Hello, everybody. This is going to be a Fanfiction containing a series of one-shots Sherlock and Molly in different situations. Ratings vary from the stories, mainly M apart from the fluffy family stuff, lol. xx Suggestions, ideas and prompts are welcome, anything you've got, I can work with J Here's the first one, hope you like it… xx

Secrets - Birthday Party

"So, about Lestrade's birthday-"

"I was under the impression I had already come to a decision about the event. It fails to interest me."

John Watson had spent the best part of his day, correction week, trying to convince his flatmate and unconventional best friend, Sherlock Holmes, to come to Detective Inspector Lestrade's birthday party. Sherlock had been adamant that he wasn't interested in something as 'dull, predictable, mundane a task as commemorating another year of life'. They were currently at St. Bart's working a case and, as usual, Sherlock had requested use of the microscope. John sighed and rubbed his temple in frustration. The doors swung open and Molly Hooper entered, flouncing excitedly to her desk. Sherlock was quick to notice this as was John.

"You look cheerful."

Molly beamed as she turned to him, her eyes flashing with the glee she was showing.

"I bought a new dress for the party and, I must say, it is beautiful. I can't-"

"What party? You're not going as well are you?"

Molly blinked at Sherlock's interruption. He was looking at her questioningly and Molly frowned at him.

"Of course I am. Come on, Sherlock, it should be fun."

It was now Sherlock's turn to frown at her, a questioning look in his eyes. John glanced towards the floor, secretly enjoying how Molly had relaxed around Sherlock after the fall. As the intense carried on, John felt awkward and didn't feel like staying when the insults were sure to start flying. He yawned and muttered about going to get a coffee. As soon as the doors swung shut, Sherlock dropped his frown and Molly smirked.

"Why did you say you would go to this party? The whole point of John going meant that 221B was empty, therefore allowing you to come over."

Molly raised her eyebrows and placed her hands on her hips. Sherlock secretly loved it when she did this, it showed the confidence she had hidden for all those years.

"Oh, and what if he came home early? What would we say then? Besides, I couldn't say no, Greg cornered me."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and swivelled around in his chair, leaning against the bench.

"Greg? Since when has it been Greg?"

"Well, that's his name so…always, I guess."

Sherlock tried and failed to keep the smirk off of his face and Molly was pleased she had impressed him. She moved closer to him but stopped immediately as John re-entered, carrying cups of coffee for everyone in his hands. He placed one next to Sherlock and handed the other to Molly.

"Oh, great news, John. Sherlock has agreed to come to the party."

John, who was in the middle of drinking his coffee, burnt the roof of his mouth as he swallowed the hot liquid sharply. His eyes watering, John turned to Sherlock and folded his arms. Sherlock shot John a false smile and sighed.

"Why not? It should be, as you put it, 'fun'."

John arrived at the party about an hour after it had started, thanks to a certain detective taking his wallet and forcing him to walk to Lestrade's. He hadn't even seen Sherlock since St. Bart's and assumed he was already here. He saw Lestrade deep in conversation with Anderson and a very bored looking Molly. He approached and realised they were talking about their work. Molly was pleased to see him and pulled him by the arm to stand next to her. Anderson looked up and frowned at the Doctor while Lestrade clapped him on the back.

"Glad you could make it, John. Where's you-know-who?"

"I won't be surprised if he doesn't come, Inspector. Holmes isn't exactly the type for social events."

"Interesting, Anderson, I was going to say the same about you."

Molly smirked at the sound of the deep, sensuous voice of Sherlock standing behind her. He moved to stand next to her and placed his hands behind his back, his eyes travelling between the small group of people he was amongst. John, sensing there was nothing else he wished to say, started a conversation with Lestrade and Anderson. Molly glanced towards Sherlock who was staring ahead still, shifting slightly on his feet. Suddenly, he took her hand gently and was steering her inside the house. No one in the group noticed as they were deep in conversation.

John had been laughing so hard, he was sure his sides were going to split. That, coupled with the amount he had had to drink meant that he needed to use the toilet. He couldn't believe how big the house was but, he mostly couldn't believe that Anderson was actually tolerable with alcohol. He approached the bathroom and turned the handle. It was locked so he tapped on the door.

"Occupied."

John frowned at the muffled sound from inside the room and walked away, heading for the one on the top floor instead. What John didn't know was that Sherlock Holmes had locked that door before setting his lips upon every inch of Molly Hooper's skin he could find. He had pushed the straps of her navy blue dress down her shoulder and was raking his teeth sharply across her exposed shoulders, causing her to moan.

"Mmmm, Sherlock."

"Shhh, unless you want to get caught."

She giggled as he traced his hand slowly up her leg, pulling it up as he went, his mouth working up her neck now. Molly's hands went to tangle in his hair and pull it softly, causing him to moan slightly. Their lips colliding passionately, Sherlock moved forwards and Molly collided with the sink behind her. Her leg was around his waist now and, soon enough, she was hoisted onto the edge of the sink, his mouth never leaving hers. She wrapped both of her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, and began tugging at his buttons. Sherlock pulled away and moved to whisper into her ear.

"We certainly are eager tonight, aren't we?"

"Just shut up and fuck me, will you?"

Sherlock smirked as buried his face in to her neck, sucking and nipping at the skin there, his hands moving to her zip on her dress. She wrenched his belt out of his trousers and inched forwards slightly. Sherlock had a feeling it was about to get very hot in this little room…

An hour later, Lestrade and John noticed that Sherlock was missing. And Molly for that matter, but they put it down to her being cold and having gone into the house to warm up. He appeared at the door not a moment later, grabbing a beer from the table as he moved over to them. John frowned in confusion and Lestrade simply gaped, wondering where on Earth he had been. Sherlock sipped his drink, hoping the liquid will cool him down.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock, where have you been?"

John took this moment to take a long sip of his own drink, glancing between the two men and hoping he wasn't about to be pulled into the conversation. Sherlock swallowed and licked his lips a little, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly. He twirled the bottle through his fingers, and focused on the liquid inside sloshing around as he answered.

"I believe the appropriate phrase for this type of situation would be 'fucking the brains out of a certain Molly Hooper on your bathroom floor until both parties begged for mercy.' I must say it was…entirely satisfying. The sex, not your bathroom, that is."

Sherlock looked up to see John spluttering on his drink and Lestrade staring open-mouthed at him. Sherlock gulped down the rest of his drink to hide his growing smirk. John cleared his throat and, unsure of what else to do, placed his hands in his pockets. Lestrade suddenly, burst into laughter and nudged John who joined him. They had noticed Sherlock's smirk and had assumed he was joking.

"Ah, good one, mate, you had me going for a minute. I didn't think you knew how to joke."

Sherlock watched as John and Lestrade continued their raucous laughter and he noticed Molly from across the garden. She caught his eye and bit her lip, flicking her hair slightly. Sherlock smirked and shot her a quick wink, which was returned. This exchange went unnoticed by the men who were still laughing. Sherlock chuckled to himself. Maybe parties are worth it, after all.

I hope you liked that one guys, just a bit of fun for ya. Remember, anything Sherlolly related you'd like me to write, I'll do my best. I'm looking forward to seeing what ideas you've got :D xx I'll be back soon with more Sherlolly goodness so stay tuned xx