Finally, He's Mine. - A Sherlolly Fanfic

Chapter Four

As soon as I got in I took my dress off and got into my standard comfy home alone clothes. I took my phone out of my bag and took it into the living room with me and put it on charge. I decided that today was going to be an "eating ice cream and watching chick flicks whilst waiting for Sherlock to call or should I say discover my little present" kind of day. I decided that Bridget Jones's Diary would be suitable. I stuck the DVD in and got comfy on the sofa with a tub of ice cream. Half an hour in and my phone rung.

"Sherlock, how nice to hear from you."

"Molly, just thought I'd call to say that I think you may have left something of yours at mine."

"No no I don't think I did, pretty sure I've got everything that I had lastnight."

"Oh so you're not missing something black?"

"Black? No I don't think so."

"Not even something black and lacy?"

"Oh black AND lacy, yeah I am missing something black and lacy."

"Oh good because I'm stood outside yours right now."

"What?!"

I ran to the window and just as he said, there he was stood in the street with that coat of his on, he looked so damn good in that coat.

"So can I come up?"

"Erm you can but you might not want to stay."

"Oh I'm sure I will."

I buzzed him into the flat and waited for him to come up. He sauntered into the flat, my bra hanging from his index finger. I tried to grab it but he was too quick for me, he wrapped his fingers round it and put it in his coat pocket.

"I think I'll be keeping this Molly. Might teach you to be more careful about where you leave things in the future."

I knew that he was being playful but he had this way of making me feel like I was being punsihed by him when he spoke to me sometimes. I just looked down at the floor not quite knowing how to feel.

"Drink?" I asked after a moment of feeling unsure of myself.

"Er yeah okay, where shall I put my coat?"

"Oh if you want to give it here I'll put on the rack near the door."

"Thanks, Molly."

I went into the kitchen and put the kettle on. How did he go from making me feel like I'm on top of the world to feeling like crap because of the way he said something. It must be because I was so used to the way he'd be speaking to me for the past few years that all the nice stuff almost seemed like an act. I rested my elbows on the counter and put my head in my hands. A single tear rolled down my cheek, I just stood there feeling numb, I don't even know how long I was stood for. A few seconds, a few minutes?

"Molly?"

I turned round and there he was stood against the door frame.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." I wiped the tear away and turned around to face him. "Tea or coffee?" I aksed with a smile.

He made his way towards me and said

"Look, we both know that I'm not here for a drink, don't we?"

"Oh, were you after something to eat instead?"

"Well I can think of something I'd like to eat now you mention it."

"Sherlock! Oh my god."

I don't know what came over me, adrenaline coursed through my veins and I grabbed his arm and lead him to my room. I shut the door behind us as we entered my room then he cupped my face and started walking towards the wall. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed me like no one had kissed me before, my heart was racing and he was making me tingle in all the right places. I put my hands in his hair and pulled at it gently as his tongue explored my mouth. I let out a slight moan and as I did he broke the kiss and began kissing my neck. I removed my hands from his hair and grabbed the lapel of his jacket and pushed it off, his hands momentarily left my face in order for him to fully remove his jacket. He placed his hands at the bottom of my top and proceeded to remove it. We broke the kiss again so that he could fully remove my top. Our eyes locked and we both proceeded to undress ourselves so we were stood in just our underwear.