#◭ 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒔𝒕 / molly — interactions.

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@shrlxcked​  said:  "are you nervous?"

      A  shake  of  her  head  no,  even  though  there  was  a  quiver  to  her  usually  steady  hands,  the  breath  leaving  her  in  a  stutter  of  anticipation.  It  was  the  good  kind  of  nervousness,  she  figured,  the  one  that  left  a  feeling  of  electricity  buzzing  beneath  her  skin,  and  liquid  heat  pooling  between  her  legs.  The  things  it  did  to  her,  when  Sherlock  was  taking  control  like  that,  voice  dropped  low,  shoulders  squared  back,  the  way  he  held  himself  carrying  an  aura  of  utter  control.  It  demanded  her  attention,  and  she  was  never  as  willing  to  hone  in  on  anything  in  her  entire  life.  

   “ I’m  alright, ”  she  clarifies  eventually,  the  corner  of  her  mouth  curling  up.  It’s  been  a  long  while  since  he  had  truly  made  Molly  truly,  unpleasantly  nervous,  and  never  when  it  came  to  the  matters  between  the  sheets.  The  excitement  which  made  her  quiver  was  brought  on  by  pure  trust,  knowledge  that  he  wouldn’t  do  anything  to  hurt  her  intentionally,  even  when  they  were  trying  something  new  and  more  risque.  With  a  last  glance  spared  at  him,  Molly  closed  her  eyes  just  as  the  delicate,  silk  blindfold  descended  upon  them,  presenting  her  hands  for  him,  waiting  to  be  tied  up.  

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@shrlxcked​:  " on your knees. "

       Whole  body  abuzz  with  excitement,  it  was  not  the  first  time  Sherlock  took  charge  like  that  (  and  hopefully  not  the  last  ),  yet  it  was  always  so  exhilarating  that  Molly  didn’t  even  bother  to  put  up  a  fight.  Not  even  the  fun,  sexy  kind  of  a  fight.  Lower  lip  rolled  back  into  her  mouth,  she  bites  down  on  it,  hiding  her  excited  smile  as  she  lowers  herself  onto  her  knees.  Her  eyes  never  break  contact  with  his,  chin  tilted  up,  loose  hair  cascading  down  her  back.  “ Like  this? ”  An  innocent  question  falls  from  her  lips,  and  Molly  has  to  fight  the  urge  to  grab  at  the  fly  of  his  pants  straight  away  and  take  charge  for  herself.  She  doubts  he’d  object,  but  she  really  wants  to  enjoy  and  appreciate  his  command.  

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@angerbuilt​  liked  for  a  starter    /   sc.

     “ London  becomes  a  mess  during  The  World  Cup. ”  An  observation  made  while  chewing  on  half  a  chip,  its  other  part  still  held  in  between  Molly’s  fingers.  She  looks  around  the  surroundings  once  again,  the  huge  crowd  almost  sucking  up  all  the  air  out  from  the  room.  A  shake  of  her  head,  it’s  a  good  thing  she  had  the  table  reserved.  “ And  by  that  I  mean  more  of  a  mess  than  it  usually  is, ”  she  jokes,  her  attention  returning  to  her  companion.  

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LIKE THIS POST TO RECEIVE A STARTER FROM MOLLY HOOPER      the starter might range from one liner to a para, and might be inspired by quotes from music/tv shows/movies/books. mutuals only. the mun reserves the right to produce said starter whenever possible. so if you had liked this post, and we’re mutuals, know that the starter will be posted eventually.  multimuse blogs, please let me know which muse you want to see interact with molly!

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@shrlxcked​ plotted starter 

     It  starts  innocently  enough,  some  pain  in  her  lower  back,  nothing  she  hadn’t  experienced,  so  Molly  signs  it  off  as  a  consequence  of  her  shift.  Only  that  she  had  ended  her  shift  a  few  hours  ago,  and  hadn't  felt  any  fatigue  in  her  body.  But  that  thought  wouldn’t  come  until  later,  when  she’s  getting  ready  for  a  shower.  Listening  to  the  news  on  the  telly  blaring  from  another  room,  the  woman  slips  out  of  her  clothing,  folding  each  article  before  putting  them  away  into  the  laundry  basket.  As  she  moves  her  arms  behind  her  back  to  unhook  the  bra,  a  pang  of  pain  shoots  up  her  back,  severe  enough  to  knock  the  breath  from  her  lungs  right  out.  Her  breaths  quiver  as  she  tries  to  recover,  as  concern  clasps  at  her  heart.  

        Even  though  in  her  mind  she  tries  to  calm  herself,  and  reprimands  herself  for  jumping  to  conclusions,  the  fear  that  gripped  her  in  just  a  few  seconds  is  what  makes  her  freeze  in  her  spot.  Molly  doesn’t  dare  to  remove  her  knickers  or  even  look  down;  the  wetness  between  her  legs  suddenly  didn’t  feel  like  the  usual  arousal  caused  by  her  raging  hormones.  It  takes  her  a  while,  a  couple  of  minutes  at  least,  before  she  forces  herself  to  slip  her  hand  into  her  underwear,  collecting  the  warm  moisture  on  her  fingertips.  And  when  finally  her  eyes  catch  on  the  sight  of  her  now  crimson  colored  fingers,  there’s  only  one  thing  she  can  think  of  to  do:  “ Sherlock! ”  

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@soughtreasure​   /    greg     ◭   sc.

