Molly closes the door behind her, aware that Sherlock's probably closed it to keep Toby out. Toby won't be happy about that, but he'll live.
When she finally turns toward her bed, the sight of Sherlock curled up in it is another one of those moments she has to stop and take stock of and remind herself that it's real. He's figured which side of the bed is hers she notices (of course he has) and seeing his hand pressing to the place where her body would be, makes her chest feel tight in a way that she knows is a psychosomatic response to her feelings of love and adoration for this man.
He looks comfortable and right there in her space.
Before she climbs into bed with him, she pulls off her jumper and hangs it on a hook behind her door. She then walks over and climbs in next to him, settling on her side so they are face to face.
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Date: 2017-01-28 08:42 pm (UTC)When she finally turns toward her bed, the sight of Sherlock curled up in it is another one of those moments she has to stop and take stock of and remind herself that it's real. He's figured which side of the bed is hers she notices (of course he has) and seeing his hand pressing to the place where her body would be, makes her chest feel tight in a way that she knows is a psychosomatic response to her feelings of love and adoration for this man.
He looks comfortable and right there in her space.
Before she climbs into bed with him, she pulls off her jumper and hangs it on a hook behind her door. She then walks over and climbs in next to him, settling on her side so they are face to face.
"Hi."