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They both settled onto the couch, and Sherlock held Molly's hand, giving it a light squeeze before speaking.

He chose his words as carefully as he could because he was aware he was lightheaded, maybe even drunk. "Do you remember The Dominatrix? Irene Adler?"

Molly narrowed her eyes and spoke slowly. "The woman you recognised from not her face?"

"Yes. That's her."

"Basically, the woman you recognised from her vagina," Molly stated.

Sherlock's eyes opened wide to hear such words coming from his sweet Molly. She was obviously angry, but who could blame her? Years after that Christmas, Sherlock was opening up the subject of The Woman, and anyone could guess it wasn't a good sign.

He sighed. "Please, Molly. You are not making this easy for me."

"Why are we even talking about her?" she asked, but she already knew the answer. There had to be something about her, right? But Molly had done the autopsy and this dominatrix had quite dead when Molly had left her.

"She's...not dead," he said, as if he had heard her thoughts.

There you go, Molly, she thought to herself, cursing under her breath. What you were afraid of became your reality. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath to control her mixed emotions. All of these feelings inside her were stirring up like boiling water, and she had no words to speak even though she wanted to say something.

Sherlock knew she wanted to say something but couldn't. So he kept talking. "I saved her life. Some terrorists captured her in Karachi and when I found out about it, I folllowed her there. Then I saved her life." He took a deep breath and watched Molly's changing facial expressions. She looked shocked at first, then sad, then shocked again. But there was this look in her eyes that made him realize she knew what was coming next. "We… spent the night together."

Molly's POV

It's been years, I reminded myself. They spent the night together years ago. It doesn't matter now. We are together, not them. I was jealous of that beautiful woman long ago but now I have no reason to be… Right?

I sighed and looked into his eyes. He was telling the truth, I could seet that. But I could also see the small beads of sweat on his forehead. He was not truly drunk, but he was not truly sober, either. Maybe that was the reason why he could speak so easily now. The normal Sherlock, in this situation, would have a hard time speaking his mind. In a way, I liked the fact that he was being sincere and opening up to me. On the other hand, I started feeling sick and I myself was sweating like him too.

I put my hands on my knees, trying to stop them from trembling so badly. Breathe in and out Molly, I thought to myself. Inhaling some air to my lungs, my foggy mind finally became clearer.

I cleared my throat before speaking again. "What happened in the past is in the past. Why are you telling me this now?" Please God, please don't let him give me the answer I know I'm going to hear. Please tell me something other than 'She came to London, and we met,' Sherlock. Please, Sherlock, please don't tell me that.

I looked into his eyes, waiting for his answer. I could see he was struggling for words, trying to choose the right words to say. Then he told me what I was yearning not to hear the most.

"She texted me three days ago, and we met."

I felt like the whole world just collapsed on me. I knew I was jumping to conclusions without hearing the rest of the story, but I didn't feel like hearing any more, to be honest. I felt dizzy, and now my whole body was trembling. I gulped loudly and looked at my shaky hands on my knees, trying to regain control of my own body. But the sick feeling I had in my stomach was just too much to bare. I knew if I didn't get myself together, I would vomit right onto the carpet any second.

Then Sherlock wiped a single tear that was falling down from my cheek with his thumb and leaned in closer. I stayed still because my body wouldn't let me get away from him. He kissed my lips ever so gently and I held my breath, trying not to focus on his beautiful lips. No. I have to hear the rest of his story.

"Sherlock," I whispered against his lips, and he sighed as he moved away from me slightly. I took a deep breath and used the last drop of courage I had to ask the question. "I need to know the truth: What happened when you met her?"

Sherlock's POV

I couldn't think completely straight, but it was easier to talk now. The alcohol in my system was actually working for my benefit, which was quite odd. I saw her trembling so badly and knew she understood what was going on immediately. Though it was not what she thought. Well… at least not all of it.

