A/N: I don't own the characters or the world of BBC's Sherlock

This one shot fits in with my Sherlolly series "Everything I am." It's rated M, you'll see, not for fluff, but because I was concerned about the content and it's context. In terms of the story, it goes with the chapter "Let Your Heart Be Light"

"Jim," she gasped. "I-I don't think this is a great idea..."

He buried his face in her neck, making it hard for her to concentrate.

"I hardly know you," Forming words felt like a burdensome task, but a part of her had suddenly woken up, her flight instincts triggered. "This is too soon."

He pounded into her again, and again. Her head hit the bed frame behind her, the pillow and sheet falling to the floor.

"Jim, Jim," She gasped, now in pain as her body connected with her consciousness. Her nudity chaffing with the heat. "Jim..." It was useless. Faster, faster, she couldn't comply.

He snarled and bit under her ear, sending traitorous shivers up her spine.

The world tilted, her head and neck jammed together against the wall.

Another impact, her arms tried to lift themselves enough to grasp something to stabilize herself.

His muscles spasmed and he fell on top of her.

Molly burned. She stared up at the ceiling in shock. She closed her eyes to the weight on top of her, a vision of what one of the bodies in the morgue must have felt like, zipped and filed away on cold surfaces.

A four pings and a buzzer broke the silence and heavy breathing. Molly started, but Jim casually rolled over and snatched the phone. After examining it, he shot up, dressing himself quickly after cleaning up.

"Where are you going?" Her voice cracked, barely making her words audible.

He turned to her with an elastic smile. "Out."

Molly frowned. "Jim?"

"Oh, what is it sweetie?" His voice turned cynical and mocking.

"You-you can't just-"

He pressed a hand to her mouth. "I think you ought to think about where your heart really is, Doctor, and if it's safe there." He squeezed her cheeks, then abruptly let go. "I don't think you're ready."

Molly felt as if snow had been flung in her face. "What? Jim- why?"

He shook his head, sending a text and pocketing his phone before giving her a pitying sigh. "We've been useful to each other. Helped each other discover something important. But I don't think we're a good match."

His sing-song words patronized her. Molly pulled the sheet up around her chest. "Sherlock was right, wasn't he? Why are you acting like such a creep?"

He put a hand to his heart. "Molly!"

"Get out," She felt herself breaking, trembling. "Please leave."

"Buh-bye, Molly." His expression dark, he shut the door behind her.

I've had this written for awhile now. But I had to wait till the right time to post it.

Poor Molly. She's such a wonderful character. Rate and Review!