As promised, more Sherlock and Molly interaction.
Warning: The rated T plays into this chapter with drug references and slight sexual innuendos. Let me know if the rating is appropriate.
Molly arrived at her flat to the most horrendous odor. A white smoke was emanating from the kitchen. The sight was worse than the smell. The kitchen table was littered with vials and beakers and powder. A Bunsen burner was busy on the counter along with more vials and bowls and unmarked bags that Molly could only speculate as to the contents. A trail of powder started from the edge of the table to the hallway and presumably to the bathroom which was all Molly could imagine.
"What the bloody hell?"
"Bored," was all Sherlock could manage as he stirred a pasty mixture in one of Molly's ceramic bowls: her great-grandmother's bowl from Holland.
Molly took a deep breath and determined to give Sherlock a good scolding. As she began, Sherlock looked up, and seeing the fury in her eyes, darted to her side and planted a kiss on her cheek. His lips were soft and warm, and although the kiss might have been a mere second, it was as if time had stopped for much longer. Molly's adrenaline surged, her pupils dilated and her words trailed off into incomprehensible gibberish.
"I am so happy you are back," he commented almost genuinely.
Molly did not even need the feigned kind words. He had her at the kiss which she still felt resonating warmly on her cheek. The last kiss she had received from him was a thank you and a kind of goodbye. She never imagined that she would be privy to another one, and especially not in her kitchen.
"Do not be alarmed, it is not Molly or anything that I could consume for pleasure," Sherlock winked and chuckled to himself at the double entendre.
Molly was a little horrified that he would use an electronic dance scene drug to pun with her name which he also thought would be unwise to partake in. As she thought about it, still feeling the effects of the kiss, she began to become irritated once again. Why did Sherlock always have to make her feel horrible about herself then dismiss it all away with a smile or a compliment, and now brief physical contact. Two people could play at this game.
"So, you are saying that I would give you pleasure?" Molly's voice cracked with the word pleasure.
Sherlock looked up slightly confused. He was definitely not anticipating those words coming from Molly Hooper. He had a few options for his response. He could dismiss it with a wave and continue on with his experiment which may just shut her up. He could give her a sarcastic and witty reply that may or may not shut her up. Or, he could be brutally honest and leave her in a state of mush at which she could start crying, run out of the room, or become frozen in horror, but all of which would leave her speechless. He weighed the options and decided to go with brutally honest; he owed her that much. Their relationship was about to change.
Author's Note: I knew I wanted to tie in the drug reference from the start of the story because as I was researching my title and the most prevalent Google search result was about the drug Molly of which I was clueless about before this search. Some say it is a hodgepodge of Meth and other substances, and some say it is another form of ecstasy. They all say it is tied to the EDM scene. Now, Sherlock's drug addiction is a backstory that may or may not be addressed in the writings, but I felt it was warranted in this story. I do not make light of drug use as my own community has a real problem with Meth use, and I see the horrible repercussions on the children of addicts. The title will play into the themes of longing, fulfillment, and finding meaning in our lives. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I truly loved writing it.