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It’s everything she imagined, the warmth of his mouth, the way his lips move against hers, when they part, her eyes flutter, meeting his intense stare.
“right then”, sherlock backs away to look at the chart on the laptop, and then at a heart-monitoring watch on his wrist. “my heartrate accelerated by 2.00756 seconds, huh, that’s about the same effect as an expresso shot”.
although dishearten by how casually and clinically he was treating all this, she couldn’t help smiling a little at that.
“So, should we go again?”. Molly volunteered.
he nodded and come back into her arms.
