Wordless Seduction

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She was alone.

Molly glared down at the dark brown liquid which held her reflection. She had lost count on the many cups of coffee she had already consumed within the last hour and a half. What was she expecting, she thought. Sherlock was probably off doing what he did best. Being a consulting detective with his trusty side-kick John Watson!

Molly groaned and looked down at her watch: 11:00PM.

She had ended her shift at the morgue early; due to the fact her colleagues noticed the exhausted and depressed look she wore all day. They made the mistake in thinking that the new Mrs. Holmes was starting to miss her husband. The thoughts of married bliss ran rampant through-out their brains. It was somewhat sickening in just how far from the truth the whole thing was.

Without hesitation she took off as soon as her boss gave her the thumbs up.

He had done it again, Molly mused on the way back to the flat on Baker Street. Sherlock Holmes had fooled everyone into thinking that they were going at it each night. Soaking up the ever glorious intimacy between man and wife. In the minds of the female employees at St. Bartholomew's, Molly was doing good the one man that kept interjected himself into their fantasies each and every day.

Oh, don't get her wrong. Molly would have loved to have some sort of connection with Sherlock. If only... he'd let her get even two feet close to him. How many nights had it been since their wedding weeks long ago? How many nights had she slept in Sherlock's bed sans a handsome Sherlock... how many SLEEPLESSnights had she have to endure?

"Don't bother, Molly." Sherlock had tried to reassure her when she noticed him making camp on the living room's old and antique couch. That same night she could barely sleep. It didn't help that the man she had pined for all these years was literally molesting her senses with his... bed... his room entirely. Everything was just... Sherlock Holmes. Everything smelled of Sherlock bloody Holmes

His bed had the majority of his scent. And it provoked rather... sensual dreams about a certain male.

12:52AM.

The door creaked as it opened, and Molly quickly stood, her eyes wide and expecting, breath hitching in her throat.

"You should be asleep." Sherlock's deep voice pierced the silence and his light blue eyes struck Molly right where it hurt the most.

"I-I..." Molly stuttered and looked down at her hands; she was still holding the coffee cup. "I thought we could have dinner." Her voice came out softly and she looked down somewhat embarrassed. It was very hard not to add the word 'together' to the sentence. If she did... she knew it'd upset him.

"Alright... " Sherlock began to remove his coat and revealed the deep purple button up shirt that Molly had secretly favored. The look he gave his wife had her gaping at him like a fish.

"Oh... Oh!" Molly stirred from the shock and began to frantically move around the small kitchen. She had cooked honey glazed ham and seasoned vegetables. The ham she bought, while the vegetables were what was left in the small fridge. Sherlock had done well in cleaning and sanitizing the kitchen before he acquired his wife. He wasn't completely heartless...

"It looks divine." The monotone way he said the words made the ginger haired woman smile. She took it as a compliment—regardless of how it was said.

"I... hope you like it." Molly said softly, sat opposite of her husband, and watched him eye the neat portion she had placed on his plate.

If one thing could be said about Molly, it was the fact that her cooking was refreshing. Sherlock nodded his head at the taste of real food and swallowed. In the past, he had either spent the day without food or Mrs. Hudson would sneak in and make him a rather amazing feast to last him a week... that, and when John moved in, the doctor would always cook for the both of them.

"Well, I must say..." Sherlock placed his elbows on the table, clasped his hands together and began to lean towards his wife. Poor Molly couldn't breathe. This was just too... much. Most of what Sherlock said fell on deaf ears as she stared back at him.

The light above seemed to enhance the detective's sharp features, icy blue eyes, and deep colored hair. He looked absolutely... jaw-dropping, fan girl raving, heart stopping, drop dead gorgeous. The deep purple shirt he wore slightly unbuttoned didn't help in the least!

"... with all that said. I'll do the cleaning up." Sherlock stood and began to clear the table. Molly sat stock still in her chair.

One thing that Sherlock held over his wife was the fact he could seduce her without having to use words. One look was all it took. Just the mere attention he gave her with his eyes was all it took for Molly nee Hooper to see stars.

"Good-night, Sherlock." Molly didn't wait to hear her husband wish her a good night's sleep. She had to escape. She had to escape into the sensory molestation of that infernal room she resided in.

Maybe if his wife had turned around she'd see the victorious look smeared all over the detective's face. "I think I'll continue this experimentation a little bit longer." He said to himself all the while pouring coffee into a small cup.

The night didn't go so smoothly for Molly as it did for Sherlock.

Her head was filled to the brim of her husband. Her head began to hurt. Her heart ached. Her body was on pins and needles. Every time she would close her eyes, his face would abruptly pop up and he would slowly smile back at her. He was taunting her, she knew in the back of her mind.

"Married bliss," Molly sarcastically said and gripped the white sheets around her. She inhaled deeply and softly moaned. Had she mentioned just how gloriously musky and erotic his bed smelled? One couldn't achieve such a strong smell unless... one slept... naked.

Oh, heaven have mercy!

Sherlock needn't torment his wife... she was already doing that bit all by herself.

I blame my inner fan girl for... this chapter. It helped a bit too much and the visualizations I got by the end gave me 'feelz'. Major props to the Sherlolly and Benedict Cumberbatch fandom for destroying all of my rationality and soul. It's not healthy to look at Benny's face for hours on end... NOPE.

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