pennywaltzy:(Banner by @strangelock221b)Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures - It all begins

pennywaltzy:(Banner by @strangelock221b)Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures - It all begins with an invitation to Mycroft’s wedding to his PA and seven days at a resort in Jamaica, with the assumption that Molly pretends to be his girlfriend that his mother might be under the impression that he’s going to propose to sooner rather than later. It ends up being so much more than that…READ CHAPTER 1 | READ CHAPTER 10 | BUY ME A COFFEE?He was left alone until it was almost time for the dinner greeting the guests. He had no idea what Mycroft had told their mother and father, or if he was even speaking to them at the moment, but it was nearly an hour before Molly came back to their room. “How did it go?” he asked, fixing the cuff on his shirt. Or attempting too, at least; he was still riled by his confrontation with his eldest brother even though Mycroft and he had talked and planned for a few hours and he felt the situation could still be in their control.Molly stepped up to him and batted his hand away, fixing the cuff herself. “It went fine. Most everyone else who will need to leave is leaving tomorrow or the day after, well before the stag do and the arrival of most of the bureaucrats.”“Did Robert leave your side?” he asked.Molly paused in what she was doing. “Why?”“Sherrinford is…interested in you,” Sherlock said distastefully. “In a way that makes me feel ill.”“If anyone is getting into my knickers this week you have a better chance than most,” she said with a slightly teasing voice. “You are my boyfriend, after all. Nearly fiancee at this point.”“Molly,” he said, setting his hand on hers. She stopped again, the teasing look on her face gone. “I don’t know my brother. I have no idea what he’s capable of, or why he’s really here, or…well, anything regarding him, really. He has been a nonexistent part of my life since I was quite young, and I haven’t bothered to learn about him, which is probably to my folly, now. But he is bad news. I know I don’t rely on gut feelings very often but this time, I’m choosing to. Please don’t put yourself in a position to be alone with him.”She nodded slowly. “I’ll make sure I stay safe, Sherlock, but don’t underestimate me.”“Never that. I learned that long ago,” he said, moving his hands to cradle his face. “You’re one of the strongest women I have ever had the privilege to meet, but there are some hurts that can’t be fixed, no matter how much I would want to.” He ran a thumb along her left cheekbone. “I don’t want anything to happen to you.”She nodded again, her eyes never leaving him, and then she raised herself up to kiss him. It was a soft, speculative kiss, at least at first. But then it began to grow, becoming similar to the one they had shared earlier in the day. Now, though, there was no audience for them to put on a performance for, and he needed…Her?To rein things in before they went too far?The question was left unanswered when there was a knock at the door and they broke apart, both breathless with their chests heaving. With what seemed like the utmost reluctance Molly pulled away as Sherlock tried to regain the ability to breathe well enough to speak. “Yes?”“Are you alone?” he heard his mother ask from the other side of the door.“Molly is here with me,” he said, scowling as a rather shy smile blossomed on Molly’s face. She moved to the bedroom while Sherlock went to the door. “Hello.”“I’ve made a mess of this whole occasion, haven’t I?” his mother asked, tilting her head.“I’d say inviting Sherrinford to join us was a bit of a breach of trust, yes,” Sherlock said, crossing his arms and leaning against the door jamb. “I hardly know him and all, but you had years of observing his and Mycroft’s interactions with each other. Did you really think this would go over well?”“He just sort of…ambushed your father and I as we were on our way here. I was pleased to see him, I admit, but I told him we had an event and he simply invited himself along,” she said pursing her lips.Not the story he told the rest of you, Sherlock noted to himself. He gave his mother a sigh. “Well, persuade him to leave. That will make Mycroft vastly happier.”“It’s never been easy to sway Sherrinford,” she said. Then her eyes narrowed as she seemed to take a closer look at him before a smile formed on her face. “Was I interrupting something?”“Actually, yes, you were,” he said.“I have the rings. I know you didn’t reply to the note, but I brought a few. Your grandmother had such lovely taste in jewelry.”Sherlock pursed his lips together. “I don’t know if we’re at quite that stage, Mum, but…I’ll take a look. Later, though. I need to get ready.” He hesitated a moment and leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “Do what you can to get Sherrinford to leave before the stag do and I assure you, Mycroft may be inclined to forgive you.”“Yes dear,” she said, turning. “I’ll see you at the dinner. And if you’re late, I’ll give your regards.”He groaned softly and shut the door behind her before resting his forehead against the door. What was he thinking with the rings? A moment ago he’d been half tempted to have his way with her on the damn floor because he wasn’t sure he’d have the self-control to make it to the bed, and then…talking about rings with his mum? Why? What was it about Molly that just thrust him into a perpetual state of confusion?He didn’t know, but he hoped he figured it out soon before he made a stupid decision he couldn’t back out of. -- source link

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