Day 1
"So, bad day, was it?" Sherlock murmurs, kneading's Molly's shoulders gently. They are both lying on the couch in 221B, Molly is nestled between Sherlock's spread legs, and her back is lying comfortably on his chest.
"One of the worst ever." Molly sighs deeply as Sherlock massages her strained neck.
"Tough autopsies?"
"Tough boring meetings." Molly answers, running her fingertips on Sherlock's right knee.
Sherlock chuckles lightly, placing a kiss on Molly's neck, before she quickly squirms away from him.
"No, wait, Sherlock. I am sweaty and dirty." Molly protests, trying to get up.
"Mmm, smells nice enough to me." Sherlock says, keeping her in his embrace, preventing her haste escape and burying his nose in the crook of her neck, teasing her tired skin.
"I don't mean that." Molly teases, though she couldn't stop the breathy moan that escapes her lips as Sherlock bits her earlobe lightly. "Sherlock?"
Mmm?" Sherlock mumbles, engrossed in his own actions.
"I need to take a shower."
Sherlock abruptly stops what he was happily doing and grins, "Can I join?"
Molly turns her head to look at him, then raises an eyebrow before saying, "It depends."
Sherlock slightly frowns, "On what?"
"On what we plan to do after the shower." Molly says, biting her lip and touching his own with her fingertip.
Sherlock takes her fingertip in his mouth, sucking it gently then releases it with a pop sound before replying, "Anything you want."
Molly turns her body fully to face Sherlock, "Anything? Sure?"
"Scout's honour." comes his quick reply.
"Good." Molly answers with a mischievous smile. Before Sherlock could utter another syllable, she quickly leaves his arms, gets up from the couch. She pops the first 2 buttons of her blouse before leaning forward to pop 2 more from Sherlock's own shirt (The aubergine shirt, no less) gazing into his eyes and firmly saying, "We will start with the riding crop."
And Sherlock's breath hitches. Now he knows, he is going to enjoy his night with Dom Molly. His beautiful mistress. His beautiful wife.