Bottled up inside — Chapter 6: Affections and Favours

Dumped by her boyfriend, fired from Bart's, Molly is in a mess thanks to our detective.Will he be able to amend the state of affairs before Molly does something drastic? Read on to know. Slightly AU, post Reichenbach. Bits of Sherolly fluff. Please read and review!

Her eyebrows disappeared into her fringe as her brain registered what was happening. Her eyes had snapped shut of their own accord and at the moment the only thing she could think of was the feeling of his lips on hers. She had imagined this a billion times in her head but it was nothing compared to the real thing. His kiss, which she had expected to be precise and controlled was nothing of the sort. Instead it was urgent, enthusiastic and a bit messy. She realised with a start that this wasn't really his territory and he had probably had no experience at all. So she put an arm around his neck, pulling him closer, guiding his lips to move in synchrony with her own. Their noses were touching, his hand had found its way into her hair, everything she had dreamt of and yet so much more, her heart was beating so fast that she couldn't distinguish separate beats... Very soon, too soon for her, he pulled away, breathing heavily. His eyelids were closed, as if scared of letting her see what was behind them. Their foreheads were touching and she could feel his cool breath dancing on her lips. The only thing stopping her from kissing him again was the sheer shock of it all. He kissed me...he kissed me... And then his eyes opened, those glorious blue eyes that made Molly forget everything else in the world to make sure he got whatever he wanted. Oh those eyes which had dilated so much that she could just see a rim of ice blue iris and a gaping pupil, those eyes which were saying just one word. Her name. Molly. Soon enough he whispered her name in a ragged breath, enough to make her pass out in ecstasy. 'Molly. Molly! Moll-' His voice was cut off as her head hit her desk with a slight thud. The next thing she saw was his worried face as he tried to wake her up by gently slapping her cheek. 'M fine' she mumbled before realizing that his face was about an inch away from hers. There was the When-I-Meet-Sherlock syndrome kicking in as she felt the familiar heat rise in her cheeks. What was surprising though was that Sherlock's high cheekbones were no longer pale like porcelain but instead had coloured slightly, enough to make him uncomfortable and nervous. She chuckled at the thought. Sherlock Holmes and nervous. Two things that would probably never again go hand in hand. He cocked an eyebrow at her expression as if asking what was so funny. She shook her head slightly and smiled, a genuine smile lighting up her face after so long. And the best thing was that her smile was reflected on his face. Then, he suddenly jumped away from her and soon enough someone cleared their throat at the door and she saw Julia standing at the door with something akin to triumph in her eyes. 'May I come in?' she asked in false sweetness. Molly nodded her head absent- mindedly before turning to Sherlock but he was already on the verge of leaving. He gave her one last nod before stepping out of the morgue. It was then that her system digested what had actually happened. Which made her blank with shock. Sherlock, of all people, Sherlock had kissed her. Something that she had been wanting for years. Not in her wildest dreams had she even come close to what it felt like for real. There was only one word to describe it. Mind-blowing. Which was probably why her brain felt like complete mush at the moment. 'Looks like you've had some, that too from someone you like' smirked Julia. 'Hopefully he'll realize how boring you are quite soon, sooner than the others' she went on but Molly ignored her. 'You know, he's probably doing that only because he wants another huge favour from you.' Her eyes snapped to Julia's at that. 'Another huge favour? What d'you mean?' she asked, her voice shaking with fear. If Julia knew that she had helped Sherlock fake his death... 'Yea like the way you arranged for his cultures to be tested or allowed him to take away body parts to his place.' She relaxed, not really listening anymore. Julia didn't know. She couldn't have known. Julia was still ranting about something and Molly couldn't help but feel annoyed. 'Will you please shut up and let me work?' she finally snapped. 'Oh sure, Dr Molly-two-shoes. Finish your work perfectly and on time. Like anyone cares' she sneered before walking towards the door. Her words hurt but Molly was immune to them by now. Just then she received a text from Sherlock. Dinner tonight at The Midtown Park. Be ready. SH She smiled to herself. She had a dinner date with Sherlock! She felt like dancing in the morgue and singing on the top of her voice. It almost made all the failed relationships worth it. It was like a huge balloon was inflating inside her, holding happiness within. And then a comment from Julia punctured that balloon in a second and made her heart stand still. 'I forgot the most important favour. You saved his life, didn't you? After he jumped from the terrace of the hospital..'

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