Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️

Chapter 22

"Molly," Sherlock whispered, "Molly."  He nudged his shoulder and she blinked awake, yawning.  Sherlock smiled, inspecting her carefully. 

"How long was I asleep?"  Molly asked, running a hand through her hair and glancing out the window, seeing that the plane was slowly landing.

"Twenty minutes."

Confusion wrinkled Molly's nose, "how long was the plane ride?"

Sherlock checked his watch and grinned, "twenty minutes."

"Twenty minutes!"  Molly cried incredulously, throwing her hands in the air in exasperation.  Sherlock laughed as they stood, Molly mumbling under her breath something about easily taking a bus. 

Sherlock thanked the pilot and walked outside, tilting his chin up towards the cool air and grey sky. 

"We aren't even at an airport!"  He heard Molly argue.  Sherlock smirked as a taxi pulled up next to them. 

"Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"  The driver called out the window.

"Ah, my brother to the rescue," Sherlock said.  Molly sighed in exasperation and grudgingly stepped into the taxi, followed by a still chuckling Sherlock.

"Tell me," Sherlock asked the taxi driver as he began driving, "what hotel is my brother sending us to?"

"The Marriott, sir," was the reply.  Sherlock laughed as Molly shook her head, running a hand through her hair.

"We are literally still in London," Molly grumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Get used to the dramatics," Sherlock said, a smile still on his face, "you'll be facing a whole lot of them tomorrow night."

Molly grinned softly, turning her head outside to watch out the window.  It wasn't long before the hotel came into view, massive in all of its glory.  Wow Sherlock saw Molly mouth, her eyes raking over the massive building.

"Expensive taste?"  She asked, turning to Sherlock.  Sherlock shrugged as he stepped out.  The taxi driver stepped out of the car to open Molly's door, despite her insistent protests. 

"Please go right on ahead," the aged taxi driver insisted, motioning to the hotel, "I shall have your bags delivered to you as soon as possible."

"We have bags?"  Molly whispered to Sherlock.

He shrugged, "apparently."

"There will be an escort waiting to accompany you to your room."  Sherlock laughed when Molly's face fell into a look of disbelief.

"I'm disliking your brother more and more," she muttered. 

"You get used to it," Sherlock assured, still smiling. 

Sure enough, a smiling escort was waiting at the door.  Sherlock followed him with his hands stuffed in his pockets as Molly walked slowly, her eyes wandering around the hotel in awe.  It was, for sure, a beautiful building.  The floor and walls were all a polished marble, Sherlock could see his reflection in them as they passed.  The walls were carved into intricate designs and a massive, golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, looming over the inhabitants of the hotel.

"You will be staying here," the perpetually cheery escort said with a smile, gesturing inside a room.  Sherlock nodded to him and slipped a bill into his hand, grabbing a starry-eyed Molly's hand and pulling her into the room.

"This place is amazing!"  Molly cried after the escort closed the door.  The hotel room was almost as flashy as the lobby of the building, with one, large, soft looking mattress in the center of the room.  A large window could have very well served as a wall and Molly rushed to it, leaning on the window and watching the slowly darkening outside world with a childlike excitement.

"You can see all of London from here," Molly said with a soft sigh, crossing her arms over her chest.  Sherlock stood next to her, taking in the stunning view of all the buildings slowly lighting up against a darkening sky.  "It makes you feel... powerful."  She said.  Sherlock looked at Molly, an eyebrow cocked, though she didn't seem to notice, her doe-like eyes still wandering everywhere outside the window.

"Then it's all ours," Sherlock whispered to her.  Molly glanced at him, an eyebrow raised.  Sherlock slipped his hands around her waist, pulling her closer to him.  "We can be the King and Queen of London, Molly.  No- of Britain!"

Sherlock kissed her softly, fueled by the excitement that flowered in her gaze, "hell," he whispered as he slowly closed the curtains in front of the window, "we can rule the world." 

Molly stared at him with large, awed eyes, the color of dark amber.  "What do you want?"  Molly asked him, her eyes scouring his gaze.

"With what?"

"Anything.  Everything."

Sherlock let his lips graze her neck as he whispered, "you." 

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Sorry for the short chapter... again... I just.  Uh.  The next chapter will be.  Um.  Rated M.  For... mature.  SHUT UP THIS IS FOR YOU GUYS IM NOT EMBARRASSED... that... much.  Omg just skip the next chapter if u need to.