Bottled up inside — Chapter 7: Reverie

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!

Sherlock was in a haze as he sat in a cab taking him to Baker Street. Thinking, just thinking. He could practically hear his mind whirring on and on. The triumphant look on Julia's face was what bothered him the most. Why was she looking like that? It was no secret that she hated Molly. There was no reason for her to look like that when Molly was having, he certainly hoped so, one of the best moments in the past two weeks. Thinking about it brought the faintest amount of colour to his usually pale cheeks. Honestly, there was only one way to describe it. Heavenly. More potent than any high he had ever experienced. He wondered if she had felt the same things he had at that moment. The rush of blood to his ears, the thumping of his heart, so loud that even she could have heard it, his brain shutting down to everything else in vicinity, allowing itself to be completely overwhelmed by her, the warmth of her proximity as she pulled him closer and closer until he could get no closer, what could be described as pure bliss, all personified into one single person. Her face as her warm brown eyes stared into his own ocean blue searching for something and finally smiling when they found it which had drawn his attention to her lips, delicate and pink, how could he ever have criticized them? The cabbie's angry voice rang out in his ears as he shouted at him to get out for the fifth time. Had he been that lost in his thoughts? He shoved some money into the driver's hand and climbed up to his own apartment to find John staring at him from the armchair, wearing a bemused expression. He raised his eyebrows, and got a grin in reply. 'Sherlock, whom did you kiss?' John chuckled before looking away and trying to stifle his laughter. He stared. Since, when had John become so good at deducing things like him? Surely there was nothing different in the way he had walked or dressed. His shirt wasn't crumpled, nor was his hair more messed up then usual. That left only one option. His eyes widened as he rushed to the mirror in his room and there it was, a slight amount of lipstick on the corner of his lower lip. He groaned before slumping into his armchair. It wouldn't take John any time to find out it was Molly, since he was taking her to dinner tonight. Which reminded him of those texts all those years ago, each one ending with' Let's have Dinner.' It brought another flush to his cheeks, thinking of Molly and him that way, having her to himself, each and every bit of her. He snapped out of his reverie once more. What was wrong with him? Seriously, it had been better when his work had been his only interest. But he brushed off that thought almost immediately. It wasn't true and he knew it. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number of one of the quietest, most classy restaurants of the town. 'Hello, I'd like to make a reservation for two tonight, in the name of Sherlock Holmes..' xxxxxxxxxx She froze as she heard Julia's words. She knew. Holy crap, she knew. How? 'How d'you know?' she heard herself whispering. Julia said nothing . She stood in the doorway, just smirking her usual smirk before narrowing her eyes and walking away. Molly trembled, knowing that the first thing she ought to do was tell Sherlock. Yet she couldn't bring herself to call him and tell him. Very well. She would tell him tonight. Thinking about the date once again brought a smile to her lips. A dinner date with Sherlock! Should be fun, she smiled to herself. xxxxxxxxx She stood in front of the full length mirror in her bedroom, smiling at her reflection. She was dressed in a merlot coloured dress that ended just above her knees. It hugged her torso but flared out below her waist. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders and she wore a pair of heels. Good. Now all she had to do was wait for Sherlock. The doorbell rang not ten minutes later and there he stood, looking drop dead gorgeous in his usual suit. She noticed he was wearing the aubergine coloured shirt she was so partial to and smiled. 'You look beautiful, Molly.' he whispered in her ear before taking her hand in his and leading her down the stairs to the waiting cab.

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