Prompt: Black, two sugars really means dark supply closet, two minutes.

Sherlock tried to contain his excitement to see her as they walked down the long hall to the morgue. He and John had been away on a case for the past week, and he missed Molly. They had only been together for three months now, but the feelings had been there for much longer. It felt like the final piece missing from his life, even though he always truly had her. This was better though now that Molly understood her worth, rather than doubting how she was seen in the detective's eyes.

As he walked alongside his short assistant, a smirk crept onto his face. As Sherlock always loved games, they had not told John yet, trying to see how long it would take him to figure it out.

Normally, John would have been itching to go home to Mary, but she was away at a conference. So when Sherlock told him there was a body Sherlock wanted to see to compare to an experiment, John figured he would go with him anyway.

"Hey guys!" Molly said happily, letting her eyes gaze at Sherlock a bit longer than she had at John. But from John's perspective, that was not a surprise, he knew the pathologist had always had a thing for Sherlock.

"Ah, Molly! Glad to catch you before your shifts over. I need to see a body; Mr Warren?"

"Uhm… sorry, no," Molly said casually as she turned her back to them, making it seem like she was busying herself with something when she was actually trying to hide her smile.

"No?" Sherlock asked and narrowed his eyes as he tried to decide if he should mock gape at Molly's attempts to tease him or glare at John for the amused look on his face.

Molly grabbed her clipboard and flipped over to another paper. "I finished up that post-mortem… uhm…" she said, hesitating as she scanned her finger down the page, "yesterday."

"I'm sure you could pull the body out quickly so I could have a look."

"I- well, I can't, actually… about to go on my break," she smiled at them, pretending to be oblivious. Sherlock may have liked to mock John for not knowing what was going on in the room, but that didn't mean Molly couldn't have her own fun. She had missed Sherlock dearly, but she had a knack for teasing him when the opportunity arose.

The shit eating grin on John's face was almost enough for Sherlock to admit to him that he was seeing Molly. Almost.

"Coffee, then," he stated more than asked, knowing that it was what she always had on her break.

John and Sherlock watched as Molly's smile grew and her eyes lit up. "Really? That's- well, that's very kind of you, Sherlock." She looked around a bit awkwardly and pushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Sherlock only had a moment for his gaze narrowed further at her. "I'll have it black, two sugars, please," she said as she sat herself on a stool, folding her hands in her lap.

When Sherlock froze in his place, John thought it was because of Molly's 'naïve' misunderstanding; Sherlock would never do something for anyone, let alone the mousey girl he always bossed around the morgue. It was more because of the new code word they used.

Black, two sugars was the way Sherlock took his coffee, but out of all of his time asking Molly for it, the order came to mean something entirely different. Sherlock struggled before trying to tell Molly how he felt about her, but when he finally did, he had pulled her into the supply closet and snogged her soundly.

After that, things escalated from there. With Sherlock's 'experiment' trying to see how long it would take John to figure out that Sherlock and Molly were in a relationship, the code word turned into black, two sugars meaning dark supply closet, two minutes. That was how long it usually took for Sherlock to find a way to get rid of John so that he could spend time with Molly at work.

And he knew from that fake innocent smile that she knew what she was hinting at him, but that she truly was trying to take advantage of the situation and get him to make her coffee.

John was surprised though when he saw Sherlock return the smile, accepting the pathologist's secret challenge. "I'll get you one in the cafeteria; we'll be there in a minute."

Molly blushed a bit as she left the room, leaving John to question the consulting detective.

"Are you ill?" John asked almost with real concern in his voice.

"Why would you think that?" Sherlock said, letting a devious smirk creep onto his face.

"Because you're being nice… to Molly Hooper. Not that I'm complaining because she deserves it from you especially but… oh."

"Do tell, Dr Watson," Sherlock said as he made his way through the doors, John following behind him.

"You're only being nice so she'll let you see the body."

"I could do it without buying her coffee, John, this just may be quicker."

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Molly had asked them questions about the case they had just returned from, John answering most of them. Molly had her fingers laced with Sherlock's under the table as the three talked, her other gripping her coffee cup.

When she noticed that Sherlock was getting antsy, she drifted off the topic. "I actually shouldn't stay too much longer, I'm almost done with a double, but I'm trying to get out early," she said to them politely as she squeezed Sherlock's hand. Sherlock tried not to frown. She would be tired and cranky tonight if she worked a double shift. He looked closely to see dark circles under her eyes, but she had a playful look on her face despite being tired.

"You never leave early, Molly," John replied to her. "But mostly because someone keeps you here."

Molly blushed as she looked down at her lap. "Well, I- I've got a… date of sorts," she bit down on her lip, keeping her gaze on John as she pulled her hand out of Sherlock's and he felt her rest her hand just above his knee.

Sherlock did not have any recollection of Molly doing so well with teasing him; it was usually the other way around. She apparently had decided she was not done teasing him, but took opportunity to remember to wait until the end so that he had less chance of getting her back. She knew she would lose if put in that situation.

"Really?" John sounded surprised, his eyes flickering to Sherlock for a moment, trying to see if there was any jealousy. Sherlock looked… alert was a good word for it, but John figured maybe he was just annoyed and eager to get into the lab. "A good bloke then, I hope?"

Molly scrunched her nose "well, he seems like a git, a bit full of himself," she said, trying to hide the smirk as she moved her hand further up Sherlock's thigh. She let her hand rub up and down.

"I've heard of that type before," John said accusingly, shooting a glance at Sherlock. Sherlock rolled his eyes in defence, trying to pay attention to the conversation, but finding it difficult as his pathologist distracted him.

