On the subject of teasing.

[illbebach]

Yes, it is fun isn't it? Creating this - dare I say - Wilde goose chase, riddling him in circles. I like a woman who can spin a tale, how satisfying that you should already know that.

Oh dear, did I just give a hint away? Whoopsie.

You're baiting him. We're baiting him. I think I might be enjoying this quite deeply.

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[illbebach]

[No more than a mouse does to a cat.]

What certainty, what courage you speak with. Is this the set up, or the punchline?

[does_count]

It isn't anything. I'm not- [like you and Sherlock. She doesn't understand these games and she doesn't want to. She just doesn't want her friend to get hurt.]

[illbebach]

Not going to finish that sentence? [Softly:] Or not good enough to play with the big boys?

[does_count]

[She physically recoils, drawing away. She'd really liked that gentleness "Jim from IT" had. It's horrible seeing it now.] I don't want to play.

[illbebach]

[He leans forward, keeping his feet still planted on the floor. But he leans, closing some of the distance created between them. And he grins.]

Molly.

Since when have I ever given you a choice?

[does_count]

Stop it.

[She takes a step back. She hates that she does because it feels like a weakness- but she isn't Sherlock. She isn't John. She's just Molly Hooper who likes cats and spends her days around dead people.]

[illbebach]

[He steps. Forward. One step, two step. Three.

Right up against her.]

You were so useful. To me. And in its own little way, wasn't that special? Wasn't that nice?

[does_count]

N-no. [Yes.]

[illbebach]

Maybe.

[He looked down at her, his lips smirking. Close, too close. His breath was warm.]

You can have that back. Again.

[does_count]

[Her eyes close. He's too close and she can't look at him; she can't let herself be fooled by him too.]

Leave us alone. Leave all of us alone.

[illbebach]

[His hands move over her arms, over her shoulders; not touching, but hovering. Closely. Close enough for heat to transfer, the very whisper of intimacy.

He throws his head back, to laugh.]

Oh you should have seen your face. [High-pitched, presumably female-imitated voice:] Oh no please don't I have to be honorable and loyal oh my!

[does_count]

[If she could move she'd flinch away, but with his hands over her and his body so close it feels like he's everywhere now. So she freezes, clenches her hands and wishes she were as brave as John, or as clever as Sherlock. Then she'd know what to say to him to make him go away.

She says nothing though. She won't give him the pleasure of hearing her ask him to go away again.]