Seldom Held (Always There)

Sherlock had never held her. (He had never held her at all. ) And yet, here, in the pouring rain, with wires pressing, biting, into her skin, he did. "Keep you eyes open, Molly!" She tried. She found herself wishing, as his icy grip never waned, that the last bruises on her skin may be of his fingertips, as Sherlock had never held her like this before...& never would again.