Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Three

I woke up the next morning feeling strangely refreshed. I stretched out and felt the empty space in the bed next to me where Sherlock had been the previous night. I got out of bed and found my bra and put it on then searched for my dress. Where the bloody hell was my dress? I put Sherlock's top back on and ventured into the living room.

"Oh morning John," I tried to pull the front of the top down in order to try and preserve some modesty. "Where's Sherlock?"

"Oh hi Molly, he's just in the shower, he won't be too long. Coffee?"

"Oh I would but I can't find my dress anywhere and I'm not really decent like this."

"Oh it's fine, after all I am a doctor, I have seen much worse, don't worry about it."

I nodded reluctantly and made my way over to the chair opposite him, the chair I'd been sat in last night when Sherlock finally embraced me the way I'd been wishing he would for years. I smiled at the memory and John smiled back, I assume he was just trying to be polite.

"Oh I need to grab myself a mug, where are they?"

"No no, it's fine, Sherlock made sure to get three out this morning when he got up."

I looked down at the table and noticed that there were in fact three mugs on the table.

"If I'm honest, he's been going crazy this morning."

I poured myself a coffee and then sat back in the chair, keeping myself covered.

"Why? What's he done?"

"Well, he woke up early and came into my room to ask for a few tips, if I'm honest I'm surprised you didn't hear me. Anyway, when I asked what he was on about he was just in a bit of a tizz, didn't quite know what to do, this is all new to him, he'd never even brought a girl back home before never mind have the girl he's been lusting after for years sleep in his bed."

That last part made me smile. Sherlock. Lusting after. For years. Me! I took a sip from my coffee and looked round the room, after all last night I was preoccupied. Something on the wall caught my eye, a face graffitied on the wall in yellow with, what looked like, gun shots in it.

"Err John" he looked up from his paper, "are those gun shots in the wall?"

He instinctively looked over to where the gun shots were and chuckled to himself.

"Ah yes, our Sherlock has very unique ways of curing boredom."

And with that he emerged from the bathroom, towel hanging from his hips and wet curls clinging to his forehead, I blushed and couldn't help but to stare.

"Morning Molly" he winked playfully at me, then just stood looking at me.

"And a good morning to you too Sherlock." John said sarcastically.

"Yeah you too."

Sherlock obviously wasn't paying attention, I'd never seen him like this, he seemed almost vulnerable. He made his way over to me and perched on the chair arm. He placed his arm around me and nuzzled the side of my face.

"Sleep well?" He asked me.

"Brilliantly thank you, did you?"

"Well, I'd have slept a damn sight better if it wasn't for you snoring."

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know that" I couldn't help but notice a smile appear on his face. "What?"

"Aww your face! You didn't snore at all you were quiet as a mouse."

"Oh very funny Sherlock. Erm, would it be okay if I took a shower?"

"Yeah course, I'll just get you some towels and things."