The Jealousy (II)
Molly’s Flat-One Summer night
Sherlock Holmes entered Molly’s flat through the living room window as usual.
Molly: Sherlock! There is a thing called a ‘door’, you know? And I have given you the key, haven’t I?
Sherlock: If you don’t want me to use your window, why don’t you just lock it, Molly.
Molly: I couldn’t, what if you were trapped outside.
Sherlock: (smirked) You love me too much, Molly Hooper.
Molly rolled her eyes in respond while Sherlock made himself at home. The consulting detective shove Toby out from Molly’s lap, laid down on the sofa then took the cat’s place. It grumpily meowed and gave him the deadly glare which was ignored completely by Sherlock.
Molly: I am not your pillow, Sherlock. (Sighed but with warm smiled) You look tired. When was the last time you sleep?
Sherlock: Three days ago.
Molly: Three days?! Why don’t you go lie down and get some sleep? Oh…but my bedroom is a bit messy, Tom asked if he could have all of his stuff back so I have been packing.
Sherlock: T..o..m, you ex? So you are sending him back his things?
Molly: Nop, I’m seeing him tomorrow for lunch. You know, we are friends still. It’d be better to meet up with him in person.
Sherlock: I see…
Sherlock suddenly got up and offered her his hand.
Sherlock: Let’s go to bed, Molly.
Molly: Hm? You go ahead, I want to finish this book first. It’s Tom’s. He said I could keep it but I think I should just….
Molly did not get her chance to finish as Sherlock picked her up in his arms and headed to her bedroom.
Molly: Sherlock, what are you doing?!
Sherlock: Isn’t it obvious? I am taking you to bed.
Molly: But Sherlock, I want to finish…
Molly was not able to say anything further as Sherlock swooped down to kiss her fiercely on the lips. In between the kiss, Molly tried to protested.
Molly: to finish Tom’s (kissed) book. I’m to see (kissed) him tomorrow. I (kissed) Oh…God, Sherlock.
Molly finally gave in and kissed him back. Sherlock grinned slyly into her mouth. As he laid her down on ‘their’ bed, the book was carefully pried off her hand then thrown into one of the boxes, containing Tom’s stuff and finally forgotten.
The morning after
Molly Hooper was pissed, very pissed, when she saw herself in the mirror. Sherlock Holmes had intentionally left his love bites on her almost everywhere; the sides of her neck, collarbone, shoulder and breasts. There was no way she could cover all the marks with her summer clothes. And she was to meet up with her ex fiancé in an hour.
Molly: God…I will kill you, Sherlock Holmes!
A gastro pub-lunch time
John: Why are we having lunch out today, mate? I thought the case was closed.
Sherlock did not answer as he was deeply focusing on someone else in particular. John turned, took a peek and chuckled.
John: Possessive ass. So you are following Molly and her fiancé. It’s Tom, isn’t it, his name?
Sherlock: It’s her ‘EX’ fiancé and yes, the name is ‘Tom’.
John: Molly has a cold?
Sherlock: No, as far as I know, she is perfectly healthy.
John: Then why is she wearing that scarf? It’s bloody hot today.
Sherlock (grinned mischievously): Yeah, why so, John?
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