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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"What if dear old Sherlock walks in hmm? What then? That would somewhat put the dampers on this little set up that you have?”

Jim gestured around at the dreary looking flat, firm in his theory that Sherlock had been hiding out there.

“On the other hand...” Jim pressed himself against her until their bodies were flush,”...it would be fun to mess up his bed wouldn’t it?” Jim spoke in the naughtiest of tones, his eyes darting in the direction of the bedroom.

[Molly wasn't about to give in; at least, not in that way.]

Sherlock isn't here, Jim. I don't know if it's wishful thinking on your part.....I.....just wish you'd shut up.

[Backing him up against the door frame, she braces herself against it with her knee, trapping him as she kisses him again, this time violently.]

Taking Molly's face in his hands he broke the kiss and smiled, a genuine smile that reached right up to his glistening eyes. Things were going well...

"Ok sweetheart, have it your way. But when it all gets too much and he's got you in such a state that you don't know which way is up...you'll know where I am." he swiped his hand gently down her face and went to make his exit.

[Molly didn't want him to leave, as much as she knew how bad that could be. But he had made her feel a flash of something that was completely unlike her. It was daring and dangerous, and she'd never been cast in a 'bad-girl' role, not once in her life.]

Sherlock doesn't live here, but I know he's alive. Okay? Is that what you wanted to hear?

[The words flew out of her gob faster than she could control her speech. Oh God. What had she just done? But then, Sherlock had used her, charmed her, only to use her again to get what information he needed from her at any given time. He was so analytical, he didn't even realize that he was hurting her; it was simply a means to an end. He was never truly interested in her, and deep down, she knew he never would be. It was probably her angst and her desperation and her anger towards Sherlock that she blurted out:]

Please. Please, don't go.

Still turned away from her, as though to make his exit, Jim closed his eyes for a moment to savour the moment. Turning on his heel to face her,"Thats more like it now..." he cooed in sweet, patronising tones,"...tell me, why should I not leave right now? If your man 's not here, what pray tell is my reason to stay?"

He knew what he was doing, he could see something stirring within her, just under the surface. All he had to do was find the right button to push, and who knew what little Molly might be capible of.

[Her eyes stared at the floorboards as she pondered his query. This was revenge. She was so humiliated by Sherlock, and had been for the last time. This was for him.]

Because you don't really want to leave, do you, Jim?

Placing his arms either side of her, resting his hands on the formika work top that she leaned against, he effectively had her trapped.

"No, not at all pet, but what are you going to do to make me stay?"

[Unbeknownst to Moriarty while he had Molly trapped against the counter, she'd opened the drawer directly underneath it and grabbed a pair of handcuffs that Sherlock had nicked from Lestrade for just this sort of occasion (well, maybe not exactly...). In one swift move, she pushed Jim against the adjacent door frame and cuffed his wrists behind his back.]

I don't think you have much of a choice any more, Moriarty.

With the familiar rasp and click of the handcuffs Jim's heart began racing, not out of fear of what she might do, oh no, out of anticipation of what she might do.

"Oh goody you want to play?!" he shot her a smile of genuine excitement, he didn't mean to look so giddy but he loved nothing better than when someone tried to stand up to him. He had always had a thing for this Molly girl, from the moment he'd taken her for coffee, back when he was,"Jim from IT". No one could be that pristine and pearly white all the time, there had to be something a little dirtier, just under surface.

"Come on then Petal, what are your plans for me now?" He shrugged, arms pinned behind his back, he could not repress a mischievous chuckle, "...I'd say not to worry, because I don't bite. But that would be a big lie!"

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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POW!!!! Beat that!

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