This is purely just a rambling. I know there are many of these scenarios out there, but I wanted to have a go. Tell me what you think. I tried to have Sherlock be spot on, but he's a tough character to write about. Anyhow, let me know!

-Kh920

Disclaimer: Sherlock isn't mine. (Damn).

He didn't understand how it had happened. He supposed their grief brought them together, into each other's arms. Or so he deduced. After the jump, he had intended to leave right away. Moriarty still had accomplices. He needed to find them before John or anyone he cared about got hurt. And yet, here he was, in Molly Hooper's home, her body crushed against his in a tight embrace.

"Sherlock" she breathed. "Oh Sherlock…" she wrapped her arms around his middle tightly, silent sobs making her body tremble.

She had missed him. It had only been 48 hours since he jumped, and yet she thought that she might burst with all the grief in her heart. She knew he was alive, but seeing John sob so openly at losing his best friend had truly broken her.

Meanwhile, Sherlock's mind took in Molly. She was dishevelled, hair a mess, her clothes rumpled. Judging by the grease in her hair she hadn't bothered to shower. Evidently she hadn't moved much all day. The house was clean, everything in its proper place except for the wine glass and that sat empty on the coffee table.

Grieving. Sherlock thought. He hugged her closer and wondered why he had come. Was it for this human connection? Or was it just because he needed her specifically? Sighing, he led her over to the couch. They sat down together. Their hands were intertwined, he noticed. He didn't dislike this.

She sucked in a breath as they sat down. He being here made Molly Hooper finally realize she mattered. She mattered. She was still shocked by his confession. This important, wonderful, fantastic information had her pulse racing, her body trembling. And he was holding her hand! Dear god, he was here in this room. Here with her. Why?

"Sherlock. Why are you here?" she murmured.

His eyes were downcast, his expression blank. Molly waited, painfully aware she hadn't showered. She also didn't have any lipstick on. She recalled how once, a couple years ago, he had told Molly her lips were too small. Her lips twitched. How things had changed. She felt more connected to him than ever.

She noticed his hands were absentmindedly tracing circles along her own hands. Her heart lurched quite suddenly.

"I…I wanted a connection" he said finally. He continued to trace circles into her hands, taking note of her elevated pulse. Molly let him collect his thoughts, although she was dying to know what he meant. After an extremely long pause, he opened his mouth to speak again. Molly waited with baited breath. The tension in the room was suffocating.

"I wanted to feel something once more, before I'm gone for a long time" he muttered. He looked at her then, intensely studying her face. "Molly Hooper, I wanted….you"

He seemed puzzled by his own observation, like he still couldn't quite grasp what he meant or what it was he was even feeling. Shifting uncomfortably, he suddenly let go of her hands and got up, pacing.

"Sentiment" he muttered. "Sentiment, damnit all!"

"Sherlock?" she mumbled stupidly, dazed. "Sentiment?"

"Yes, Molly Hooper, sentiment. I did not intend to visit your apartment uninvited after my "death" and yet here I am. I do not know why, I cannot explain it," he growled frustratingly, pacing fast, his jacket snapping back and forth about his ankles.

"SENTIMENT!" he yelled, causing Molly to jump. She stared at him, wide eyed, finally realizing what he meant. She was shocked. Sherlock Holmes, so calculated, so careful, was here in her home, unable to contain his feelings. Sherlock Holmes felt something for her, Molly Hooper. She didn't just matter, she was the most important. It frightened and excited her to no end.

Feeling a surge of confidence she never knew she had, Molly got up and walked over to Sherlock, who (still pacing) was consumed in his own racing thoughts. She stepped in front of him mid-stride, effectively stopping him in his tracks.

"Molly-"he started, annoyed, but she cut him off with a sudden kiss.

By all means, it wasn't amazing….at first.

He obviously had no experience kissing whatsoever. His mouth awkwardly moved against hers, but his eyes were closed while Molly's were not and oh- he was enjoying it, and it was wonderful. Gently, with a bout of courage, she parted his lips and, guiding his mouth with her own, slipped her tongue in his mouth, tasting. He groaned, and her body was fire. She roughly grabbed his hair and pulled him closer, needing him, all her love for him poured out of her and into her kisses.

He attacked her mouth, biting her lower lip. Lovingly, he moved his mouth to her chin, trailing kisses to her cheek bones, and her eyelids, cradling her head in his hands, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

Slowly, he began to trace his hands over her body. Awkwardly at first, then more confidently, gliding his hands over her neck, tracing his fingers along her spine and finally, cupping her breasts, lingering there, caressing. She shivered and groaned. Unsurprisingly, her knees gave away. Swiftly, anticipating her fall, he scooped her up and greedily put his mouth on hers again.

This feeling was entirely new to Sherlock. What did he need of… of compassion such as this? And yet Molly Hooper's wonderful charm had finally caught up to him, turning him into someone he simply couldn't fathom. He'd spend this night with her. He needed to.

Tomorrow he would be gone. But he wouldn't think about it now. Tonight he'd be able to feel, if only for a little while.

"You move me Molly Hooper" he growled between kisses. "You move me"

As he walked up the stairs to her room, still holding her tight, she murmured, "sentiment"

They spent the rest of the night getting to know each other better, making love, crying (well, she cried) and breathing each other in.

In the morning he was gone.

He didn't come back for a year and a half.

I was thinking of doing a chapter two with John. What do you think? Again, I know it's been done but I wanted to try my own hand at it

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