Six Sentence Sunday- 8/6/17
“You, Molly, deserve…everything,” Sherlock said sadly.
His tone, that infuriating tone of resigned acceptance and surrender, did nothing but stir a fire in her belly which almost instantly climbed to the height of an inferno.
Molly slammed her hand down, making him jump a bit as she rounded the table to face him while raising her voice in passionate reply.
“Yes that’s right, and all you have to do is stop this bloody infuriating game of restraint and just let go, Sherlock, because that everything you say I deserve is already standing right here in front of me, so close that I can almost taste it!“
Aside from the sound of her own pounding heart and unsteady breathing, she watched him in silent suspense, wondering whether he was about to retreat in terror at her sudden and impatient demand.
But one more heartbeat later…and he stepped forward.