What do you Need?

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Molly had avoided Sherlock all day and when he would text She would just send short replys. 

*Molly, I'm coming over tonight....I'll bring chips
                       -SH*

Was the last text he had sent her as she was going home from work. How come she was getting the feeling that Sherlock was trying to act like a boyfriend?

After that day at Sherrinford he seemed to almost become a normal human being and not like the sociopath that he was. That event must have been the straw that broke the camels back for him. He was actually trying to be social and in Molly's case something more.

As she made her way to the door of her Flat she noticed a tall dark figure leaning against her door. It was Sherlock and he had a bag of chips in his hand. He looked up and gave her a smile as she neared him.

"I told you I would bring chips" He said showing her the bag.

"What are you doing Sherlock? What message are you trying to send here?" Molly asked him as she opened the door and walked in.

" I thought it was obvious." He said in confusion.

"It's never obvious when it comes to you Sherlock." Molly said getting aggravated

Sherlock looked down a little feeling embarrassed.  Then he showed Molly what he was holding in his other hand , which was a bottle of  rum.

"I figured you wouldn't mind having a drink as well." He gave her a slight smile .

Molly couldn't help but smile a little because after what she has gone through she did need a drink and the fact that Sherlock was the one offering it made it that much more tempting but she would never let him know that.

"Ok.....just one drink and some chips and then you go back to Baker Street...got it?" Molly said trying to make sure she set her ground rules early because she knows how she gets with him around her....about ready to do anything and everything if he asked it , and that is not what she wanted to happen.

"Understood....shall we ?"
Sherlock said motioning to her table .

As Molly pulled out glasses for them both , Sherlock sat the bag of chips on the table and opened the bottle of rum.

"Why are you doing this? Is this some sort of bet you had with John? How long until Molly caves and does what you want?" Molly says getting suspicious of his sudden need to be around her.

"How many times must I tell you Molly,  I love you!.... I love you!!!!" Sherlock shouted the last part . He was upset that after him confessing countless times she still didn't believe him.

Molly jumped when he shouted and looked away from him, suddenly becoming the same Molly she was before any of this happend .

" You .....Lo..love me? You're not just trying to make me feel better by saying this?" Molly asked hesitantly as she looked back up at Sherlock who was staring at her with a lone tear streaking down his face.

"What do you need me to do to convince you Molly? Name it and I'll do it." Sherlock asked as he walked closer to her .

"Just .....Stay....." Molly was finally breaking down and letting him in. She knew it wasn't going to be long but the fact that she broke the great Sherlock Holmes first was a triumph all its own.

"Ok......" Sherlock said in relief as he pulled her into a kiss that seemed long over due after the last confrontation they had.

After the tension had disappeared they sat down to enjoy their chips and a glass of rum and Sherlock decided that this time he would just sit and listen to Molly.  That's something he never admitted to anyone , that he loved hearing Molly discuss things .

One drink soon turned into 3 for both of them and they were starting to feel the affects . Molly had only ever had 1 drink  when ever she did decide to drink. Sherlock seemed to be so much more playful when he was drunk , which was very different from when he was high.

"Let's play a Game." Was all he said as he sat on the couch across from her grinning like an idiot. 

Molly wasn't exactly sure about playing any game with Sherlock while he was in his current state but she knew that whatever it was , it would probably only lead to trouble.

* So I hope I'm doing ok so far because I usually write it down not type it up and post it to places .*

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