THE LAST PROMPT WOOOO!!!
requested by the lovely @mychakk: #75, “You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” Uni!Lock
Sherlock Holmes was the most infuriating man Molly had ever known. It was bad enough they were lab partners but now, his dorm was right across from hers this year. She was attracted to him, of course, but damn him for being so abrasive at times. He had his good moments, she’d give him that but today, she had decided to put her foot down.
The heatwave was unusual for London. It was early May and there was only a couple weeks left of the school year. Molly had stormed out of the chemistry lab quickly after her typical day of arguing with Sherlock. She hadn’t heard him come after her though. The sun was hot and beating down on her viciously. Unused to the sweltering heat, Molly felt a bit woozy. Before she knew it, she had blacked out and woken up in her dorm an hour later.
“How did I get here?” she breathed heavily, sitting up quickly.
“You fainted, straight into my arms,” Sherlock told her. He stood by her desk. “You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” His arrogant smirk is what set her off.
“Sherlock Holmes, how dare you pretend to flirt with me,” Molly stood in front of him now. She felt weak again and Sherlock held her close.
“Don’t work yourself up, Molly, you need more water,” he told her as he scooped her up in his arms and set her on the bed again. He grabbed an ice cold water and handed it to her.
“Thank you,” she spoke quietly before gulping half of it down.
“What makes you think I was pretending?” Sherlock asked, sitting down next to her.
“Because it’s what you do when you want something from me,” Molly answered. Her voice betrayed her by breaking on the last word.
“You’re right; I do want something from you, but I’ve been a total git in the way I’ve attempted it,” he admitted. She locked eyes with him, surprised by his words.
“What do you want?” she asked, afraid to know the answer.
“You,” he smiled. “Only you.” She curled into him, allowing his arms to wrap themselves around her. Molly felt his lips press into her hair. “I am sorry, Molly. I’ve done a rubbish job of persuing you.”
“S'okay,” she murmured against his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of me.” They sat there like that until she fell asleep and he gently laid her down, covering her with the duvet. He kissed her forehead and slipped out of the dorm, happy that Molly knew how he felt.