Here's a piece of writing I worked on today...not quite sure where I'm going with it though. Enjoy! :)
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It’s a quiet night in 221B Baker street. It’s winter, and there’s a
cold draft blowing through the apartment. Not powerful, but just enough
to make the hair stand up on Molly’s arms and produce goosebumps.
A protective arm is latched around her waist. The hand belongs to her
newlywed husband of six months. The grip tightens as Molly shivers from
the bitter cold that suddenly hits. Molly leans upward and reaches to
the end of the bed where she and Sherlock had nearly kicked them off in
their sleep, and dragged them up toward she and him.
The motion caused Sherlock to stir beside her as his grip loosened.
“Are
you alright?” He asked, as he sat up, suddenly startling his wife. He
placed one of his hands to her side and the other to wrap around her
neck and chest to give her a hug, planting a kiss on her cheek.
“Yes,
just cold.” She responded. She knew he’d have a fit as soon as she told
him. He always tried his hardest to make his Molly comfortable in the
best way possible.
“I might have some extra blankets, let me check
in the closet.” he announced, releasing his grip entirely and stood to
exit the room.
She watched him leave as he made his way into the closet in the hallway.
He soon returned with a large wool type blanket of sorts and shook it out to cover it over Molly.
He stood next to her, hugged her, then moved his arms up and down her back to produce some kind of friction to warm her up.
She giggled at the sweet gesture and casually responds “Yeah.”
He
climbs back into bed and he returns to his dominant spot as her
protector, wrapping that same protective arm around her waist again as
they both drift fast asleep.
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