"How did Sherlock recognize her from… not her face?" I hear a timid woman's voice ask as I start stirring.
I hear shoes walk away and the doors sway closed. The woman sighs softly and walks away, a door opening and shutting softly. I take off the realistic make-up and mask and slide off of the table. Pressing my ear to the double door and hear Mycroft on the phone with someone, his footsteps receding. I sigh in relief and turn to see a white lab coat hanging on a door knob. I slip it on and sniff in a strong vanilla scent. I hear the door to my right click open and I jump back in shock.
"Oh my god! You- you aren't dead!"
A petite woman stands in the doorway, a red Christmas sweater on and her mousy brown hair up in a ponytail.
"No, I'm not. Sorry for the scare!" I smile seductively.
She stammers and a soft pink blush blooms on the apples of her cheeks.
"Em, should I call Sherlock and tell him you're alive? I'm guessing you two have a thing going on…?"
She gulps and my eyes track the movement.
"It seems we're both in the same boat." I murmur and her bottom lip quivers.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, we both seem to have affections for the idiot consulting detective though mine seem to be swaying at the moment."
I take unnoticed steps closer but she catches on when she notices the small distance between us.
"What's your name?" I ask to distract her.
It works and she squeaks out "Molly Hooper".
"Well, Molly, you have very gorgeous eyes."
"Thank you?" she seems to question as she shuffles back, "I'm- I'm not- I mean, I don't- I-"
"You don't like women?" I guess for her and she nods slightly.
"Well, I do." I grin confidently as I press my lips to hers.
I move mine and she eventually kisses back tentatively. We stay there, her pinned to the wall and me just wearing a lab coat, until we hear a clatter outside. She pulls back and moves away.
"I'm sorry!" she whispers, her cheeks now a bright red and her eyes hazy.
"It's okay. That's the best kiss I've had in ages and I'm a dominatrix!" I chuckle and Molly's eyes widen.
I pull her to me and kiss her again. She kisses back more eagerly this time and I smile against her lips. I trail my lips down her throat and I press a kiss to her small shoulder. I give a slight nip to the spot where her shoulder meets her neck and she shivers. I kiss her once again and pull back. Molly looks though roughly ravished and I lick my lips.
"Until we meet again, Miss Hooper." I say as I sneak out the open window. I hear her gasp and I giggle. I unlock the window from the ledge I'm standing on and pull out Molly's phone from the front pocket and I dial Kate.
"Did Sherlock buy it?"
"Yes. Can you pick me up?"
"Of course. I have a change of clothes." Kate says.
"Oh no. I rather like what I'm wearing right now."