He watched her from the window. She had no idea he was there, he wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place. However, something in his chest had nagged and pleaded with him until he found himself crawling up the terrace and quietly, carefully, hiding behind the small tree she had placed on her balcony.
Molly sat on her sofa, reading a novel and enjoying a large honey-crisp apple. He watched on as she bit into the side of the juicy fruit, her soft lips grazing along the skin of it. It had reminded him of the final night before he left to end this whole thing.
They were a entanglement of limbs and slick with the rain from standing on the balcony. He hadn’t known what came over him out there. Perhaps it was the way the wind blew her hair back and away from her neck. Maybe it was just the raw state that he found himself in. However, in a swift move, Sherlock had crashed his mouth into hers, sealing them tightly together in a fiercely needy kiss. He felt her gasp against his lips, noting how her eyes widened with the shock of it. Then, just as quickly, she reciprocated the action, pulling him closer by the now damp curls of his head. They clung to each other steadfastly, not wanting to break contact, despite the cold pelting water that now came down in a steady stream. Molly shivered in the cool night air, her exposed arms developing goosebumps on top of her smooth skin. Their labored breathing crashed and collided against each others mouths, and Sherlock soon found himself pressing her up against the glass of her sliding glass door. His wet and cold hands ran roughly along her soaked tank top, feeling her flesh beneath the thin fabric.
“Inside.” She mumbled, her hand fumbling with the door handle. Sherlock nodded his head, and flung it open as quickly as he could. They had barely made it inside, before taking to caressing each other again. Molly kissed along his jaw now, running the trail from behind his ear, to just before his chin. It was then that she kissed down and onto his neck, her soft lips wrapping around his Adam’s apple as she sucked a love mark onto his pale skin. Sherlock hissed with need, and his hands began to wander over her body in a frenzied non-pattern, wanting to find solace anywhere they could.
They hadn’t even made it to her bedroom, simply content with the small and cramped sofa to provide them with some frame to work on. He had gently pinned her underneath him, perfectly cautious of ensuring she was still comfortable and able to move.
They had made love then and there, her soft cries floating above his head in the air, and no doubt drifting on the breeze that flowed out of the still open balcony door. His name was on her lips, hers on his own, as they enjoyed each others company. When they had finished, Sherlock gazed down at her, content in watching her sleep for an eternity. However, he knew he needed to leave. With a final kiss on her soft lips, Sherlock slipped away from her loose grip, covering her in a blanket he had pulled from her room. He redressed himself, and left through the open sliding door. As he closed it behind him, he looked back through the window, watching her lithe form breathing in and out perfectly as she slept.
Sherlock snapped out of his memory, to see her standing from her position on the sofa. She had completed the apple, and was tossing the stem and core into the garbage bin. Panic set in then, as he watched her approaching the balcony door. He hid himself further behind the branches and small leaves of the tree, hoping that she would not perceive his presence. Molly slid open the door, before stepping onto the balcony. She crossed the short distance to the railing, and leaned on it as she gazed out to the streets of London. Sherlock watched as her gaze fixed on nothing, her eyes seeming lost and empty. A deep sigh fell from her lips, and he watched a tear roll down her cheek. The surprise came to him then, as he heard her mumble to no one.
“Wherever you are, please, please be safe. Please come back to me.” Her eyes closed, and another tear fell to silently join the other. He hadn’t felt his body move, hadn’t noticed himself stepping from around the tree, until he was standing behind her, pulling her into a fierce hug.
“I’m here. I’m here, Molly.”