"Sherlock, erm, have you escaped from a drug treatment center?" Molly stared ruefully at his ensemble. "What's with the outfit?"

Sherlock had arrived to her home only moments ago acting quite peculiarly. She had invited him in and he had promptly found a corner in her living room in which to back into.

The detective wore a sort of grey-linen set of ill-fitting tee-shirt and pants. They appeared to be scrubs or pajamas. Her eyes flicked up to his hair. It was parted in the middle and combed neatly but lacked his signature flare. Strangely, he didn't look up. He kept his eyes down, his hands clasped behind his back and his chin lowered.

"Sherlock?"

He cleared his throat. "Molly, I have something to ask. Are you receptive to an exchange involving subjects of a sexual nature? If not, please tell me and I will leave immediately. If you are, I thank you and reiterate that at any time, if you feel threatened or uncomfortable, you may demand I vacate your premises."

Molly stalked up to him and tried to look at his face from where it was averted towards the floor.

"Are you high?"

His eyes skittered sideways. "No."

"You are! Damnit!"

He coughed. "Forgive me but I am not high."

"Then why won't you look at me?" She demanded. "And why the hell are you dressed like an orderly in a mental facility?"

Sherlock pressed his lips together before taking a deep breath and then he began to explain. "I have been doing some online research in an attempt to garner some insight into how I might present myself to you so as to be the least threatening version of a heteronormative male. I am avoiding eye contact so that you do not find me aggressive. I have dressed in gender-neutral garb so that you do not feel I am manipulating you with my appearance."

"Why!?" Molly flicked up his nose.

Finally, he lifted his head and she was able to look into his beautiful blue-green eyes. He swallowed.

"I would like to have intimite relations with you."

Molly's nose scrunched. She could not help but feel like he was putting her on except that there was no hint of irony in his tone.

"Intimite relations? Do you mean sex? Sex? You want to have sex with me?" She asked incredulously.

He dipped his head. "Yes, but only if it would be something you explicitly consent to both verbally and non verbally. A-Also, I have a form."

"A form? Are you cracked?" She stepped away and massaged her temples. "Oh, Sherlock."

Sherlock's lips twitched and he looked very confused. He gazed down at his attire and moment and then shook his head.

"I do not understand. Is this not the preferred manner in which I should engage you? According to Tumblr-"

"Tumblr? Oh, dear God, Sherlock, if you are serious and you want to have sex with me, Tumblr is the last place you should be looking for advice. No one can agree on anything on that site."

He grimaced. "So, this is not good?"

Molly nodded quickly. "Yeah, a little bit not good."

He groaned and then mussed up his hair. Then he flicked the button at his throat open and loosened the tie at his waist so the pants that had been hiked up relaxed low on his hips.

"What am I supposed to do? What would you like?"

Molly's eyes lingered on his lower abdomen a moment. Then she chewed her lip and shrugged with a smirk as she looked back up at his flawless profile.

"Erm, I don't know. Maybe you could grab me or something."

His eyebrow shot up. Then he turned towards her. As he approached with intent, she felt the flutter of naughty little winged creatures in her guts.

"That's what you want? Really?" He murmured in his deepest tone.

She licked her lips in anticipation. "Oh, Sherlock, trust me, if I don't like what you're doing, I will be very vocal about it. Actually, I suspect I will be vocal either way."

His eyes darkened. "So, I have permission to 'grab' you?"

She growled. "Get over here!"