Virgin Territory
Think there might be more to this but not sure. Feedback appreciated. And no, not anything to do with any of my WIPs, dammit… Ah well… **************************************
“So, so… So you’re saying you meant it?”
And Molly stares up at Sherlock. Bites her lip. Stares some more because really, how can she not? With what he just told her? With what he… admitted to? From far away she hears an ambulance wail, makes out some drunk singing loudly; It’s four in the morning and she’s in a safe house in central London, far away from her lovely little house and her lively little life and now Sherlock’s saying… Why, he’s claiming…
“I meant it,” he says firmly. Nodding.
He swallows sharply and then he’s crossed the floor to her. Stopped right in front of her.
There’s an arm-span of space between them as he stares down into her eyes.
He takes a deep breath, licks his lips nervously, and then… “I. Love. You,” he says. A smile, bright as sunlight splits his face as he says the words and Molly can’t help it, she lets out a yelping, disbelieving little laugh of delight. Covers her mouth with her hands, astonished, until Sherlock reaches for her. Curls his fingers through hers. He pulls her towards him, their hands entwined and, slowly, slowly, holding her gaze he leans forward. Kisses her.
It’s as slight as the brush of a butterfly’s wing.
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