Hello, my cool readers! Yes, my adjective is lame. This story is the morning after the fight. Thank you for the reviews, follows and favorites! You guy are the real. For all you people reading dellastreet's story, she is not post today. Sad face. Wellll Allony-s!
Sherlock did not sleep. He did not need rest or food. Molly's rejection was puzzling him and he had to solve it. He was in his mind palace all night going over every detail of the fight. He already knew her reasons as to why she was upset with him. He wanted to find the perfect solution for his small mistake. Sherlock looked at his watch noticing it was the time that Molly would be getting up for work. Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf and ran out of the flat. He could not think about Molly all day, he had to apologized to her before she got to work.
The cab ride was fast as he arrived at Molly's exactly the time he planned.
He buzzed her flat as her soft voice said, "Hello."
"I am here to apologize." Sherlock said simply as he heard Molly sigh.
"Fine," Molly said as she really did not want to talk to him, but he would stay until she had to leave the flat. It would be better to deal with him now then later on. Sherlock was let into the building as he made his way to her flat. Sherlock's stomach went into knots again as he hated the feeling. It was not natural for him to feel this way about anything. The solution was to apologize to Molly. Sherlock knocked on the door as Molly opened the door. Molly was not going to let him into the flat. She knew he would try to kiss her and that would be his apology. Not this time.
"Hello Molly, you look very lovely today. Are you going to let me in?" Sherlock asked as Molly stood between Sherlock and her flat.
"No," Molly said as she looked at her shoes. Molly was being apprehensive as her eyes were not on him. Sherlock moved closer to Molly as he looked down at her and she kept her head down.
"Please, Molly." Sherlock whispered as he placed his hand under her chin and gently lifted her head, so she would look at him. "I am sorry for what I said. I know what I said was harsh, but you have become a distraction. I went to the conclusion that I did not need a distraction from my work. I should not have thought that. You are a distraction, but a distraction I want." Molly looked at Sherlock as he was being very sincere. Molly was still mad, no matter how good his apology was and how good he looked.
"I hate that you say those things to me. I thought once we were dating everything would change, but it is the same," Molly said.
"It is not the same. You know I want to be in a relationship with you," Sherlock said as he kept his eyes locked on Molly.
"You saying that you had no desire to see me, does not say you want to be with me," Molly said as she moved away from Sherlock.
"Delete that. Please. I am truly sorry for what I said and I do not want to hurt you," Sherlock pleaded as he grabbed Molly's hand before she walked into her flat. Molly faced Sherlock as he saw how raw his emotions were. She had never witnessed Sherlock like this.
"I forgive you Sherlock, but I can't be with you right now," Molly said as Sherlock's eyes widen in shock.
"Why? I meant everything I said," Sherlock questioned.
"I need time to think. Goodbye Sherlock," Molly said as she shut the door behind her and instantly started to cry.
The next day Sherlock was bored. He had done some experiments yesterday, but it went awry and Mrs. Hudson banned him from conducting any experiments today and even took away his skull because of his foul mood. Sherlock needed something to do to keep his mind off of Molly. She was not returning his phone calls or text messages. She did not need time, Sherlock knew she need him and he needed her. That is what he decided. Molly was important.
Sherlock went to Bart's as he told John it for an experiment, but it was really just to see Molly. He walked through the hospital and walked to the mortuary. He saw Molly taking notes. She had her hair put in a bun, he preferred her hair down, but she still looked good. Sherlock walked into the mortuary and Molly looked up from her paper work.
"No," Molly said immediately as he walked to her.
"I thought you forgave me for my earlier comment," Sherlock said.
"Of course I have, but I also said I need time away from you," Molly said.
"That is doing neither of us any good," Sherlock said as Molly sighed. Sherlock did not look like the man she saw yesterday. He had not slept or ate and he looked desperate. Molly had been crying since the fight and she knew Sherlock could tell. Molly still needed time to evaluate everything.
"I need time, Sherlock. Please leave," Molly pleaded as Sherlock frowned.
"I apologized for what I said. You should not be cross with me," Sherlock said.
"Sherlock leave please," Molly said as tears were forming in her eyes. She hated that she loved this man and how clueless he was to her emotions. She wanted Sherlock to say that he wanted to see her and even in a bad mood he would still want her. His comment was justification to the fact that she was not his girlfriend, but a fair weather girlfriend.
"Fine," Sherlock sneered as he left Bart's in a fouler mood than before.
