Sherlolly Falling

Chapter Two

As I took of my bag and coat I hung them on the coat stand, even that had changed, Sherlock's coat hung where it had on the old one, that was comforting, he was in. He wouldn't leave the house without it. It's so cold.

As I look around the rest of the flat and unknowingly following the smell of food into the kitchen. All the walls except in the bathroom and kitchen have a blue and silver pattern wallpaper, in the kitchen the tiles are black granite, the cupboards are mirrors. The flooring, for the flat is a thick soft silver carpet, to bring out the bits of silver on the wallpaper I guess. The kitchen floor is wooden but, laminate.
This is my dream house, all the furniture is perfect, as I walk out the kitchen and back into the bedroom in the hope of finding Sherlock, I hear a low chuckle behind me. My natural reaction was to hit the 'chuckler' and floor him. So I did.
"So you don't like it, I worked really hard you know."
Shit! I'd attacked Sherlock.
"Don't sneak up on me like that!"
"I didn't 'sneak' I was just quite."
"I love it, the flat, I mean."
Clearing his throat Sherlock nodded.
"Soo you did this all on your own?"
I didn't believe he did. I was wrong.
"Yes actually, took me 8 hours, but I did it. You're welcome,"
"I never said thank you, thank you."
"I've made dinner and picked out an outfit for you to wear. I got bored last week I started buying you new clothes."
"I, um, don't mean to pry but, how, how did you pay for it?"
Nervously I asked. He has no money. At all.
"Mycroft's bank account, doubt he'll notice the money is missing."
"That's, that's stealing, isn't it?"
"Yes. It is. However he won't know and you won't get in trouble."
"That doesn't make it okay."
I was getting a little annoyed now. How could he commit a crime like stealing from family, and just not care?!
"It doesn't, Molly"
He sighed, deeply.
"I have a strange relationship with my brother, don't try to understand it. John doesn't completely get it either."
He hasn't mentioned John since the fall, strange for him to mention him now. I try not to think it over too much, it could ruin the evening.

"Shall I go get changed then?"
"Uh, yeah, yes you should, umm, the clothes are on the bed."
"Okay,thanks." I give him a small smile and twinkling eyes and head into the bedroom.

Sure enough there's the clothes on the bed. A beautiful, strapless, short, tight-fitting purple dress lays on the bed.
How on earth does he think I could pull that off I haven't even got a strapless br-.
As I lift up the dress to fully expect it, a strapless purple bra is on the bed.
I gasp and hope to heaven he hasn't got my size right.


He has. Perfect size. I sigh close the bedroom door and get changed. I find a pair of 5 inch, felt purple high heels under the bed.
I examine myself, in the dress, in the mirror. It's perfect, the colour is ideal for my skin tone as well as all my other features, makes them seem beautiful, the dress fits my curves incredibly, I've never worn a dress that did this!
The shoes bring out my leg muscles and make me look slimmer.
I turn to my dressing table to see make up already laid out and hair curlers on a heat proof mat.
"Okay then, Mr Holmes."
I firstly curl my hair with no injury, I'm highly impressed with myself.
I apply the make up, I've never really worn make up, Dad was rather against it, but now I've got it on, I feel the strong appeal.
My cheekbones stand out, making my face look slim and angler.
My eyes look bigger and brighter some how.
My lips plumper and more attractive.
My skin tone perfect, not a blemish in sight.

I hold my head high and walk out the bedroom.
Sherlock is leant against the doorway to the kitchen reading one of my stories that I write in my spare time.
His shirt is a slightly darker shade of purple than my dress. The first three buttons are undone. He has tucked in the shirt but it still hangs loose slightly on his body. His black trousers are rather tight.
Sherlock looks up at me. A small smirk develops on his face, growing larger and shows more pleasure the longer he looks at me. I can take this no longer and I say.
"So you know my bra size then?"
"I'm really good at guessing...?"
"Oh sure!" I say jokingly.
"You look, wow, I mean I knew you'd look good, but that good I hadn't prepared myself for."
"You look pretty good too."
We look at each other for a while just taking each other in.
Sherlock breaks the silence first.
"So I cooked this but I uh, I question how edible it is, I mean smells great but I think I might have put too much pepper in."
"You made spaghetti and meatballs, why did you put peppers in?"
"Why don't we eat out?"
"Okay then, know any where good, I know this isn't really your end of London, I know some lovely places in Hampshire."
"You do?"
"Yes, I grew up in Hampshire."
There's a slight silence then he carries on.
"There's a lovely Thai place a cab ride away, we won't need a reservation, and it'll be on the house."
"Why?" I ask looking at him questioningly.
"My parents are friends with the owner."
I stop half way to the front door, he carries on and grabs our coats and my hand bag, probably already packed, off the coat hanger.
"I was not expecting that, okay then."
He chuckles, walks behind me and puts my coat on me.
"Thanks." I say turning my head towards him.
"You're welcome." He whispers he face right next to mine. I feel a little bit of electricity spark between us. I feel like I shouldn't and can't move my head. He seems to feel the same and doesn't move either, but he hands me my handbag, not moving his face and then places his hands on my waist.
He gulps and says
"I never realised how skinny you are before, your waist is so thin."
"I uh I'm just lucky I guess."
He closes his eyes, though I can't see him do it and slowly moves away. he puts on his coat links arms with me and walks me out the door, closing it behind him.