Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️

Chapter 21

"A gala?"

"Well, it's not actually a gala as much as a masquerade."

"That's even more ridiculous."

"Ah, but it's fun."

"Not when there's an axe-wielding murderer out there."

"Not axe-wielding."

"Still a murderer."

"Are you in or are you out?"

"This will bring Sawyer and Gael back?"

"Yes."

"Then fine, I'll go."

Sherlock grinned triumphantly at Molly, who rolled her eyes yet still couldn't deny the rapid thumping in her heart. Excitement coursed through her body, excitement that she might see Sawyer and Gael once more, excitement that she would be chasing down a murderer at a masquerade. Excitement that she'd see Sherlock all up and dressed like the phantom of the opera. Not like that influenced her decision... or anything...

So as Molly slowly followed Sherlock into a quite frankly giant jet plane to get to the masquerade, her eyes were wide with awe. The awe quickly turned to shock when she realized the plane was empty except for her and Sherlock.

"Wait Sherlock, we aren't going on this plane alone, are we?"

"Well if you don't count the pilot, yes, that's correct."

"You're kidding me. Sherlock we could literally get to a decent hotel by bus." Sherlock let out an abrupt laugh and shook his head.

"Ah, but that wouldn't be appropriate for the little brother of the British government now would it?" Molly smiled softly, running her hand over the soft material of the empty plane seats. She sat down next to Sherlock and shrugged.

"No, I suppose it wouldn't."

Sherlock smiled and watched Molly as she sunk in her seat, staring at the ceiling of the plane. A grin creeped upon her lips.

"We're really seeing them, aren't we?" She whispered quietly.

"If we aren't killed by an axe-wielding murderer in the process, I suppose we are." Molly glanced at Sherlock, an eyebrow raised.

"Not axe-wielding."

Sherlock shook his head, "not axe-wielding," he agreed quietly. They were quiet as the plane rumbled along the gravel path, then as it lurched upward. Molly felt herself about to fall asleep to the muted droning of the plane when Sherlock spoke.

"Thank you," his voice was strained. Molly looked up at him and smiled.

"Of course."

Sherlock leaned down and softly kissed Molly, taking her by surprise. However she soon leaned into it, finding Sherlock's cool touch soothing. His hand held the back of her neck, pulling her closer to him. Sherlock pulled back and smiled softly at Molly yet his stare was intense. He tucked a rogue strand of hair behind her ear and blinked at her slowly.

Sherlock leaned in towards Molly and whispered in her ear, "you are beautiful."

Molly laughed airily as Sherlock bit her ear, his kisses moving down along her collarbone. Despite her best efforts Molly could feel the redness rising to her cheeks.

"And you look sexy in the purple shirt," Sherlock grinned through his kisses, his hands sliding under her shirt. At his touch Molly jolted back, feeling shock swirl through her.

Sherlock blinked and froze immediately, "Molly I'm so sorry-"

"Sherlock."

"Yes?"

"We're on a bloody airplane."

Sherlock blinked once more, looking around as if he had forgotten the fact. Finally he spoke, "so?"

Molly rolled her eyes, "Sherlock. Wait."

"Oh," he said, almost looking disappointed as he stared out the window. Then Sherlock blinked and looked back at her, his eyebrows raised, "oh."

Molly rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but feel something between fear and apprehension tingle at her fingertips. "Oh," she said, resting her head on Sherlock's shoulder.

As Sherlock ran his hands through her hair Molly felt herself begin to drift out of consciousness. The last thing she noted before she fell asleep was the scent of peppermint and forest fires.

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Hiya, sorry for the short chapter. It's just, the next few chapters, and this chapter, I just. Uh. *awkward cough* he... bye....