Molly Hopper reached home from her day "assisting" Sherlock feeling emotionally tired and confused. She was met with the sound of her mewing calico cat Toby who rubbed himself on her legs as a greeting to his owner. Molly grinned at the cat, "Oh hello silly boy. I see you missed me today." She placed her coat on the rack and threw her purse on the table by the door. Molly kicked off her shoes and made her way into the kitchen to feed Toby and to find something to eat for herself when her phone vibrated. Her heart began to race as she thought of whom it might be and was a little disappointed when her fiancé's name Tom flashed on the screen instead of Sherlock.

Seriously, Molly what did you expect after what happened today you made it perfectly clear to Sherlock that you had moved on. You couldn't really think he would be calling. Molly gave her herself a stern shake of her head as if trying to clear her mind before she answered the phone.

"Hello", Molly said in her chirpy voice.

"Hey you! What took you so long to answer?" Tom inquired on the other end.

"Oh…Uhm I was in the shower, Molly replied quickly surprised at how easily the lie rolled off her tongue, what's up?"

"Well I thought it's such a nice night that I should take by pretty fiancée on date."

"Oh that sounds like a lovely idea."

"Great! I'll pick you up at 8 o'clock."

"Okay I'll see you then."

Molly quickly glanced up at the time. Okay its 5 o'clock now which means I have 3 hours to actually shower and get ready for my date…that is plenty of time. Molly couldn't help but wonder if that was enough time to make her forget about the face of the handsome consulting detective who had been constantly clouding her mind since she learned of his return after "The Fall". The wishful part of her hoped so but the rational part of her knew it was very unlikely.

3 hours later, Molly was putting the finishing touches on her makeup when the doorbell rang. She gave herself one last look in the mirror before heading to the door. She threw it open to find a 6'foot tall, Tom Gibson standing in front of her dressed crisply in a suit and tie.

"Wowzers" said Tom as his eyes raked over her appreciatively.

"You look pretty nice yourself" replied Molly as she smiled politely. "Shall we go?" she said reaching out to loop her arm around his. Neither of them realized that tonight would be the night that changed everything.

When Molly returned home it was only 9:30 and she could tell that Tom was fishing for and invitation into her flat.

"Well I had a lovely evening with you Molly." Tom said as he smiled shyly up at her.

"Yes, it was quite nice. Thanks again." Molly could see the look of desire in Tom's eyes but she was in no mood to deal with his awkward petting, excessive sweating and heavy panting tonight. "I've got an early shift at Bart's tomorrow and I should get some rest. Goodnight Tom." Molly went on her tiptoes and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Tom, looking disappointed barely had time to mumble a goodbye before she shut the door in his face.

Molly breathed a sigh of relief when she was safely alone inside her apartment. She slipped off her heels, went to her bedroom and threw herself down on her bed. She then began to reflect on the disaster which was her date. Things had started off well enough, Tom was sweet and caring as usual but suddenly every time she looked up at him, she saw the face of Sherlock Holmes. She spent the rest of the night unable to stop herself from comparing the two men. She quickly found herself being completely annoyed at everything that Tom did and said which was why she had ended the date early by making up some excuse about work to get away from him to be alone.

What the hell is wrong with me?! I have this perfectly nice man who is obviously in love with me and yet all I can do is think about that one who doesn't even know I exist! I think about the way his lips felt when they grazed against my cheek today and imagine what it would be like to gently nibble on his pink perfect lips.

Molly let out a sigh of frustration as she realized where her train of thought was going and exactly how excited the idea of Sherlock lips made her as she felt the slow throb that had started to grow between her thighs.

Well seeing as how I won't have real thing what is the harm in fantasying? Maybe I'll be able to finally get him out of system once and for all.

Molly shifted on the bed to allow herself to unzip her dress, slide it off and throw it on the floor. She was now lying on the bed in only her bra and underwear as she started to imagine what she would do if Sherlock were there with her. Reaching down, she began to play with the wet spot that had formed on her panties.

He walked into her room wearing that purple shirt that she loved and pair of form fitting black pants that gave her a very good view of his already hard cock as it strained against his pants. Molly looked at that spot on his pants hungrily before she looked up to see him examining her with smug look and eyes full of passion. She motioned for him to come closer and he moved to stand at the foot of her bed. Molly crawled forward to meet him stood up on her knees and began to unbutton his shirt. She laid gentle kisses on and explored every bit of skin that she exposed with her tongue. With Sherlock's gasps and moans encouraging her, she left a wet trail of from his collarbone to the edge of his pants. When the shirt was completely unbuttoned she looked up at him teasingly. Sherlock looked as though he couldn't stand it any longer, shrugged his shirt to the floor and reached down to unbuckle his pants finally let his straining cock free. Molly bit her lip and the sight of his cock wanting to take it in her mouth but he had other plans. Sherlock pushed her down on the bed pulled her wet underwear to the side as and placed the tip of his cock teasingly at the entrance of her slick pussy. Molly thrust her hips off the bed up to meet him forcing his throbbing member inside of her…

Molly had worked herself up with all the imaginary foreplay and had only slid two fingers inside of herself as her fantasy Sherlock slipped himself inside of her hot wet center. She skillfully used her other hand to rub on her throbbing sensitive clit and moaned out in ecstasy. Her moans of pleasure started out as whisper but by the time she came she couldn't help but scream out for the person she wanted more that she cared to admit: "Sherlock!" She cried out for him repeatedly completely unaware that the object of her fantasy was standing right outside her bedroom door.