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It had been a relatively long day for Sherlock and Molly, having driven a few hours out of London for Sherlock to solve the case in a matter of minutes. When they had left, it had already been later in the day so Sherlock had made the executive decision for them to stay the night.

They arrived at a small bungalow, Sherlock having the keys for it, Molly not know how he had obtained them in the first place. She’d never heard him mention the place before, but here they were and that was that.

The building was only small, but it was more than enough for them for the night. Stripping off to be more comfortable for the evening, Molly was soon left in just the jumper she had worn that day, it barely covering her at all, but she did not mind then as it was only Sherlock who would be seeing her. He wouldn’t care, nor would he say anything either about it.

They had not packed anything, so they had little to occupy themselves than each other and their mobile phones which would not last forever either.

Relaxing back in the bed, Sherlock’s head had somehow found it’s way onto Molly’s lap and as she laid back with her feet up against the low ceiling. Her fingers ran through his dark curls as she felt his fingers running up near the top of her thigh. She shivered slightly at the feeling of his fingers grazing against her delicate skin, the sensation being completely new to her.

Before today she had been quite sure there had been nothing between them, but now in their current position, it was making Molly question it all. They had been growing closer as of late, but it had never come to anything like this before.

She had a hard time knowing where to look now as her gaze moved between Sherlock’s torso and the view above her through the window. They were only in a small village so the details of the stars in the sky could be seen much better from here than back in London. “If I ever move flats, I want a roof like this. It would be nice to look up and see the stairs while curled up in bed.”

It was the first words that either of them had spoken in quite some time, but the silence had not felt awkward at all, at least not for Molly. Continuing to run her fingers through his hair, she turned her gaze back to him, a small smile on her features as she took in the sight of him once again. He was beautiful, she couldn’t not admit it then considering the way he looked now.

Letting out a content sigh, Molly shut her eyes as she allowed herself to take in all of the detail of what she felt now, not knowing if anything like this would happen again.