Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️

Chapter 14

Sherlock hadn't a single clue what had come over him. Everything Molly had said was true, but then Sherlock realized the jealously that pricked at his fingertips had quickly turned into something else. His pulse had gotten quicker once he'd noticed how pretty she looked in the dim light, then his breathing had gotten short and choppy. Then he was kissing Molly.

His kiss was soft- his lips barely grazing over hers. Molly had stiffened under him, yet she hadn't pushed him away. Sherlock pulled back and he could see the shock that was written on Molly's face.

"What are you doing?" Molly said, her voice a strained whisper and her eyes flicking around his face, clouded with what almost looked like fear. No- the last thing Sherlock wanted was for Molly to fear him. He wanted her trust, craved her trust.

"Stay with me," he whispered to her, resting his forehead on hers. The images of Molly, injured and bleeding, from his dream flashed through Sherlock's mind and he concentrated on the warmth of her skin. When he looked into her hazel eyes, the color of dark amber in the lighting, Sherlock realized it wasn't her trust he craved. It was her. When Molly let out a shaky breath, Sherlock felt himself lose control.

He pushed in between her legs, pressing his lips into hers with force- with fervor. This time Molly let him, kissing him back. Sherlock was now sure that both of their bodies were betraying them- but this time- he was letting his. With one hand Sherlock braced himself on the counter, the other roaming through her soft hair. He pulled Molly closer to him, aching for the taste of her. His kisses moved down along Molly's jaw and a small smile forming upon his lips when she shuddered under him. Sherlock's hands held the back of Molly's neck, his fingers tangling themselves in her hair.

Moll's hands braced herself against the counter, her face content as she buried herself in Sherlock's inky hair. Molly lifted his chin to meet her gaze, her eyes twinkling. Sherlock watched her with narrowed eyes, his gaze mischievous.

"I will need you more than you will ever know," Sherlock whispered to her. He leaned in to kiss her but Molly put a finger on his lips, a smile turning up her lips.

"You're blushing," she whispered to him.

"You're blushing," Sherlock countered, pulling down her hand and stealing a kiss. He craved for the taste of Molly.

"I guess I am," she said, tilting her head up as if in thought. "I guess I am." Molly wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck and pulled him closer for another kiss.

Sherlock suddenly let out an abrupt laugh, Molly pulled back, one eyebrow cocked.

"What?"

"Sawyer predicted this. Well, predicted me."

Molly's eyes widened, "what do you mean?"

"She saw right through me. That must have been what she meant. 'I know something you don't know know.'" Sherlock laughed and shook his head, Molly was still looking at him with a tilted head, a smile playing on her lips. "I don't know how she knew of my feelings before I did. I felt them, I always felt them. But I disregarded them, pushed them down as feelings of... excitement for everything that has been happening. But the one factor I hadn't seen through everything has been you Molly." Sherlock turned his back to Molly, his eyes clouded with thought as he talked.

"You've made everything here possible, I'm sorry for anything I've ever said to hurt you. I don't mean it, I'm masking the feelings I have. The feelings for you." Sherlock turned back around to Molly, resting his hands on either side of her and leaning on his palms, a childlike excitement lighting up his eyes. "Molly. I care for you. Most ardently."

Molly leaned in, capturing Sherlock in a passionate kiss. "You know," she said with a small laugh, "I only dreamed you would say anything similar to those words to me." Sherlock tilted his chin up, before finally grinning and leaning down.

"Well then," he whispered in her ear, feeling the satisfaction bloom through him when Molly shivered at Sherlock's closeness, "I guess I'm your dream come true."

Molly pulled Sherlock in for another kiss, her hunger echoing his own, feral and wild. Excitement propelled his actions, excitement at the thought that rang through his mind.

Your dream come true.

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Not gonna lie I had too much fun writing this. Also:

If you can catch my Pride and Prejudice reference you get a cookie.
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