VIGEMUSQUE

\   our rps are getting out of hand but ffs idc 
          
          “molly,”  he says softly,  the tiniest hint of a hopeful smile on his face.  one hand is stretched out towards her slightly,  fingers lax and hand shaped like he’s holding something light.  “would you like to dance?” 

petiteflcur

@mortemtendency™
            "  but  isn't  she...  the  maid  of  honor  and...  shouldn't  you  be  both  partners?  "  she  inquires  thoughtfully, head tilting to her side after she twirls around . it was quick, but she saw tom's eyes glaring daggers at sherlock. she coughs awkwardly at that, her hold loosening. " i really  think  that  you  should  be with her instead of me - " 
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VIGEMUSQUE

\   RIGHT ????
            
            he gnaws at his bottom lip for a second,  and then decidedly presses his lips together when her hand reaches up to pat at his curls.  sherlock swallows,  blinks in confusion.  what’s that for?  “yes,  maybe i’ll summon the void,”  he answers with a sigh.  and throw some people right down there,  he wants to add,  but that would be too obvious.  sherlock’s gaze flies over to janine.  ah.  yes.  she’s watching them.  “well,  i don’t want to dance with her.”
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petiteflcur

@mortemtendency™
            /  POSSESSIVE  SHERLOCK  IS  A  100  DAMN  
            
            smiling  ,  she  reaches  one  of  her  hand  out  to  pat  sherlock's  head  gently  .  "  you're  staring,  sherlock  ...  if  you  stare  long  enough,  you'll  be  able  to  open  holes  .  "  she  told  him,  not  pushing  the  boundary they have right now. if only she isn't engage to tom, she would've fully enjoyed this time. even perhaps try to steal a kiss and walk away like nothing happened. as for now, she can't do much.  "  i  think  janine  wants  to  dance  with  you...  "  
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VIGEMUSQUE

molly,  where did my  ONE  jumper go—  i literally own  ONE SINGLE JUMPER  and it’s gone.  any ideas—?

petiteflcur

@mortemtendency™
            " the irony, sherlock. i work on dead bodies... and  figure  out  the cause and effects of their deaths... there's no such thing as miracle to my work... you're just tired and stressed. " she told him after peppering his forehead with endearing kisses. molly couldn't resist the softness of his curls so she buries her face in it while she kept kneading her hands on his scalp and shoulders. 
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molly is working literal miracles on his tense and stiff body with her hands.  he sighs out softly when she presses between her shoulder blades,  rolling his shoulders up into the the touch.  “mm,  it’s fine,”  he mutters.  “you’re a miracle worker.  how are you doing this?  i’ll fall asleep—“
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petiteflcur

@mortemtendency™
            " that's bad... " she pouts, smirking as the clench of his jaw didn't go unnoticed. taking things a little bit further this time, molly used her other hand to massage the sore passage on sherlock's shoulder blades. anatomy is her forte. pointing out the pressure points and easing them down is like a piece of cake for her. " you're tense . tell me if it hurts, okay? " 
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VIGEMUSQUE

the ring doesn’t bother me.  you don’t have to take it off for me.  
          
          \   a n g s t  ;)

petiteflcur

@mortemtendency™
            " i fear... if none of us had ever dared to make a move, we'll be both miserable for the rest of our lives. " molly told sherlock in a hushed whisper when the detective brushed her tears away ( as he should be ). the chains that held her down all the time - she took every ounce of her courage and used it to break free. she succeeded and now she's happier than ever. " i can't promise that i can be a good girlfriend either - hency why i have so many failed relationships. " she chuckles, smiling brightly this time. " maybe this time, i'll succeed. " 
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“molly,”  he mumbles right back,  against her lips,  his entire world flaring in a flash of bright lights and honeywarm colors.  the faint smell of sour cherries ghosts around in his mind and he can’t help but huff a laugh.  sherlock molds their lips together,  fits them together like a puzzle piece,  locks his plush bottom lip against her thin upper lip.  “i  . . .  i love you,  molly hooper,”  he whispers,  a secret just for them,  and swipes her tear away with a slightly awkward smile.  “i’ve always loved you,  and i’ve always trusted you,  and you’ve always counted.  you’ll have to forgive me for any future mistakes i make;  i know i’m far from  . . .  a good boyfriend.”
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petiteflcur

@mortemtendency 
            the  moment  their  lips  connected,  molly's  emotions  went  haywire  in  a  sudden  burst  of  euphoria . her entire world halted to a complete stop as her energy focused on the kiss and kiss only . the universe, the stars, the supernova. it surrounded her and she floats like a feather at the freedom. she finally stepped out of her cave and she did that to sherlock too. " sherlock... " she mutters softly, one last tear dropped from her eye before she kissed back harder. molly's hands that were cupping sherlock's face consciously wraps around his neck. she left him breathless. for years, she waited... and this moments feels like forever. 
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VIGEMUSQUE

you shouldn’t be working again.  don’t make me cancel your shift.  you need rest.

petiteflcur

@mortemtendency 
            * her mind was absent, flying away to god knows where, leaving her to her base instincts mostly. she tugs a little on sherlock's hair when he began to pull back, and opened her eyes when the detective began to speak. how many years, she wonders... her brain returns when a laughter reaches her ears. she processed the question for a few moments *  too  long... i have yearned... and now i'm finally getting it. 
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*  he makes a stifled,  strangled noise in his throat.  how she sighs out his name like a prayer.  sherlock cups her jaw,  thumb resting against her ear lobe,  and he eagerly reciprocates,  melting their lips together slowly,  again and again,  with soft little breathing breaks every few seconds.  *  molly.  *  he pulls away,  lips parted.  *  molly.  molly hooper.  *  sherlock laughs,  silently at first,  his shoulders shaking with it,  and then a bit louder,  full of glee.  *  you’re impossible.  truly remarkable.  *  he leans their foreheads together with sparkling eyes.  *  how long have you yearned to do this  ...
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petiteflcur

@mortemtendency 
            *  there's  no  letting  go  this  time  .  the  red  strings  of  her  love  entangles  sherlock  holmes  heart  .  she'll  take  it.  she'll protect it. she'll cherish it. molly may not be sherlock's first... in bed... but she's definitely the most willing one to give the detective all he needs. her chest bloomed in warmth again when the male presses against her. beautiful, she gasps breathlessly. her brain is projecting too much dopamine on her veins. she feels high in a euphoric ride. her hands traveled from his broad shoulders and they finally found solace in those damp curls that she loves. * oh  ,  sherlock... 
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