      “ We  should  go  to  a  live  game. ”  Football  has  never  been  an  interest  for  her,  however,  during  her  relationship  with  Tom,  she  sat  through  a  number  of  matches.  And  in  time  she  found  that  she  had  enjoyed  observing  the  sport  quite  a  lot,  even  if  she  didn’t  understand  all  of  the  rules.  Even  after  the  split,  Molly  managed  to  catch  a  game  or  two  on  her  time  off,  and  watching  one  now  with  Greg  in  a  darkened  pub,  she  had  realized  just  how  much  she  wanted  to  witness  the  game  live.  “ That  would  be  so  much  fun,  wouldn’t  it? ”  

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@shrlxcked   said:    ❛ you   have   snowflakes   in   your   hair. ❜

       “ What? ”     The   observation   leaves   her   stumped,   quickly   picking   up   a   strand   of   her   own   hair   to   examine   to   see   that   it   was   indeed   littered   with   white.   The   only   problem   was   that   it   hadn’t   been   snowing,   Molly   was   certain   of   it.     “ Oh! ”     She   exclaims   as   she   remembers   the   reason,   running   a   thumb   over   the   strand.     “ It’s   fake   snow.   They   rented   a   machine   for   it   for   the   hospital’s   Christmas   bash.   Turned   some   of   my   colleagues   grey,   it   did.   The   wind   probably   blew   it   out   of   my   hair   while   I   was   coming   home,   though   some   of   the   snow   got   stuck. ”  

        And   in   defense   as   to   why   it   took   her   so   long   to   remember?   She   had   a   few   glasses   of   wine   in   her.   It   was   a   celebration,   after   all,   the   only   one   she’ll   have   to   commemorate   the   holiday,   seeing   as   she   was   working   during   the   actual   day   again.   And   it’s   not   like   she   had   expected   to   see   Sherlock   —   who   was   still   pretending   to   be   dead   and   gone   —   in   her   flat   months   after   his   fall.   “ I   thought   you   weren’t   allowed   to   return   to   London   until   all   of   this   was   sorted? ”  

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@shrlxcked​​​  liked  for  a  starter    /   sc.

      Chest  heaving  with  deep  breaths,  not  only  from  the  exertion  it  took  rushing  to  221b,  but  from  the  ire  that  was  bubbling  within  her.  Molly  had  been  waiting  to  hear  about  Sherlock’s  return  so  the  two  of  them  could  sit  down  and  talk  this  mess  out  like  two  civilized  people,  but  when  Mycroft  had  attempted  to  do  the  talking  for  his  younger  brother,  she  lost  all  of  her  cool.  After  what  she  was  put  through,  Molly  deserves  an  explanation  face  to  bloody  face.  

    There  was  no  need  to  knock  as  the  door  was  wide  open,  just  like  it  almost  always  was,  and  Molly  was  free  to  storm  into  the  room  without  any  hindrance.  “ What  the  hell,  Sherlock?! ”  The  question  bursts  out  of  her  throat  before  she’s  even  fully  inside  the  flat,  eyes  dark  with  a  mix  of  emotions,  ranging  from  hurt  to  anger.  Hands  curled  into  fists  at  her  sides,  it  takes  all  that  she  has  to  keep  her  composure  somewhat  stable,  It’s  best  that  she  could  do,  considering  the  storm  in  her  mind  and  heart.  “ Not  only  do  you  call  me  out  of  the  blue  and  humiliate  me,  you  also  send  in  Mycroft  to  glaze  over  your  mess?  No,  I  won’t  accept  that,  I  want  to  hear  the  explanation  from  you. ”

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@crimesolved​     ◭   sc.

     “ No,  absolutely  not! ”  Voice  unusually  loud  for  Molly,  she  stomped  up  to  the  bedroom,  hoping  that  her  raised  tone  would  shake  Sherlock  out  of  whatever  mind  palace  corridor  he  was  stuck  in.  “ I ��tolerate  many  things  in  the  flat,  but  animal  organs  in  my  fridge  are  not  one  of  them! ”  To  help  her  case,  the  side  of  Molly’s  closed  fist  rammed  against  the  door  several  times.  “ Do  you  hear  me?!  Get  those  out  of  my  fridge  right  now! ”  

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@soughtreasure​   /    john     ◭   sc.

     “ You  were  right, ”  is  the  first  thing  she  says  upon  meeting  John  in  the  lab.  No  hello,  or  anything,  just  straight  to  the  point.  She  was  a  touch  too  excited  for  niceties,  which  perhaps  was  entirely  indecent  in  and  of  itself,  considering  the  reason  for  her  thrill.  “ It  wasn’t  actually  the  asphyxiation  that  killed  him!  It  was  a  heart  attack  caused  by  NSAIDs,  though  the  asphyxiation  didn’t  help  the  matters.  How  on  earth  did  you  catch  that? ”