threepipeproblem | OTA---Molly's here! :)

Molly Hooper is sitting on a swivel stool in the lab. A scale with someone's former liver atop it sits in front of her, a log book and pen at her side; however, she can't concentrate. Pensive, she rests her chin in her hand and stares blankly into space. WHY did he have to be so callous?, she wondered. She'd chosen that dress especially for the occasion...for him. Now all she felt was humiliation and heartbreak. And did he have to ruin the only other relationship she'd tried to persevere with Jim from the IT department? She had actually begun to fall for him; if anyone could have dragged her away from the flame, it would have been him. That said, any unhappiness and disappointment that would follow her, Sherlock was usually at the source of it. Molly had thought about actually leaving her cats at home this evening and attending a speed-dating event down the pub that she'd heard about from one of her colleagues, but now she felt totally awkward, and completely unattractive. Why bother? The situation seemed pointless as she prodded the dead liver with tongs and pulling a face.

[OOC: Molly's depressed; somebody go and cheer her up, would ya? Also, she doesn't necessarily need to only be attracted to Sherlock in this verse; I am actually a little interested in what would have happened had Sherlock not deduction-blocked 'Molliarty' in 'The Great Game'. So, any Jim-muns, get in touch. Lestrade and Watson are game, too. :) TAGGED FOR FUTURE POST-REICHENBACH FALL STORYLINES!! ]

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Oh, I'm quite sure you do.

[Molly stared at the clock; it was growing dark and she prayed Sherlock would stay gone for the night. Would shagging him senseless work? Even the great Jim Moriarty had to have a weak spot. The air was silent; all that could be heard was the sound of their breath. Her eyes shifted to focus upon Jim's, and his dark eyes burned with shock, adrenaline, and something else she couldn't quite discern.]

Jim eyed her up and down, not making any effort to hide the lust that was accumulating within him. She looked different in casual clothes, she was such a tiny little thing all fine bones and porcelain skin. The air of apprehension had passed over her now and she was looking at him like he was...prey.

She closed the space between them and scrutinised him intensely, as though dreaming up all sorts of fitting punishments. In his lowest most predatory tone he uttered into her ear, ”Come on then, show Daddy what you can do.”

OTA---Molly's here! :)

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