I had this very creepy idea of bringing aphrodisiac foods in Sherlolly. I tried finding some, but I couldn't! Got me very angry lol. Sooo a very sexy, and frustrating Sherlolly fanfic for all you people.

Happy reading! xx :)

Vanilla

There are foods that boost energy and sharpen memory. But these aphrodisiac snacks serve a sexier purpose: They improve your sex life. Feast on these foods to feel friskier.

He hadn't had sex with Molly in ages, days really, because one of her colleagues had got ill and she had to do extra shifts. When she did come home, she was too exhausted to do anything other than eating and sleeping. Frustrated by the fact that even Mycroft couldn't do anything to reduce her shifts, he had taken up extra cases, even if they were below a four. On one such case, he got a very intelligent idea.

"The killer got in from the door, obviously, was hiding behind one of the benches when he jumped at the priest and pulled out-oh my god! Oh my god! I know! Aphrodisiac foods!", he had started jumping around while he chanted loudly in front of everyone. He had been deducing the events at the crime scene, and had been making everyone uncomfortable by his awkward outburst, until John had smacked some sense into his head.

Sherlock shook his head and looked at his laptop screen.

Vanilla. Postdinner, devour ice cream flavored with this sweet bean. It mildly stimulates nerves, making sexual sensations feel even better.

He was lucky he had bought vanilla ice cream the day before for an experiment and he had lots more in the kitchen.

"Sherlock! I'm home!"

Sherlock slammed his laptop shut quickly and threw it at his feet. Thank god there was a cushion lying there or it would have snapped into pieces and Molly wouldn't have been amused.

"Are you alright? You look a bit…flustered…?", Molly smiled softly as she stood in the doorway. How did she get up here so quickly.

"Oh, no I'm fine, fine. Just fine. How was your day?", he coughed.

"Good…", she prolonged the word as she frowned at Sherlock, "Are you sure you're ok?"

"Yes, yes! Brought food have you?", he noticed the take away in her hands and quickly got up to help her. Molly stood up on her tip toes and gave him a quick peck on his lips.

"Yeah! I thought Indian would be nice. I'm bored of having Chinese everyday", she whined playfully as she walked over to the cabinets to pull out plates and spoons.

"Hmmm…", he murmured distractedly.

"Sherlock…?", she tapped on his shoulder lightly. Sherlock jumped up about a foot off the ground with a loud yell. He gulped when he realized what had happened and found Molly cowering away from him.

"I'm so sorry…it's just the case…I know it's no excuse…", he whispered as he walked over to her and took her hands in his.

"It's alright…do you want to talk about it?"

"Umm…no…I'll be fine. Let's just eat", he pulled her towards the table.

They had dinner in peace, but Molly noticed something wrong with Sherlock. He wasn't talking. Nor was he in his mind palace. He was too quiet. Molly decided to let him be and started clearing the table. Sherlock stood up and walked over to the refrigerator.

"Ice cream?"

"Oh! You've got ice cream!", Molly squealed with delight, because he had ice cream and because he had said something.

"Yes", he smirked as he pulled the tub out, "Vanilla…"

"Oh that's good", she smiled and brought two spoons to the table. She pulled the tub towards her and dug her spoon into the ice cream.

"Hey! No, it's mine too!", Sherlock whined playfully and pulled the tub towards him. Molly shrugged and took the spoonful of ice cream into her mouth.

"Yum yum yum…", she smiled and reached for the tub while Sherlock frowned at her reaction. He had not been expecting that, "What?"

"You said 'Yum yum yum'."

"Yes…", she took another spoonful and smiled.

"Ok…", Sherlock narrowed his eyes and stared into Molly's eyes. Her pupils looked normal. He grabbed her arm and pressed his fingers over her pulse.

"Sherlock…? I think I should call John…", she whispered nervously. Her heartbeat sounded normal too.

"No, it's fine", he quickly let go of her arm. A few minutes later, when Molly had finished half of the tub, she stretched her arms and yawned loudly.

"Oops…", she giggled and clapped a hand to her mouth, "I think I should sleep now…so tired…good night, Sherlock…"

"Good night…", he murmured sulkily.

Vanilla is not a good enough aphrodisiac. Or vanilla does not work on Molly Hooper.

It's so relaxing to see when Sherlock doesn't get what he wants straight away. I can sleep happily now lol.

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