She let her hand move up a bit further, grazing her fingertips over his pants. She bit her lip as she felt the bulge under the fabric, letting her hand slide down to rub up and down his thigh again. A hiss was heard from Sherlock's lips under his breath, but only loud enough for Molly to catch. "I was told at one point that I should avoid all future attempts at a relationship," she said, feeling Sherlock's hand rest on top of hers when she ceased her movements on his thigh, letting it rest still against him. He had not wanted her to stop.

"That-" Sherlock hesitated and cleared his throat; the strain in his voice was obvious, making John give him a questioning look. Sherlock let his gaze turn to Molly. "That body?"

"Oh… yeah, sure. You bought me coffee, so… I suppose I owe you," she said with a small smile.

When the three stood up, Sherlock wrapped his coat around himself tighter, trying to hide the bulge from his trousers he wished only Molly to know about. "Mary came home early from her conference to surprise you," he blurted out.

John looked at him incredulously. "And you waited until now to tell me that? She'll kill me, she's probably waiting by herself," he said angrily.

"I wouldn't wait any longer, John, the fury only heightens."

Sherlock knew that Molly had probably texted Mary already and she knew that they were at the morgue, so he didn't worry. He let John though, watching as he glared at him before saying goodbye to Molly and leaving the hospital.

Sherlock walked close behind Molly as she made her way back to the morgue. He heard her sigh as she scrunched her nose. "You ruined the surprise!" Molly told him.

Their pace slowed as they were close to the morgue, Sherlock talking quietly next to her ear. "It was the best way to get him to leave."

When they entered the door of the morgue, Molly turned to look at him, walking backwards as Sherlock followed her. He looked at her as if he was eyeing his prey. When she felt her back press up against the supply closet door and Sherlock's body press against hers, her doe eyes widened, still trying to present herself as innocent. "But Mr Holmes, why would we need to be alone?"

Sherlock nudged his nose against her neck, letting it graze up the column of her throat. Molly leaned her head back against the door as his lips took place grazing her skin, drifting along her jaw until he reached her ear. "Black, two sugars," he growled at her.

Molly let her eyes drift close as she felt Sherlock's hand take place on her thigh like she had done to him. She let out a small chuckle at his words but inhaling a sharp breath as she felt his hand move quickly up her thigh. She tried to pretend it wasn't affecting her, but she was crumbling quickly. "I- I wanted to know the way you take your coffee tasted?" she said, knowing it was a lame reply. Her mind spun as she felt his hands on her.

"And?" he asked her verdict, letting his hand rub over her pants, a knuckle firmly pressing against her as he kissed her neck.

"It suits you," she said as she pulled her head away from the wall, opening her eyes as she looked at Sherlock. Gone was her devious smile now for Sherlock to see sincere happiness in her features. "Bitter," she nudged her nose against his jaw, "but often sweet."

Sherlock understood her double meaning, pulling her into the supply closet as he captured her lips, kissing Molly soundly as he held her close to him. He had her against the other side of the door, protected in privacy. She let out a contented sigh as he nibbled her bottom lip. "Missed you," she mumbled between kisses.

He deepened the kiss, letting her know the feeling was returned before Molly gasped. Sherlock had undone her trousers and she felt his warm hand against her skin as it tried to sneak down into her knickers.

She covered his hand with hers, stopping his movements as he moved his mouth to kiss gently along the column of her throat.

"Sherlock," she breathed, knowing that someone would be there to relieve her shift soon. They'd certainly hear them in the closet. "My shift is almost over and someone will-" she gasped louder this time as she felt two fingers rub against her sensitive nub.

Molly gave in and dug her nails into his shoulders, not caring in the slightest at this moment where she was. She moaned as Sherlock continued to rub in circles over her clit while letting his tongue and teeth abuse her neck and collarbone.

Molly let her hands find their way into his curls, tugging on them as she found his lips again. Sherlock captured her mewls and moans as she started to tense against him. He sped up the pace of fingers as Molly writhed. Her back arched and she moaned his name against his lips as she reached her peak.

Sherlock kissed her more softly as Molly came down from her orgasm, her grip loosening in his hair. He noticed right away that she was tired as much as she loosely played with the button and zip of his trousers.

His hand softly covered hers as Molly broke away from their kiss as she rested her temple against his jaw.

"I know you are too tired," he said gently as he looked down to fix both his own trousers and hers.

"I can decide that for myself," she protested with her words, but let him fix her clothes.

"Molly, you've been here for seventeen, no, eighteen hours, you haven't slept in twenty-four hours, and you are about to fall asleep on me in a supply closet."

"It's dark, you're warm," she justified as she whined, burying her face against his shoulder.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, but smiled lightly as he kissed the top of her head.

"I want to go home," she mumbled against him.

"Who's?"

"Baker Street."

They exited the closet, luckily for Molly's sake before someone else was in the morgue. He walked close to her as Molly found his hand, lacing it with hers. "Since you referred to Baker Street as 'home' does this mean that you are reconsidering my offer to move in?"

She leaned against him as they waited for the cab. "It's too soon," she said, squeezing his hand.

He knew that would be her answer. He didn't understand why, seeing as how they slept in the same bed, and even when he didn't sleep he would lie with her, but respected her wishes.

"How long do you think it'll be before John figures it out? I don't see how he hasn't noticed since we usually sleep in the same bed."

"He'll figure it out soon," he said as he leaned down to kiss her. "Very soon. Maybe tomorrow morning if he comes home."

Molly leaned in, pulling at the lapels of his jacket as she kissed him. "I love you," she told him.

"I love you too."