Molly was exhausted as she flopped herself down on her couch. Work would have been better if Sherlock did not make an appearance. She got herself a glass of wine so maybe she could relax, but as soon as she sat back down there was a knock on the door. Sherlock. She knew it was him. Time was not in his vocabulary then. She went to the door and opened it.
"MOLLY!" Sherlock yelled as he instantly hugged Molly. Molly squeaked out of shock as she smelt alcohol on his breath. Sherlock let go of Molly and walked into her flat. Molly shut the door still trying to figure out what was transpiring.
"Sherlock have you been drinking?" Molly asked as she walking into her living room and found Sherlock's coat, scarf, shoes and suit jacket on the floor. Sherlock was sitting on the couch smiling.
"Yes, only to prove that John was wrong," Sherlock said as he kept smiling. Molly sat next to Sherlock as he kept smiling at her and then he would send a text. He is going to regret those texts in the morning.
"Why are you here?" Molly asked. Even with Sherlock being drunk and in a very good mood, Molly was still cross with him.
"I missed you sooo much," Sherlock slurred as he scooted closer to her, "You are so pretty. I have always thought that, but I never said it." Was he saying this because he was drunk or was his drunkenness got rid of his emotional filter? Molly was not certain, but she needed to get John here. Sherlock had his phone out texting John as Molly tried to reach for the phone, but Sherlock was too fast.
"No!" Sherlock said as he held his phone close and sent another text message.
"Please Sherlock, I have to tell John you are here," Molly pleaded as Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"John will take me home. I do not want to go home," Sherlock said as he sat closer to Molly. He looked at her with glazed eyes and leaned in. Molly wanted to move away, but Sherlock was already kissing her before she knew it. He tasted like alcohol, which was not so pleasant, but Molly took advantage of his lack of focus and took his phone from his hands while they were kissing. Sherlock went to kissing Molly's neck softly. Molly breathed deeply as she kept telling herself that he was only doing this because he was drunk.
"Sherlock please," Molly moaned as she pushed Sherlock back. She sent a quick text to John, hoping he could take care of drunken Sherlock.
"Are you still mad?" Sherlock said as he frowned at her. "I really like you Molly. I was so mad at myself that I took it out on you. I want to be with you, it was horrible without you." Sherlock was making sense. He was drunk, but everything he was saying Molly wanted believed to be real.
"I want to believe you, Sherlock. I am no mad at you anymore, but you are drunk," Molly said as she hoped Sherlock would say something, but he instead kissed her deeply. Sherlock might have been drunk, but he was not sloppy kissing her. Molly started to believe that the alcohol was just lowering his inhibitions and not making him a different person. John was texting her that as well. Molly backed off from Sherlock as he traced her face with his fingers. Molly wanted to be lost in the moment, but he was drunk.
"Sherlock, how much have you had to drink?" Molly asked as Sherlock started to plant kisses on her cheeks.
"Does not matter right now. You should take a picture of me!" Sherlock yelled as Molly wanted to remember the goofy grin on his face. Molly got Sherlock mobile and took the picture. Sherlock took it back, smiled at the photo and then gave the mobile back to Molly. Molly knew he would delete it in the morning.
"I have missed you running your hands through my hair," Sherlock admitted as he lie down on the couch and placed his head on Molly's lap. Molly did enjoy running her fingers through his soft hair. She missed a lot about Sherlock during their fight. She never thought they would be together after Sherlock's comment or Sherlock ever getting drunk. She texted John again, but Sherlock grabbed it before she could read John's response. Sherlock started to send texts as Molly read them as he sent them. Sherlock started to close his eyes as she played with his hair. She then saw a text from John asking Sherlock to give the phone to Molly.
Molly grabbed the phone from Sherlock who did not resist. John asked if he needed to pick Sherlock up. Molly knew Sherlock would be going to sleep soon and he was not that bad. She wanted to tell John that she forgave Sherlock, but the morning would bring more light to their relationship. Molly stopped texting John as she thought Sherlock was asleep. She moved gently away, but as soon as she got up she felt Sherlock pulling her down. Molly was more than willing to lie next to Sherlock as they were both on their sides looking at each other.
"You are beautiful," Sherlock said as he kissed her passionately. He had one arm wrapped around Molly keeping her from falling on the couch and his other hand in her hair. Molly knew she had to stop. She did not want to take advantage of Sherlock being drunk. Molly turned her head as Sherlock groaned at her release.
"I am sorry Sherlock, but you are drunk. We can talk in the morning," Molly said as she went to her room. She sat on her bed, hoping Sherlock would not regret what he did.
Drunk Sherlock… yeah that was fun to write. Thank you for reading!