So, this is going to be all the missing, more adult parts of my other story ''Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Ginger Midgets". I know quite a few of you wanted this for awhile, so here it be. This first chapter takes place between 15 & 16, after Sherlock confesses his feelings for Molly. It picks up where the story left off, and will end where the next chapter picks up...if you follow that sense of thinking. Lol. Enjoy!

Chapter One:

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''It's happy tears, I promise. I have waited five and a half years to hear you say something like that to me.'' She smiled at him, before leaning up to capture his mouth in another kiss.

Sherlock sighed against her in relief. His body buzzed with an intense rush of adrenaline. He clung to her like she was oxygen itself, and he, a dying man. Molly breathed in through her nose, not wanting to leave his lips. However, a strong whiff of vinegar overtook her senses, causing her to pull away from him.

''Sherlock, I need to shower, I smell horrid.'' She said in an airy tone. Sherlock scoffed, reclaiming her mouth. She pushed him slightly away, before chuckling a bit.

''No, really. I smell of vinegar, it's disgusting.''

''You often smell like worse chemicals. I hardly find it off putting.'' He responded, trying again to kiss her lips. She stopped him with a hand over his mouth, just in front of hers, and hopped down from the counter.

''Well, it's throwing me off. Please Sherlock, I won't be long.'' She said sweetly. He sighed, but nodded his head and took a small step away. Molly smiled and kissed him a final time, before she scampered off. Sherlock took this opportunity to move to the bedroom, a plan set in his mind.

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Molly had showered quickly. Her mind raced with thoughts of what was happening, but she was too caught up in the moment to put stock in any of the doubts she had. Molly had finished her shower, and looked around for some sort of cover. In the excitement, she had forgotten her other clothes. Molly then saw Sherlock's blue robe hanging from the back of the door. She threw it on and tied the belt around her waist. She exited the bathroom, and looked around for any sign of the man. None. 'Okay, I'll just sneak in and grab a change of clothes.' She thought to herself. As she opened the door to his bedroom, she saw the pair of items she was looking for. Just as she stepped into the room, the door shut behind her. Molly immediately felt her hair being moved to one shoulder, and a warm set of lips being pressed against the back of her neck. Strong arms wrapped around her middle, pulling her in. Molly sighed in ecstasy as Sherlock nibbled on the nape of her neck. She could feel his teeth rake along her skin behind her ear, the hands around her tightening.

''You were right, this is much better.'' Sherlock murmured against her. Molly just smiled, and felt herself being spun around to face him. She gazed at his exposed chest, tracing the seams in his neck with her eyes. She took right away to kissing his torso. Sherlock tilted his head back a bit, enjoying the feel of her breath glancing off is skin. He felt another rush of adrenaline, forcing his heart to beat rapidly. 'Better than any high I've experienced before.' He thought. Molly had started pulling him along with her, closer to the edge of his bed. He wrapped his arms around her back, and slowly lowered her to the mattress.

He took to her neck again, kissing along the hollow of her throat. Molly moaned aloud as he bit on the soft flesh there. He swiped his tongue over her fair skin to soothe the red mark he had left. 'That's going to bruise.' He thought. He continued to the side of her neck, where he left another love bite. Molly's hands tangled in his hair, keeping him close. Sherlock's hands gripped now to her thighs, the satin robe sliding down them. He felt her smooth, creamy skin on her legs, and clutched onto them tightly.

''Mm, Sherlock.'' She mewed against his throat. He was steadily becoming more aroused, and he knew she was too. Sherlock knew his type. 'Highly addictive, quick to act, hard to stop.' He began kissing down her collar, towards her breasts. Molly pulled him up again to kiss his lips, before she pulled away, breathing erratic. Sherlock's hands ran further up her thighs, carrying the material with them to her waist.

''Wait Sherlock.'' She hesitantly whispered against his shoulder. He pulled away from her lips, breathing heavily. He opened his eyes to meet hers, dropping his forehead down against the top of her head.

''Molly, I'm sor-'' he began, but stopped as she shook her head.

''No, don't be. I want this. Trust me, I do...but, but John... the twins...'' she tried explaining, the words failing her. Sherlock simply nodded, before bending down to kiss her again. Reluctantly, he sat up from his hovered position over her on his bed. She sighed, propping herself on the pillows with an arm. She looked at him as he picked up his scattered shirt and suit jacket, moving them into his closet. She ruffled a hand through her now clean hair, watching him walk about shirtless.

Sherlock returned and smiled at her. She stood up and approached him, planting a firm kiss on his lips. He reciprocated, pulling her in closer. After a moment, she firmly shoved herself from his tight hold, and giggled at his frustration.

''I promise, soon. Very soon.'' She said, before heading in the way of the loo, her outfit in tow. Sherlock followed her with his eyes, gazing at her curves as she walked down the hall, clad only in his blue, striped dressing robe.

'The end of the week cannot come soon enough.' They both thought to themselves.

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Well, hope you all like that. Lol. Will post more when it comes into play. Lol. See you all in either this story or the other! Don't forget to review! Love you all!