A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and BBC.
A kick to the bedroom door made them panic so bad. Sherlock was never a person to panic but he had to save Molly. Sherlock was the one who got her into this mess and if something bad happened to her, he was responsible of it.
"I hear you two breathing there, Sherlock!" the man shouted. "I'm coming in— "Then there was another gun shot.
Sherlock, knowing he wasn't capable of anything at the moment, wrapped his arms around Molly once more, pulled her closer. He made her put her head on his chest, covering her eyes with his hand. "Everything's going to be okay." Was the last thing Molly heard before fainting in his arms.
John and Sherlock were having one hell of a quarrel when Molly's eyes slowly opened. She blinked a few times to figure out where she was. She totally didn't remember what happened, how she ended up in this unfamiliar place and when John came. That's when her eyes opened wide. John was there, with them. With Sherlock.
"How could you not tell me you were alive?!" John yelled at him with his loudest voice.
"I didn't want to involve you to this mess I'm dealing with!" Sherlock yelled back.
John took a step closer to him and poked him in the chest. "But you involved Molly, is that what you're saying?!"
"She helped me fake my death, that's all. I didn't plan the rest." Sherlock snapped at him.
Molly stood up from the bed and coughed to get their attention. They both turned their heads to her and Sherlock—much to both of their surprise—made his way to her immediately.
"Are you okay?" he asked as he put a hand on her shoulder, caressing it gently.
Molly shivered. "Ye—yes. I guess I am."
John was watching everything silently. He was just standing there, observing what was going on in front of him. He was pretty surprised because he never saw Sherlock like this. Sherlock, for the first—or second time—in his life, was caring for someone. The worried expression he held was not something you could see everyday. And it was for Molly. The mousy pathologist he never paid attention to.
Sherlock's hand was on Molly's shoulder and her hand was on his arm, holding it tightly. Sherlock's free hand, after a few seconds, touched her right cheek. With that light touch, she felt like she was on fire and she immediately looked up to see Sherlock's blank face. Like always, he was hiding his feelings. He was acting cool. But it wasn't to hide his feelings. He was actually just trying to act cool so that Molly would feel safe. After all that happened, she must have been in quite a shock.
"Did I faint? I don't remember much really." Molly whispered. She didn't remember anything after the guy outside said that he was coming in. And actually, she didn't want to remember anyway.
"Yes, you fainted. But you don't need to worry, Molly, those were taken care of." Sherlock said softly.
"Taken care of—"
John finally interrupted their privacy. "By me. Taken care of by me. I came to the house and a few seconds later Lestrade came with his man. We immediately went upstairs and found that guy shooting at the bedroom door. We took care of him specially, and his men are under arrest. That guy though, his name's Sebastian Moran, will be at the court tomorrow. I think he's one of Moriarty's men."
"Moran is most likely to be Moriarty's right-hand man." Sherlock said after John was finished explaining. But all these explanations were a little too much for Molly to handle. After all, even for a short time period, he dated that psychopath called James Moriarty. Or Jim from IT you may say.
"I… I am…" she tried to find the right words to say, she really did. Yet, she couldn't come up with anything.
John smiled warmly at her when he saw her attempts to say something. "It's okay Molls. Everything's okay now. You don't need to worry about anything." Then he looked at his watch and gasped. "Oh my God! I'm going to be late for my date with Mary. Sorry guys, but I better go." He said and grabbed his coat from the couch. "But that doesn't mean I'm done with you here, Sherlock." He shouted while leaving the two of them alone in the room.
Molly and Sherlock shared a look then.
"You know, he actually is really pissed." Molly said, smiling a little bit.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Deducting the obvious has always been your thing, Dr. Hooper."
Molly put her hands on her hips. "Oh, really?"
Sherlock laughed at her pose and she poked him in the chest. "Shut up!" But that didn't stop Sherlock from laughing and he kept laughing all the way home.
It was already evening. Lestrade and John and Mary had just left, after a good make-up dinner they all had. The dinner was obviously Molly's idea but Sherlock appreciated it. When he explained his reasons about not telling them that he was alive, they all nodded their heads in agreement. Being known as dead was the only logical option 6 months ago. Now, it was not needed. Because it was now certain that Moriarty was gone for good. And after yesterday's incident, his men were out of the question too. It was a big relief for everyone.
Molly was washing the dishes when Sherlock came into the kitchen, sneaking up behind her.
"What are you doing?"
