and took his hand. He laced his fingers with hers and she looked right into his eyes.

"Are you absolutely certain you want to date me?" Molly asked to be absolutely certain.

"Yes," he said as Molly smiled.

"You are completely clueless to relationships, but we can be clueless together," she smiled as Sherlock felt happy with his decision as it felt right being near Molly.

"Are you going to kiss me or leave me here?" Molly challenged as Sherlock did not hesitate. He kissed her as Molly wrapped her arms around him and Sherlock did the same to her. Sherlock made sure that Molly knew he was serious as the kiss lasted much longer than the first. After they finally released Molly was anticipating for Sherlock to say something horrifying or just leave, but he was smiling at her.

"Was that satisfactory?" asked Sherlock smugly as Molly just kissed him again. She ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed as it was better than she had ever imagined. Sherlock did not want the kiss to end for it was exhilarating and surprising, but breathing became an issue. They released as all Molly could do was smile. Molly considered this to be their first kiss.

Yay first kiss! Well not technically their first kiss. Well this kiss is much better than the first. Well I sound like the 10th Doctor right now. This chapter takes place before Chapter 14 of The Adventures of Texting just to let you know. So John has no idea about this. Thank you for reading!