AN: I wrote this for one of my regular reviewers who has given me so much joy and so many laughs with all her unique and awesome reviews. I also enjoy hearing from her and she is an absolute delight! She gave me this idea in one of her reviews actually, though I can't remember which story it was. Anyways, TIME REVIEWER, this is for you! I hope you enjoy!

It had been a long day and Molly was exhausted. She trudged her way through the snow as she made her way home from work. She absolutely loved the snow and enjoyed walking in it, but today she wished she had opted for a taxi.

Molly inhaled the crisp, clean air as she walked taking in all the beautifully decorated shops as she passed by. She simply adored Christmas. It was her absolute favorite time of the year and this year was going to be especially nice. It was to be hers and Sherlock's first Christmas together as a couple.

It was Christmas Eve and Sherlock had been called out on a case, so she would be spending it alone. But tomorrow they would have all Christmas Day long to celebrate with friends and family before having a little alone time that evening.

Molly turned onto the street that would take her to her flat. She had to admit, though she had wanted to spend Christmas Eve with Sherlock, she was bone tired. Taking a hot shower, curling up on the couch with her fluffy pajamas and her fluffy cat while drinking some hot cocoa and enjoying Albert Finney's version of A Christmas Carol sounding so sweet to her at the moment.

She quickened her pace when she saw her building and was soon inside the warmth of the foyer. She pressed the button to the lift, stepped inside, and pulled her hood back. Once on her flat floor, she made her way down the hallway, stopping a moment in front of Mrs. Houston's apartment and inhaling. The fresh scent of freshly baked sugar cookies lingered in the air. Molly sighed contentedly and skipped her way to her apartment.

She put the key in the lock, heard it click, and pushed her door open. She stepped inside humming O Christmas Tree rather merrily, took off her coat, and hung it on the hook. She had just turned around to flip on the light when she saw the shadow moving towards her. She screamed and stuck out blindly, hitting something hard, which made the shadow yelp.

"Ow Molly!" Sherlock said sounding muffled through his hand.

"Sherlock!" Molly exclaimed. "What on earth are you doing here?" She asked flipping on the lights.

"Oh My God Sherlock, you scared me to…." Her voice faltered and she stared at him with wide eyes before bursting into giggles.

Sherlock glared at her over his hand that still cradled his nose. "What the devil is so funny?"

She shook her head, laughing so hard tears spilled down her cheeks. His eyes narrowed and he removed his hand crossing his arms.

"I don't think it's so bloody funny! I think you broke my nose." He snapped.

"Oh…Oh God…Sherlock…what are you wearing…" She managed to say through her onslaught of continuous giggles.

"I am wearing red boxers and a Santa hat." He sniffed.

She burst into another round of giggles at the expression on his face. He stood in front of her in red boxers and a Santa hat with his arms crossed and the sourest expression that she had ever seen.

"Are you finished?" He snapped.

She giggled awhile longer, struggling to stop and finally was able to stop with only the occasional giggle escaping as she spoke. "Why are you wearing red boxers and a Santa hat?"

"I am being romantic." He bit out glaring at her.

"Oh I see." She said as another fit of giggles overtook her. "I'm sorry Sherlock…its sweet! You're so sweet!"

"Then why the bloody hell are you still laughing Molly?" He snapped.

"Because you are so adorable in those boxers and your little Santa Hat."

"I am never adorable." He sniffed. "I am the World's only Consulting Detective and therefore it is impossible for me to be adorable or anything closely resembling adorable." He turned from her and stomped into the living room. "Besides, I think you broke my nose."

"Oh don't be so over dramatic. I barely hit you and besides, you scared me to death. I thought you were working with Greg tonight." She said following after him.

"That is the lie that John thought up when he talked me into this ridiculous idea." Sherlock said plopping down on the couch. "He said this fiasco would be romantic and that you would melt at my feet. I should've known better than to trust a man who has had seven girlfriends the past year and two pregnancy scares before he finally met Mary. Good God I don't see how the woman stands him. I barely tolerate him."

"Oh stop! You love John. You're just a little irritated that things didn't go as you envisioned them." Molly said sitting down beside him.

"I certainly did not envision my girlfriend breaking my nose." He snapped.

"I did not break your nose Sherlock and I…wait…did you just call me your girlfriend?" She asked softly.

He peered at her from the side of his eyes. "I did."

She squealed and jumped into his lap, throwing her arms around him. "It's a Christmas miracle."

"Now who is being over dramatic Molly? Please control yourself." He said dryly.

He looked at her and smiled warmly, placing a kiss on her lips before patting her bum. "Alright, up! I need to put on some clothes."

"What? Why?" She whined.

"Because you laughed at me Molly, I highly doubt you find this arousing." He said, standing with her in his arms.

"No Sherlock! I do think it was romantic and sweet…and coincidentally very arousing." She said as she kissed him on the lips. "But put yourself in my shoes. First, you gave me a fright and then I turn on the lights to see the world's only consulting detective in a pair of Christmas boxers and a Santa hat."

He nodded. "Quite so." He admitted begrudgingly. "I guess that would be a bit of a shock at first glance."

"But I do find you very arousing right now Mr. Holmes and from the feel of something poking me against my hip, I'd say that you were aroused as well."

"You sat down on my lap with those thin pants and me with nothing more than boxers on, what did you expect to happen?" He said trying not to smile.

"Well I insist that you stay just the way you are right now Mr. Holmes. I find you adorable and I could just eat you up." She said giggling.

"Oh no, I'm afraid that won't do Ms. Hooper." Sherlock said walking with her into the bedroom. He tossed her onto the bed and covered her quickly with his own body. He stared down at her, holding himself off her with his elbows. "I plan on being the only one doing the eating tonight, my love…"

Sherlock smiled lecherously and made his way down her body and onto his knees on the floor. He grabbed Molly by the hips and pulled her forward. He removed her pants and panties with the skill of the most experienced lover. The last thing she saw was just his eyes looking up at her from in between her legs. "Merry Christmas Molly Hooper."

She laughed softly. "Merry Christmas Sherloccccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk….OOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh….."

So there it is folks! I hope you all enjoyed this! If you did drop me a review...you know I really appreciate them.

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