He pulled her closer, the apex of her legs meeting against his groin, automatically hardening his length.
“You were making tea. Right here,” he growled into her ear, before biting his way down her neck, his hand clenching around the muscles of her back.
Molly gasped as he held her tightly to his figure. Her eyes were closed, and she braced herself with one hand stretched behind her and braking against the counter top, the other holding around his neck.
“I thought I was losing you that day…and you were making. Bloody. Tea.” Again, his voice seemed to growl deeply into her ear, a feral sound that lit her skin on fire. With each final word, he ground into her, drawing soft whimpering, breaths from her core. She didn’t say a single word, for fear of cutting him off and stopping his thoughts altogether.
“And then…then you, Molly Hooper, had to go and surprise me, as you always do.” He swallowed the gasp that slipped from her, his hand groping her ass, his mouth covering hers. Molly felt as though she might pass out from the stimulation, and anchored herself in the dark tresses of his curls. When Sherlock finally came up for air, he looked at her, his eyes as wide as they had been that day at Sherrinford.
“You made me come to terms with what I was losing, and the emotions I felt about that loss. I told you I loved you, and as soon as I did, I knew I did. I love you, Molly Hooper.”
Molly sighed into his neck, and pulled him closer to herself. She kissed her way up the side of his neck, past his cheekbone and around the shell of his ear, before whispering softly as she had that day,
****sorry, had to do a thing.***
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