Sherlock

Sherlolly

So guys, I'm think of writing normal now. I'm going to see how it goes and if work with me, I will do more normal writing - Potato
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  It was a rainy afternoon and it was a normal day at 221B. John writing on his blog and Sherlock being Sherlock, "BORED!" He yelled. "You want me to contact Lestrade?" John suggested. Sherlock got up from his chair and pace around the room, John left his laptop and went to make tea. "Tea?" He asked Sherlock but he denied. John shrugged and went to kitchen to make tea for himself. Sherlock stop pacing around and stood there for about a minute and got an idea. "I'm leaving, John." He informed him; he grabbed his coat and scarf. John peaked out of the kitchen, "Where to at this hour?" He asked but Sherlock didn't replied and simply walk out. He didn't brought anything to protect him from the rain, he didn't care it was just water. His hair was soaked and so was his clothes, an hour under the cold rain. He spotted Molly in the rain just standing there letting herself being poured by the rain, he approached her form behind. She gasped at the random action and turned to see Sherlock all soaked up by the rain, "You sacred me there, Sherlock." She mumbled. He opened his coat and and covered her, she accepted this offering and cuddled up since she had a small frame, Sherlock could fit her in his coat. "May I asked, what are your doing in the rain Ms. Hooper?" He asked. "I will wondering the same for you." She questioned him. Both made eye contact, she saw the ocean in his eyes and it made her smiled at what she thought. She had a small crush on Sherlock but she knew he wasn't big on love. He came closer to her face, "Thinking, Ms. Hooper?" He asked, breathe away from her lips. She feel choked, he was so closed to her. He never been this closed to anyone but John, "Just thinking that we may catch a cold." She lied. Now that she mention it, she was scared that they may actually get a cold before she could respond her lips was connected to Sherlock. She was screaming in the inside, she freaking kiss Sherlock Holmes! While Sherlock didn't care, he had love for Molly. It was smooth and passionate kiss, soon both broke off for breath well more for Molly. She was turning a new shade of red, "Get a cold, Ms. Hooper?" He joked, she slapped his chest. He laughed at the action, "I will walk you home, how does sound?" He asked, she nod. She didn't said at anything, she didn't know what to talk about. Once they both made to Molly home, Sherlock cupped her cheeks and gave a quick kiss. "Bye Ms. Hooper." He smiled then called a cab to take him home. Once at 221B, Sherlock made to his flat. It was unusual quiet, it was never this quiet. Yes, it was quiet but never quiet like no one lived here. "Sherlock." Someone called his name, it made him jumped. John was a piss little hedgehog, he had so many question. He sat at the medium size couch that lay next to window, he was were his pajama. He was extremely tired and it was almost one in the morning, "Your brother wouldn't leave me alone, something had do with you kissing someone?" John explained. Sherlock groan, he hated that Mycroft was spying on him 24/7 like a missing child that was never found. "What in god sakes does he mean you were kissing someone?!" John practically screamed. "Clam down, John. There people sleeping." He mumbled, heading to his chair. "When did you cared about your bloody neighbor?!" John asked. Sherlock sigh, he knew it was better to tell John. " Molly," was all Sherlock said. John easily down a little, "You kissed Molly Hooper?" He questioned. John found this quite amusing, the great Sherlock Holmes found himself a mate! "Yes...something wrong with that?" He asked, John chuckled. He got up from the couch, "Well I need some sleep, I need a better explanation form you next morning." John yawned and left the flat to his flat. Sherlock smiled and surprisingly slept

The End. Next it Jimlock or more say Sheraity, love ya'll!! - Potato