Counting - A Sherlolly FanFiction

Chapter 6

A million question spun around in my head as I tried to get my head around what Ji- Moriarty had just said.

"H-how can I h-help you?"

"You see, many of my business deals are dealt with men and I need, lets call it a 'glamorous assistant' to help me persuade some people,"

Shock and worry instantly became another thing on my mind as his word started to settle in and take their place in my nightmares.

"But-"

I began to say as I got up slowly from the floor and stood straight up in my excruciatingly painful heels.

"I thought you were just using me to get back at Sherlock,"

"And you thought correctly Miss Hooper, you helping me is just a little bonus until I kill you,"

His words didn't surprise me.

Not one bit. I knew the moment I saw Moriarty that I was done for. I was just not too sure how and when it would be done. And to think he thinks it will destroy Sherlock. Sherlock wouldn't even care if I was dead. It would just mean him having to find a new pathologist, which there are many of in the world.

The only thing that surprised me was how close  Moriarty was standing to me. Our faces were inches apart and the smell of his colone and the heat from his breath consumed my senses in a whirlwind of wonder.

The position we were in reminded me of a time with Sherlock...

2 years earlier, after the fall...

I heard the sound of footsteps leading into the kitchen and then the sound of the fridge opening and closing, Sherlock was making breakfast.

He never makes breakfast. He has been here a whole 2 months hiding after his 'death' and not one has he used, nor set foot in the kitchen.

I let the thought ponder in my head for a while until I quickly stepped into the shower and turned it on. The sprays of hot waters hit my back sending a feeling of pleasure through my body. Without even thinking I started to sing, forgetting the company in my home.

Singing has always been a passion of mine and it seems as if the shower is the only possible place for me to feel comfortable doing so. The song Breathe Me by Sia quickly came to mind and as I started to sing the notes I fell into my own world.

After what seemed like hours I got out of the shower and loosely slipping a towel around my body, holding it up with one hand. I abruptly opened the door to find Sherlock standing there, His ear leant against the door.

I bumped hard into him, and the shock forced me to drop my towel. Sherlock's arms stopped me from slipping, and as his warm hands lay on top of my damp skin, I felt the whole world disappear around me.

I looked up into his eyes and instantly got lost in the dreamy blue pools that were also staring into my dark brown eyes. We both stood in silence body's inches apart and  faces the same.

I was so comfortable just standing there in silence, feeling his hand gripping me with such intensity as if he would never let go, and I didn't want him to. Until out of the corner of my eyes I saw a white towel lying on the floor. A deep flush fell to my cheeks as I quickly grabbed my towel and ran into my room. Not daring look at Sherlock again.

Oh my god I just stood in front of Sherlock stark naked.

Why was he listening at the door?

Why am I so in love with him?

I got dressed quickly feeling very uncomfortable being naked anymore and after doing so I lay on my back on my bed and put my head into my hands. I din't cry but was just so stressed and embarrassed that I didn't know what else to do.

After several minutes of plucking up the courage to go into the kitchen, I got up and walked over to the door, to open it and find a plate of eggs, bacon and toast laid out for me. Sherlock was just pouring some orange juice until he noticed my presence looked up at me and...

Smiled.

Which was the most unexpected thing he possibly could have done.

I took a seat and began to stare in wonder at the gorgeous plate of food in front of me, before digging in and pleasing my appetite. I was just about the take my plate and say thank you until I felt a hand grip mine.

"Molly, your singing voice is amazing,"

My heart melted as I heard him say that, no one has ever said that before. He always knows how to pull on my heart strings.

"T-t-t-thank you, t-t-that's very... kind of you S-s-s-sherlock,"

The words kind and Sherlock not seeming to fit well together in a sentence.

I turned away and began washing up, I heard him walking out of the room and as he did he muttered something that he didn't think I would catch, but I did.

"Your body is amazing too,"

And with that he went and sat in his chair as my cheeks became as red as a tomato.

And this, was why I  am in love, with Sherlock Holmes.

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