Molly would actually feel scared but she was used to Sherlock scaring people like this, so it didn't affect her much. "Sneaking up on me again, huh?"
Sherlock grinned. "Seems like you got used to it."
Before Molly could say anything, Sherlock put his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. Molly was surprised so she just couldn't say anything.
"I'm so tired." Sherlock explained.
That's when Molly turned off the water and turned around to face Sherlock. "You haven't slept for a long time Sherlock, of course you are tired."
"So are you." He said and took her hand. He was leading her to his bedroom, yet she had no idea of that.
"Where—where are we… What are you doing?" she asked, becoming more and more red every second.
"I'm not going to let you sleep alone tonight. You may have nightmares which is quite natural after what we've been through. Plus, I don't want to be alone either." He honestly explained, still holding her hand while walking.
When they came to the bedroom, he closed the door behind them and immediately pulled her closer. Their lips touched for a moment but then Molly stopped him by putting her hands on his chest. "I—I'm… I need to take a shower." Was the only excuse she could find at that moment. She hadn't had so many boyfriends before and she only had sex once in her life.
"We can take a shower together." Sherlock suggested.
Molly's eyes widened with shock. Was that Sherlock talking? Nope. This had to be a dream. Maybe she drifted away on the couch after washing the dishes. But his hands on her waist felt pretty real when they were making their way to her butt slowly.
"Are we… Are we going to do it?" she asked, becoming as red as a tomato.
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "If you mean sex by saying it, yes that's what I intend to do if you are willing to do it too."
His frank behaviour wasn't a big surprise for her because it was his nature. But when it came to situations like this, it was awkward. She wasn't having doubts. She was just nervous because this wasn't totally her area and Sherlock looked like a professional about it. This had always been her dream, her fantasy. But when it was coming true, she was freaking out. I have to be brave, she thought to herself and kissed him instead of giving a spoken answer.
Sherlock responded the kiss right away. He was acting a little too fast for her liking because she wanted to treasure every movement, but he seemed impatient.
They both backed away till they both landed on the mattress, Sherlock on top of her. He quickly removed her shirt while her hands were unbuttoning his tshirt. They were kissing the whole time, not breaking at all, not even for air. It was like the moment was infinite and if they broke the kiss, everything would return to the way it was six months ago. They were afraid of losing each other.
Sherlock's lips finally made their way to her neck, sucking it with pleasure. Molly's back arched to him, yearning for more. Her body was acting on its own, not in Molly's control anymore. She opened her legs wide as Sherlock's arousal touched her entrance. She moaned uncontrollably and felt embaressed right away.
Sherlock grinned at her moaning and flushing afterwards. "Don't be embarressed Molly. You're going to be making a lot of those noises tonight." He whispered in her ear. That was the last thing she could remember before losing all her control and giving herself all to him.
For the first time in his life, he didn't leave the bed when he woke up. He looked at how peaceful Molly looked, how beautiful she was. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer. Inhaling her scent was probably the best thing to do on mornings he thought. The thought of waking up with her everyday made him smile. He didn't know when he fell for her, or when he started wanting her, or when he decided to stay on her side forever. All that mattered now was that they held each other. She was his now.
Molly opened her eyes slowly and yawned. When she wanted to stretch, she felt a presence behind her and remembered everything from last night. How they made love to each other, how he whispered beautiful things in her ear, how he held her…
And when he kissed her neck, she jolted and turned around to face him. "Sherlock?"
"Good morning." He answered with a smile on his face.
So it wasn't a dream. "So it wasn't a dream."
"No, it indeed wasn't."
Molly's eyes widened. "Oh my God. I was only thinking, I didn't mean to say it out loud!"
Sherlock chuckled. "Don't make such a fuss about it." Then he looked right into her eyes. "You are tense. Why are you so tense in my arms? Relax a little bit, Molly." His eyebrows knitted together with confusion. Was she not happy to have done it with him? Was she not satisfied?
Molly sighed and relaxed in his arms. "I'm sorry. This is a bit… weird for me. I mean, I always wanted this and now it came true… I just… Nevermind. The thing is, I am so happy right now."
Sherlock smiled at this comment and kissed her lips lightly. "I am happy too."
Their foreheads touched and they both smiled, feeling the comfort in each other's arms. And this was how it was going to be in the future too. Because this time, he was not going to go without saying a goodbye. This time, He was not going to go at all.
So this is the end. I hope you all enjoyed this fanfiction! Reviews make me sooo happy!
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