Since S2, Sherlock has initiated almost every single intimate encounter between himself and Molly. And people still want to call her pathetic for being unable to move on.
“I hope you’ll be very happy Molly Hooper” I say as I give you a lingering kiss by the corner of your mouth that’s totes platonic and not at all wistful
Would you like to spend a day with me (watching me do what I do best, I am impressive, really I am)?
Fancy some chips?
Also, can I crash at your place sometimes?
Also, when I crash at your place can I sleep in your bed sometimes?
Hi again, Molls, would you come give me a FULL. PHYSICAL. EXAM. in like two weeks? Bring an Ambulance with a bed, no windows and yeah, my coat. The one I left the other night when I, ahem, borrowed your bed.
I can’t resist going on with this…
Also, as a graduate chemist and experienced junkie who can devise and execute elaborate plans deceiving all my friends and catching a serial killer while completely off my tits, I must come and see you cause I really really really cannot figure out on my own how to drink for a couple of hours and not get drunk. I need your ahem practical experience.
“What do I need? You. Sure, I could have just asked for your help, but I decided to ask in the most suggestive way I could think of. Also when it was just the two of us, alone, in the dark. #totallyplatonic”
Oh, whoa there, Miss Molly, you’re not going anywhere for lunch. Yeah, totally brought us some crisps to snack on ‘cause I can’t lab without my pathologist. Sorry I didn’t bring more to eat but I sorta, kinda like it when you’re … hungry.
Hiya Molly!! Is that our ambulance? How fab are you!! You can totes do a physical on me when no one can see my reaction…and plz plz plz do tell me to cough.
Our goddaughter’s christening? Let’s act like a very old married couple when you can stop me from being a jerk with one word …. ok ok maybe not a total success but I texted from behind my back which is extremely difficult just for you Molly … see Molly? … I can be nice-ish
Remember that time..far far away…when i was acting absolutely cool and collected and like a dude! When Irene was at 221B, trying to find where i hid my phone. And I totally did NOT break character and broke gaze when John said “Molly Hooper, she can get the phone..” *nervous tittering* No, dont remember. Good good…
Oh! Oh. Heh. Sorry. Totes thought that that little giftie was for some other dude. Heh. Yeh. Shouldn’ta gone off like that, but, you know… *shrug* I mean I thought that was for some other dude and you’re bringing it to my house so I thought… heh. Yeah. Sorry. Let me make it up to you by giving my First-Ever Sincere Apology To Anyone Ever and giving you a kiss on the cheek. There. Totes platonic.
I mean, I know I said, “I love you,” once and you had accepted it, but I’m gonna say it again for funsies, even though the clock is ticking down on your life. For god sakes, don’t make it into a *thing*.
I swear I just need to read these comments whenever I need a cheer up. :) ♡♡
Yeah, sex really doesn’t bother me at all. I honestly don’t care that the earth revolves around the sun or who’s having sex with whom. I’ve played games with a dominatrix, spar innuendos with my brother, wrote an entry on John’s blog talking about he and Mary’s Sex Holiday; I deduce cheaters in relationships faster than the housing bubble blew up in America. So, I have no idea why are we’re making it a big deal that I experienced a minor brain aneurysm, and system shut down, when Molly said she was having quite a bit of sex. That’s normal, right?
This post is pure gold.
Friendly reminder that every one of these is text. Not subtext. Text. Canon.
