"Thanks for letting me know your priorities are in order," he calls after her, still grinning.
For a second after she's shut the bathroom door, he lets himself breathe in the scent that lingers after her, of warm skin and sex. Even though they're not touching, it's still a form of contact, of bringing her in close to him. Which is a bit disorienting but also quite pleasant, and which he decides he likes quite a bit.
He also decides he'll nick a pillowcase before he leaves. Her work schedule after today won't leave them much time to be alone together for a few days--days he can spend on case work and in his mind palace--and while he knows there's a distinct pleasure in reunions, he also doesn't have as many reminders of her in his own space as he'd like. Particularly not since the explosion at 221B.
After a properly lazy moment, though, he slings himself out of bed and pads into the kitchen. Toby makes his way in from the living room, well aware that movement means food. And Sherlock, not wanting any interruptions any time soon, finds Toby's canned food and the treats Molly's stashed in the same cabinet.
It doesn't even occur to him yet to check his mobile or go look for a newspaper or anything. He's content to observe--to really take in, for the first time, in this wonderfully new context--what kinds of things Molly fills her space with, what sorts of books she has and which ones she obviously likes best.
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Date: 2017-03-06 02:45 am (UTC)For a second after she's shut the bathroom door, he lets himself breathe in the scent that lingers after her, of warm skin and sex. Even though they're not touching, it's still a form of contact, of bringing her in close to him. Which is a bit disorienting but also quite pleasant, and which he decides he likes quite a bit.
He also decides he'll nick a pillowcase before he leaves. Her work schedule after today won't leave them much time to be alone together for a few days--days he can spend on case work and in his mind palace--and while he knows there's a distinct pleasure in reunions, he also doesn't have as many reminders of her in his own space as he'd like. Particularly not since the explosion at 221B.
After a properly lazy moment, though, he slings himself out of bed and pads into the kitchen. Toby makes his way in from the living room, well aware that movement means food. And Sherlock, not wanting any interruptions any time soon, finds Toby's canned food and the treats Molly's stashed in the same cabinet.
It doesn't even occur to him yet to check his mobile or go look for a newspaper or anything. He's content to observe--to really take in, for the first time, in this wonderfully new context--what kinds of things Molly fills her space with, what sorts of books she has and which ones she obviously likes best.