He was just there... Looking over her, almost like a tiger. Sherlock cracked his neck a few times, which made Molly just go mad for him... She saw his neck, his slender neck, without that scarf, which she bought him for last Christmas. She just couldn't help herself... But picture them both together. Her, him, and a family... Oh, and that idiot of a cat Molly owns. She walks over to Sherlock, peering over his shoulder. He never really liked being peered at.
"Sherlock?"
"Mhmm?"
"I think someone is watching us..."
And with that, Sherlock swiftly stands and goes to the window, opening it and groans in pain quietly as he head butts someone that was watching from outside. Sherlock growls quietly as he sits back down at the stool, looking down his microscope. Molly stands there, astounded, although, what she says, is a bit not relevant to the fact that Sherlock just killed someone by head butting them.
"I... D-Didn't that hurt?"
He rolls his eyes mentally at her, and rubs the back of his head, looking down thoughtfully... But then, Molly's head shoots up, she realizes something.
He actually listened to her... She was stunned, to say the least. He listened. The thing she always wanted from him... It happened.
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I hope you all liked it! It was a one-shot, but not too long, or too short! Leave comments! xx
