With her leaning into him, her body warm and relaxing against his, he simultaneously feels a deep thrill of danger and a sense of thorough safety. The cynical part of his mind, the part of himself he assigns Mycroft's clipped voice, is pointing out that he's only giving her ammunition to use against him later. That he's essentially laying himself out on one of her tables and handing her all the tools to open him up and take out all the vital stuff inside.
But she loves him right now. Setting aside however her feelings have evolved over the years, Molly Hooper loves him right this minute, and presumably for at least the next ten minutes after, and no matter what else happens to him he will have the memory of her laughter and her body tucked against his own.
That is small and inadequate and pitifully human, and it's enough for a lifetime. It's more than Sherlock has ever thought he'd have of love.
He shifts to support her weight more surely, just as if she were leaning in for anther lift or an arabesque, and sucks lightly at the pale skin above the collar of her jumper.
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Date: 2017-02-06 09:30 pm (UTC)But she loves him right now. Setting aside however her feelings have evolved over the years, Molly Hooper loves him right this minute, and presumably for at least the next ten minutes after, and no matter what else happens to him he will have the memory of her laughter and her body tucked against his own.
That is small and inadequate and pitifully human, and it's enough for a lifetime. It's more than Sherlock has ever thought he'd have of love.
He shifts to support her weight more surely, just as if she were leaning in for anther lift or an arabesque, and sucks lightly at the pale skin above the collar of her jumper.