"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now." Sherlolly. Aaaand...go! :D
This was the one I was hoping to get. I’m such an angst fiend oh god. Anyways I hope you like it.
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Out of all the people in the world Molly Hooper had been less than thrilled to have woken up in a too small bed in a place that she didn’t entirely recognize with Sherlock. It was doubly worse that she was fully aware that what they did was wrong while he was trying not to smile.
What a prick.
She fumbled out of the bed nearly hitting her shoulder on the wall in her hurry as she started fishing for her clothes. “We’re cheaters. We’re horrible people. I mean I’m sure others would expect you to be horrible…I don’t mean that.” She paused, huffing looking back at him. Sherlock had sat up. “My mother is going to be so upset when she finds out about this. As if she wasn’t already ashamed of me about the whole mortician aspect of my life.”
Sherlock intercepted before she could go onto more of a tangent. He had had not expected her to react this badly. Things had been very different last night. He did vaguely remember that they had been drinking. That didn’t exactly matter though. He had enjoyed himself but she was not fine with it.
Then again unlike she he wasn’t attached to anyone romantically, not officially.
“Why do you care? Your mother has always disapproved of one thing or another about you.”
She turned, slipping on a sock and then a shoe while searching for her missing bra. She groaned, her head was killing her.
“I can’t ignore my mother as much as I wish that she could. Do you know what she said when I had moved on after Tom and started dating again?”
He waited for her to continue. He had some inkling but he always felt better when she said was on her mind even if it wasn’t something he completely agreed with. Like now.
“It’s good you’re not falling over that disgraced detective anymore. This is not helping Sherlock.”
“I’m not disgraced…anymore.” He mumbled.
Molly fastened her bra as before walking back to the bed where he was. “I know that. She just doesn’t like you.”
He knew it wasn’t the time but when was it ever the time for either of them. He chose to let it slip out. “My parents like you.”
Molly’s eyes were wide and her mouth dropped slightly. “You…” She started before he grinned. “It might have slipped out once or twice when my mum was fretting about not having anyone with me to look out for me.”
“What did you say…exactly?”
She kind of hated how one little thing that he did or said made her stop and want to know just a tiny bit more about him or what he thought of when it came to her. He had gotten slightly more vocal about what he thought. It was treated better than years past and she genuinely appreciated that. Curiosity had been one of the things that had her intrigued with him. There was the physical appeal of course but there had always been more to him. Not everyone understood that.
“I believe that I said ‘I have a Molly. No. Not drugs. I’m good. Molly Hooper. She’s a friend. Very important friend.’ Mummy had sort of latched onto you though. I’m sure she knows more than you probably expect her to know about you but we can all thank my brother for that. I’d rather keep you away from that.”
Molly giggled. “You can’t protect me from everyone you know. Parents are good things though.”
“Depends on the prospective.” Sherlock stared at her. He hadn’t told her everything that had happened when he talked to his parents about her. She didn’t know that he told them about how she had a habit of saving his life and making him feel human when everything else is blurry and disconnected.
No. After what had happened, he didn’t know if he could do that.
Then she kissed him. Full on the mouth, hands in his disheveled curls and he had wanted to unsnap her bra again and pull her back to him.
“I will come by later when things are clear.” She told him once she had all her clothes on. He had thought about stopping her once or twice but he didn’t know if that was what she wanted right now.
Kisses could mean anything. Her words meant more.
He sighed once he was left alone. He reached over for his which he had turned off at some point. Turning it back on was a bad idea so he just tossed it up in the air a couple of times before settling back into the sheets. He could still smell her there.
He shut his eyes.
One quick sweep of his mind palace wouldn’t hurt.
-
A few hours later when he was showered, in a new set of clothes and back at 221b he received a very abrupt visit from Molly’s boyfriend. It mostly involved cursing and a pretty hard right hook leaving Sherlock mouth cut open.
Molly wasn’t too far behind the bloke but it was clear that things had been sorted out. She left him in the sitting area to his kitchen probably to get ice. “Sorry.” She told him as she pressed the ice to his mouth. The swelling was already starting.
“No, you’re not.”
He wasn’t talking about what she was but he knew that she would understand. She always did, didn’t she?
I don’t know if this was my best but it’s what popped into my head.
Also this prompt was taken from this list, if anyone was . Feel free to send me one of these if you want with a pairing you'd like to see.
