I'm so so sorry. Life is still a total mess. I had planned on finishing this fic quickly, but my plans were thrown out the window. Also I haven't really been interested in doing much, but urge came back a bit so I made some time to write this chapter. I know the end is a tease but originally it was only the John part. The next part takes some time so I just wanted to get SOMETHING published. Also formatting might be messy, I'm on a mobile device. Also why Im not replying tomany comments. It's a pain. And I didn't edit much. Sorry if this is going downhill in terms of editing quality. A beta would be useful but I'm not sure how they work...
He was distant all day. They watched a movie and snuggled, but nothing more. Molly appreciated his presence and soon forgot about the movie. She could feel his heart beating slowly against her back. Hi warm heat seeped into her. She'd never imagined he'd be this warm and cozy. Everything she knew about him had indicated otherwise.
One of his arms curled tightly around her. His fingers were clenched slightly around the fabric of her shirt. She found herself becoming lost in his calm presence and soon, she was asleep.
Sherlock noticed and turned off the tv. He untangled himself from her and carried her to her bed. He left a short note and left the flat.
"221B Baker St," he told the cab.
He entered silently. heard him though. It was like she had been waiting for him. He shushed her and went up the stairs. He hesitated for a moment and then opened the door. He walked in like nothing had happened.
John was sitting, reading in his chair. He stood up immediately.
"Sherlock, you're back. What happened? Where the bloody hell have you been? Well, you were at Molly's, but why the hell couldn't I see you? Why were you even there?" He threw the newspaper onto the coffee table.
"It's none of your business."
"None of my business?" John's nostrils flared. "None of my business? Your brother was worried sick-"
Sherlock scoffed.
John clenched his fist and stood straighter. "You relapsed," he stated in a flat voice that contradicted everything else.
"Yes," Sherlock admitted and started walking towards his room. "I am clean now. No need to worry about another drugs bust."
John grabbed his arm before he could walk away. His eyebrows slanted inward, and the corners of his lips faltered for a second before settling for a frown. "I'm not worried about another drugs bust. I'm worried about you."
"I'm... fine. I'll be fine, John. Now if you'll excuse me. I'd like to get my violin."
"You're leaving?" John loosened his grip.
"Molly did take the week off for me."
"Molly... What's this business with Molly anyways?"
"Business?" Sherlock chuckled. "I wouldn't call it business."
Sherlock disappeared into his room and came out with a violin case and a small backpack.
"Sherlock."
Sherlock had almost reached the door.
"Sherlock," John said more sternly. "You need to explain."
"Explain what? I relapsed. I didn't want to stay here. Memories, you know. I'll be back soon."
"Oh." John knew he was lying, but said nothing else. It was obvious Sherlock wasn't going to confide in him. Molly it was then. "Don't take advantage of her," John warned him as he left.
Sherlock closed the door behind him and smirked. That hadn't been as bad as he thought.
"So how did it go?"
"Great."
"...What did he say?" Molly gripped his arm.
"Nothing important?"
"Did you tell him about us?"
"Not exactly."
"Am I going to have to make you repeat the conversation word by word?"
"He was confused and then I believe I confused him further by alluding to our relationship."
She smiled at his use of the word. "Fine, you've lucked out. I have some paperwork to fill out. I took the week off but apperantly people didn't stop dying and there was no one else to do this."
"I wanted..."
"What?"
"Playing the violin... produced a variety of interesting ideas to... experiment on."
Molly could almost see him blushing.
"Come here."
Sherlock did. Molly pulled him down to her level on the coach and kissed him raw for a moment, then just as quickly let him go. He looked tousled and confused.
"I'm busy now, go play some more, it's calming. Some Bach would be nice."
Sherlock pouted but proceeded to play a few songs for her. Five songs later he stopped.
Molly was too absorbed in her work to notice him walking towards her with a wicked grin. He climbed over the back of the coach and crouched behind her.
"What are you doing?" She asked, her eyes still intent on all the paperwork splayed across the coffee table.
"I had another brilliant idea." He sat behind her, with her body between his legs.
Molly groaned. "Is it solved-a-case brilliant or microwave-eyeballs brilliant?"
"Better." His voice dropped a few octaves.
"I have work."
Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder.
"I'm going to seduce you..." He whispered in her ear.
Please don't hate me. I swear I'll finish it eventually. As for any requests people have made on my tumblr (same username) I will also get to those soon.