#wifey's queue

[writingwife-83]

Six Sentence Sunday- 9/24/17

“I dunno why I keep this, seeing as I only wore it once and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t working for me,” Molly said with a sigh, mostly to herself as she held up the black strappy dress she’d pulled out from the back of her closet.

Sherlock looked up briefly, the memorable garment catching his attention from where he lounged on her bed scrolling through his twitter feed.

“Perhaps if you try it again sometime,” he suggested casually, “the reaction from certain people would be somewhat…different now.”

“Different in what way?” Molly questioned, her interest clearly piqued.

Sherlock glanced up again to meet her gaze, now smirking playfully.

“Well…I look forward to showing you.”

[writingwife-83]

Hard for me to believe but…

It’s 3 years today (sept 18th) since I completed I Told You So. (Ffnet and AO3)

Just wanted to say happy 3rd anniversary to the fic that became more than I ever could have guessed, and to all the readers who made the writing and posting process super crazy fun!

I think I’m gonna have my own little commemoration by going back and re-reading reviews, though I might not get through them all…cuz you people went totally nuts. 😜Oh and I also might reblog some of the old posts of art and stuff. Let the fun begin lol! *throws confetti*

(@uss-sherlolly I found your gif hehe!)

[writingwife-83]

Six Sentence Sunday- 9/3/17

(Inspired by this post)

"Sherlock," Molly hissed under her breath, "you've got to stop looking at me like that!"

"Please," Sherlock scoffed. "Who would be able to figure anything out with just one look besides me and perhaps-"

"Oh my god!" Mary sputtered out in a laugh while pointing gleefully at Sherlock. "You've seen her naked!"

"As I was saying," Sherlock continued with a sigh of defeat, "besides me and perhaps the one person who decided to pop by at this very moment!"

[writingwife-83]

Six Sentence Sunday- 8/13/17

"Please don't look at me like that when I'm working," Sherlock stated a bit sternly, without even glancing up from his microscope.

"S-sorry?" Molly questioned, flushing instantly because he'd somehow managed to detect the weight of her eyes on him. "Look at you like what?"

"Like you want to kiss me," he explained casually.

Molly's blush erupted full force as she began stammering out a reply, but Sherlock cut in again as he finally looked over at her.

"It's incredibly distracting...because you're making me want the same thing."

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Six Sentence Sunday- 8/20/17

“Molly?” Sherlock questioned in confusion, lifting his head as he heard his bedroom door creak open and saw her petite outline tiptoe in.

“Electrical work at my flat, shove over,” she instructed softly, setting down a bag and climbing into the bed next to him. “You’re not the only one who can invade someone else’s bed in the middle of the night.”

After a minute of silence in the dark, Sherlock finally drew a slow breath and asked, “so, when I come over to your flat unannounced…is it always this sexy?”

Molly snorted out a dismissive laugh, but then she cleared her throat and whispered, a smile still on her lips.

“Um…yes.”

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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.

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Six Sentence Sunday- 7/23/17

“As always, your help on the case was appreciated, Molly,” Sherlock said as they stopped outside her flat.

“No problem,” she replied with a bright smile.

There was a moment of hesitation, each of them eyeing the other, and when Molly noticed that Sherlock was about to lean down, she stepped forward instead and got on tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“Y-you kissed me,” he said in a tone of wonder, touching his face briefly as she pulled away.

“Well I was a little jealous that you’re always the one who gets to give a kiss, so I thought it should finally be my turn,” she explained with a little shrug.

Sherlock stared back at her in silence for a moment, the streetlights dancing in his eyes, and then he gently caressed her cheek while slowly leaning down and whispering, “perhaps it’s time for us to do the kissing together…”

[writingwife-83]

“What exactly am I afraid of?” he asked in a low rumble. Molly’s voice was a strange mix of confidence and pain. “Me,” she answered, followed by a tight smile. “You’re afraid to ask me what I want.” Sherlock opened his mouth for a split second, but then closed it again and stood up. He grabbed his coat from the back of the chair. “I should go.” He started for the door but Molly would not be pushed aside tonight. She was done tip-toeing around and being cautious. So she followed him, and refused to make it easy.

Let Me Fix It by writingwife83- http://archiveofourown.org/works/5045755