“Well, well. If it isn’t Miss Molly Hooper. What are your demands now? Food? Water? A good education for the young?”
Molly clenched her fists at his mocking tone. How dreadful was to be diplomatic with him when the only thing that crossed her mind was to punch those sharp cheekbones.But she was the only one from the shelter that he was willing to talk to, and her people needed her. She cleared her throath.
“And I suppose that Magnussen is not as generous as I am, right?”
He played with the coin in his hands, rolling it across his knuckles. He reminded her of an otter she had seen at the Zoo when she was a child and the world wasn’t fucked up.
“How charming that you’ve thought of me first. But as you know well, I don’t give anything free.”
She clenched her fists. What was going to be this time? updates on her researches? the corpses of the recently deceased at the shelter so instead they could be given to their families for a proper burial he could experiment on them? soldiers?
“What do you need?” She asked.
That word sent her shivers running down her spine in a way that she didn’t want to feel. For a second everything was normal again, he was the Sherlock she once knew, willing to sacrifice himself for his loved ones. How much she missed that Sherlock, but she had to come to terms that she would never see him again. Those two years he spent dismantling Moriarty’s web had turned into a different man. A cruel tyrant that before they were able to blink, had all England under his control. She had been heartbroken, but she vowed herself she would fight for freedom, even if it meant killing him.
He raised up from his black couch, the coin long forgotten on his desk. He approached her like a predator would to his prey. But she was no prey, she was a lioness.
“There was a time where you would do anything I ever told you to. I just had to ask. I miss those times.” He was so close she could smell his expensive cologne mixed with his masculine scent. It was intoxicating. He extended one of his arms and with his long nimble fingers, captured a lock of her now blonde hair.
“You were so pretty with your long auburn her pulled up in a ponytail. It gave you an air of innocence. You can’t imagine how many times I have thought of pulling your hair while I fucked you mercilessly against an authopsy table.”
She pressed her red lips in a tight line, she wasn’t going to let his antics affect her. She was stronger now.
“Kiss me.” He purred against her ear.
She looked at him straight in the eye, defiantly, eventhough he towered over her. He let out a long sigh.
“Okay. I guess I’m going to be the one who makes the first move.”
Leaning down he kissed her with a passion that if Molly had allowed herself to move, she would have melted against him and held him so tightly he could never stop kissing her. She fought the urge to moan, when his tongue caressed her lips, but Sherlock wasn’t one to contain himself when it came expressing how much he was enjoying something. In an attempt to break her barriers he ground his growing erection against her, hoping to get a reaction. But she remained as cold as ice, at least that was the external image she was presenting to him. But he knew better, on the inside she was a mess of emotions mixed with primal desire, and that pleased him.
Stepping away from her and breaking the kiss he looked into her chocolate brown eyes, the only part of her that showed any emotion.
“Outside, there are a couple of cars with boxes filled with vaccines, get inside one of them and they’ll take you back to the shelter.”
As she turned to leave without saying as much as a ‘goodbye’ he spoke once again.
“I still mean it. When I told you that wanted you to be forever by my side, I meant it. And I always will.”
She clenched her fists in rage and despair.
He let out a deep chuckle.
“As much as I’d love to have that pleasure, I’m afraid that we’ll need to leave that for… our next session.”
Molly bit her lip and stomped out of the room, ignoring his laughter, echoing on the halls.
So after seeing that amazing image of Loo I felt inspired, there was a sherlollian that suggested a Distopian AU (I can’t remember who it was sorry) and I couldn’t help but go along with it. Sorry for all the mistakes, English is not my first language.
Also Sherlock with his curls slicked back and wearing a suit.
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