I watched her turn pale and noticed the teardrop on her cheek. I had to do something. But my mind was foggy and all I could think of was her thin, lovely lips. Then I remembered a few nights ago when I kissed those lips so violently. That made me remember how she scratched my bare back with her nails, screaming my name over and over as she reached her climax. Sherlock! Focus! I scolded myself, but I kept staring at her lips and leaned in closer. When I kissed her she didn't kiss me back, and I knew this wasn't the answer. Sex was never the answer. She deserved to know the truth, and I needed to get rid of this guilt building up inside me more and more with every passing second.

Then she asked me what I feared she would ask: "I need to know the truth: What happened when you met her?"

I licked my lips and tried to keep my voice steady as I went on telling the story. "We, uh, we met in a restaurant and then she… she invited me to her suite room. I went there…" I couldn't continue because I saw her eyes widen and knew I should have said it in a more… accurate way. I was quite the idiot for a person who was claiming to be a genius. "I swear, Molly, I swear on… on anything you want, nothing happened! I don't even know why I went there. I just… I couldn't…" …resist her charms was what I was actually going to say, but I managed to shut myself up right on time. At least I couldn't mess this up even more; she was already starting to hate me.

That's when she burst into tears. She was crying vehemently, and I had no idea how to soothe her. So I, stupid me, kept talking. "Molly, please, stop crying! We only kissed!" This made her cry even harder, her whole body shaking crazily.

I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her head to my chest, but she pushed me away immedieately. It hurt me as badly as if she had punched me in the stomach. I was losing her, I knew I was. Physical pain was nothing compared to this and in that moment, I wished she would just punch me and get it over with instead of crying her lungs out.

Then, I did the only thing I could think of doing in that moment: I grabbed her shoulders and shook her none too gently. She, frightened by my action, looked up at me with wide eyes, tears falling down her cheeks. I looked into her teary eyes. "You're going to listen to me. Yes, she kissed me and yes I kissed her back but it was only for a second. Then I came to my senses, Molly. I immediately stopped kissing her and threatened her not to contact me again. She might be a charming woman, but she isn't the woman I'm in love with."

Third-Person POV

Molly's tears stopped and she blinked rapidly. She thought she'd heard him wrong. He couldn't possibly have said that, right? She knew Sherlock cared deeply for her, he'd even said that to her himself, but she never knew he was in love with her. Was it really possible for Sherlock Holmes, the great genius who had no heart, to be in love with someone?

"You're… in love with me?" Molly asked him suspiciously. She knew she was being stupid. She'd heard everything he said: she'd heard him say he kissed The Woman back, and she'd absolutely heard him say she was a charming woman. But, just with one sentence he told her, she'd forgotten about all of rest of them.

Sherlock looked dumbfounded as he noticed what he'd said aloud. He'd finally admitted that he was in love with her out loud. And suddenly, it made him feel like that sentence just made things become more… real.

"Yes," he replied. He was still looking into her eyes, not once breaking his gaze.

Molly bit her lower lip lightly and nodded. "I… I need time," she said, and she stood up from the couch, making her way to the bedroom.

Sherlock followed her there and watched her as she quickly packed her purse. Sherlock wanted to stop her, say something to make her stay, but nothing came out of his mouth. He was wrong, he had made a mistake, and she was choosing to stay away from him for a while. He could understand that, of course. But he could not bear that. She had became an addiction for him, just like drugs, and now he couldn't let go of her. Watching her pack her purse and walk to the main door hurt him.

He followed her to the door, too. Molly turned around and faced him, still crying.

She opened her mouth to say something as Sherlock opened his mouth to protest to her leaving, but neither of them said anything. They both needed time, both needed to collect their thoughts. So, just like that, she left.

For the first time in his life, Sherlock felt heartbreak. It wasn't easy for him. Actually, it was the most terrible feeling he had ever experienced.

Then he didn't hear from her for a month.

Hi everyone! NO WORRIES, he's going to hear from her soon. They just need to make up their minds, you know? This was a rough process for their newly-relationship and everything couldn't just return back to normal immediately. But they kinda got over it and that's what matters.

From now on, there's going to be more happiness and more adventure! Stay tuned til next chapter (:

xoxo Louvreangel