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Chapter Four
Molly huffed & closed the door after him. She sighed at the mess in her room & quickly busied herself again, in sorting things out. After she was done, she quickly pulled out a pair of loose pajamas & bounded down the stairs.
"Did you order the dinner, Sherlock?"
"No."
"Will you please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No!"
"Fine!", she scowled as she picked up her phone & went to the kitchen to order herself a take away. She then scurried to the bathroom & sighed. She needed a good shower to sooth her mind & body. When she turned around, she gasped at the furnishing. The shower was big enough to hold a party in there, & had glass walls instead of a curtain. The bath tub had a white inner lining, pale gold side walls & clawed feet. She blinked rapidly at the claws & turned her attention to the rest of the bathroom. A normal basin with a two feet long slab on one side & a tall column of cabinets on the other, starting from the floor & ending...ending somewhere. And supported over the basin, on the wall was a large sparkling clean, mirror. She blinked at her awed reflection & grinned. She turned to the cabinets & looked at the cabinet at her eye level. She pulled open the glass door & let out a squeal of satisfaction. Her favourite shampoos, body soaps, body creams & what not.
"Like what you see?"
She jumped back at the sudden voice & bumped into the basin.
"Oh umm...well ye-No! I mean how am I going to decide whether to use the peach scent or the peach & rose scent or the honey & peach scent or-", she babbled uncomfortably.
"Use the honey & peach", he smirked as he folded his arms & leaned against the wall.
"Why?"
"You like it."
"How d-No I don't like it.", she kept a straight face. Need to change your strategy here, Molly! Hold your ground!
"Fine, do whatever you wish. I was just trying to make you feel more comfortable.", he drawled & walked out the bathroom.
She sighed & held her head in her hands, when he poked into the bathroom again.
"Molly?"
"What is it now?"
"Your bank says you've exceeded your monthly credit limit.", he tried to fight back a grin, failing miserably.
"But I haven't used it & you have m-", she stopped mid-sentence & growled with anger & frustration, "You didn't!"
"Yes I did.", he grinned devilishly & disappeared out the bathroom.
"Sherlock Holmes! You bloody bought the whole cosmetic store using my credit card!", she screamed & banged the bathroom door shut after him. She yanked her work clothes off of herself angrily & stomped to the shower, slipping slightly on the floor & letting out a loud frustrated groan. She slid the door of the shower open, loudly & closed it after her, making sure it screeched loud enough for Sherlock to hear.
After a quick, soothing shower, she stepped out of the shower & pulled out a white, fluffy towel & dried herself. She felt less angry, now that she had had a good, warm shower. Her brain was relaxed & busy planning a loud revenge.
Molly sat cross legged, in John's chair. Her food rested in her lap while she squinted at Sherlock, who was lying on the sofa. His head rested on one arm rest, while his feet on the other. He had his eyes closed & hands under his chin, forming a "V".
That was her que. She had asked the delivery man at the last minute to bring a dozen packets of crisps as well in exchange for a good tip.
Molly leaned down & retrieved a yellow packet from her feet & started rolling & punching the foil packet loudly. Sherlock groaned softly & scrunched up his nose in agitation, but kept his eyes closed. Molly smirked & ripped open the packet for her next childish stunt. She dipped her hand into the packet, retrieved a golden, crispy slice of the potato, brought it up to her mouth & bit into the crisp loudly. The crunching & munching of the crisp echoed around the room, & Molly chewing with her mouth open, didn't help at all.
Frustrated by the loud distraction, Sherlock growled & in one swift movement flung his legs off the couch, walked over to her and snatched the packet of crisps from her.
"Hey! No, that's mine! You take one from the kitchen!", Molly whined & tried to reach for the packet.
He held the packet away from her as he closed its ripped mouth & squeezed it, till the crisps were less of crisps & more of sandy crumbs. But Molly couldn't have dreamed what he did next, because that wasn't all. He gave her a toothy grin, opened the mouth of the packet & dumped the contents on her head. Her wet brown hair now looked less like hair and more of a nest with sticky, bird poop.
"Oops", Sherlock smirked.
*giggles* I was laughing so hard! Now I can't decide whether Molly should break his neck or his pinkie. I'll be back soon x :)