Hiya! I really really want to thank all of the reviewers for reviewing!
The-Scorpio-Holmes-Sister-221B isn't he just cutest, stupidest, annoying sexy man! Argh!
Deductions-of-Sherlolly Oh she will! I roleplayed as Molly once & the sheer relief when Molly did manage to...well...SSHH!
yarnandahalfspinner, larnie & Rocking the Redhead Thankyou for reviewing!
Bucky5 I LOVE YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE OK! XOXOX Murder...? Very bad idea! Laxative...GOOD idea, but pampers...*giggles* I can't help imagine Mrs. Hudson washing the baby Sherlock! Aww! Adoooorable! x :)
"Oops", Sherlock smirked.
Molly gasped & sat frozen to the spot, her eyes wide with surprise at the audacity of the man.
"I just had a bath Sherlock...and you ruined my hair?!", she stood up & pressed her hands against his chest, pushing him away.
"I am on a case too. So I know it must be hard for you, but try not to disturb me?", he scowled at her as he sat down in his chair, steepling his hands under his chin.
"Sherlo-"
"Sshh!"
Molly scowled at him & lifted her hands to touch her hair. A soft whine escaped her mouth as her fingers scraped against the rough crumbly surface.
"Sherlock, how am I supposed to get this off?", she asked, oblivious to the fact that the consulting detective had already gone into his mind palace. When she didn't get a response from him, she looked at him. She sighed & leaned towards him as she curled her forefinger & middle finger. She angled her hand in front of his face & pinched his nose with her knuckles. When she didn't get the desired response, she pressed her knuckles together harder & tugged at his nose, hard enough for the man to tip forward & fall off his chair, onto the floor, face down with his arse flying in the air.
"Molly bloody Hooper!", he gasped onto the floor as he shifted his weight onto his hands and knees, trying to sit up, "You better run like a cheetah Molly, because you are in heaps of troub- Oww!", his skin near the nose stinged when he scowled. He sat back on the floor & leaned against his chair, cupping his nose in his hand gently.
"Doesn't look like it bu-oh!", she started opposing when Sherlock quickly got onto his feet & was after her. Molly squealed with surprise & ran in the direction of a random room. Being quiet smaller in size than him, she was quick enough to reach the room before him & slam the door shut behind her.
"Open the door, Molly!", Sherlock's voice boomed around her as she locked the door from the inside.
"Hell no!"
"You do as I say, Molly!", Sherlock growled & fumbled with door knob.
"Why the heck would I do as you say?!"
"Because that's my room!"
"Oh...", she gasped & looked around the surprisingly clean room, "You have a clean room, Sherlock?", she giggled, "It's nice."
"Your opinion is not needed! Now, open the door!", Sherlock hammered his fists on the door.
"Now now, it is lovely but...", she smiled as there was silence on the other side. She knew Sherlock was there, waiting with his ear planted onto the door, waiting for Molly to continue, "...but, it need an artistic touch", she smirked as she played with her French accent followed by loud howling & swearing from the other side of the door. She giggled & found a jug of water & a black ink pot on his bed side table.
"Why do you have an ink pot in here Sherlock?! What century are you from!", she laughed as she emptied half the ink into the water, swirling the two contents together with her forefinger. It had gone all quiet on the other side. The poor man must be tired. She giggled & tipped the jug over his bed, the black water spilling out of the jug's "V" mouth with a loud splash, onto the bed. The water in the jug was enough to turn his white bed sheet & pillow into grey, wet & unwelcoming bed.
"Eww...", she scrunched up her nose at the sight.
Suddenly, the door burst open & in came a bewildered & angry Sherlock.
"Like it?", she grinned & pointed at his bed.
"No", he whispered & stepped towards her, slowly.
"But it's cleaner than my hair and I-uh…Sherlock?", she whispered when she realized he had walked her back against the wall.
"Sherlock...?", Molly whispered again when he didn't reply, her voice mingled with worry. Sherlock dipped his head lower & cupped her face, tilting it towards him. His other hand went into her ruined hair & massaged her scalp softly. Molly unwillingly leaned towards him & bit on her bottom lip. Sherlock moved one of his hands into his pocket quickly & brought out something shiny, followed by a loud snap.
"Huh…wh-what was that…", Molly barely whispered, her mind going blank.
"Got it", Sherlock murmured, barely inches away from her lips.
"G-Got what?", Molly stammered. Sherlock smirked & pulled his hand away from her & held it up.
"Your hair to experiment on", he pulled away from her with a satisfied smirk as he walked back to the living room, swishing her detached mane in his hand.
I can't help but make Sherlock get Molly so angry, so angry & SO ANGRY, that she...she...umm well phhhfffttt! :P Please do review x :)