did they just
yes, they did
The things I do for love.
In “The Great Game,” Moriarty tells Sherlock that he will burn the heart out of him. Sherlock, of course, denies that he has one, but Moriarty replies, “Oh, but we both know that’s not quite true.” There is John, Mrs. Hudson, and Lestrade, we find out later, but Moriarty started with Molly. The connection with Molly and Moriarty is not mentioned again until “The Reichenbach Falls,” but even so, why would Moriarty bother to date Molly at all (especially if he was pretending to be gay anyway)?
This was inspired by the discussion I saw (and the fics I read) of the stories about Sherlock betraying Molly with Irene. Here are a few reasons why I don’t want to believe Sherlock and Irene had or could have sex (but please feel free to disagree if you’d like).
I’ve been thinking about this because I have read a lot of the fics lately where Sherlock cheats on Molly with Irene or before he starts a relationship with Molly, he has to reflect back on his feelings for Irene. These are are some great, well-written stories. I enjoy them and then I walk around with my heart hurting because I just can’t stand the thought of it. For me, the way the writers have characterized Sherlock, it doesn’t make sense for him to have that kind of relationship with Irene Adler.
So, the avalanche of Sherlock sleeps with Irene (either before or after he starts a relationship with Molly) and goes back to his faithful little puppy of a pathologist is driving me crazy. I didn’t start out to hate Irene, but I didn’t like the character much in the show for reasons listed before. It’s left deliberately vague on the show, even as the writers and actors try to offer commentary after the fact, and there is a deliberate duality where if you look closely, it is entirely possible that some of Sherlock’s more emotional reactions could very well be tied to what he feels for Molly and even John, though I don’t think it’s meant to be sexual with him—coming to terms with the fact that you can love someone and not want to bone them. Coming to terms with the fact that you can want to bone someone but they are really a genuinely awful person (Irene). Coming to terms with the fact that you maybe love someone AND want to bone them (*Molly*).
I don’t know about you, but when I don’t really care about someone, I can flirt all day long. If the person really matters to me, it’s much more difficult to express myself (not that I have much call to flirt now. My husband and I mainly communicate by grunting and pointing. We understand each other).
Sherlock is thrown off by Irene’s flirting. He ignores most of it. She does make him tongue-tied when she’s sitting there before him stark naked, but I think many of us would be thrown by that. In fact, when Sherlock does return a text, “Happy New Year,” I would argue that he is beginning to get over whatever power she may have held over him. At the flat, he tells her “Oh, you are rather good.” And “I’ve never begged for mercy in my life.” He is cruelly nimble when he reveals her at the end with Mycroft. Is he enjoying this little game with her? Most definitely, but I don’t think he is emotionally stirred by her.