A/N Disclaimer: As much as i wish i could write like Moffat and Gatiss, Sherlock is a BBC item and I'm merely borrowing the characters to stop me dying of boredom! I'm not sure where this story is going yet, but fingers crossed!

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It had been a long day. Her feet ached and her shoulders were incredibly tense. Sighing, Molly Hooper walked into the changing room of St. Barts hospital and walked quietly along the floor to her own locker.

Fiddling in her pocket for her key, she could help but notice the glint of a rock on her finger. She smiled softly staring at it for a second, before opening up her locker and looking up in the mirror. She stared at the face looking back at her in her reflection, a brutal gasp ripped from her lips and the colour began to drain from her face.

She would know those eyes anywhere, remember how they had looked at her with such need when he had approached her in her lab over two years ago. Their blue was like ocean, in the least cheesy way, they held depth and wonder and Molly could remember the days, albeit bitterly that one look into his eyes would have left her a melting pile of hormones in her lab.

His hair was shorter yet still held its unruly curls, although it often was described as black, up close, Molly knew that his hair was merely a very very dark brown. After moment of just staring at him in the mirror, she became aware that either of them had something yet to say. She turned around, her locker door still open and looked at the man who had left her two years ago without barely a word. She met his powerful steely gaze and felt all of the anger start to boil inside her, she realised her fists were clenched and she could feel an dangerous shade of red blush across her normally pale face.

"Sherlock" she bit out, watching his eyes as his pupil dilated and then returned to their normal size, as if his brain was a literal machine and he was processing her reaction.

'Molly" he replied, his usually calm voice had a slight waver to it, perhaps he had deduced wrong.

"So you're back then?" she stated calmly, feeling her nerve endings tingle as he took a step closer to her.

He merely nodded, his eyes staring at her which could be seen as very unnerving had it not been Molly.

"Have you seen John?" she asked, backing up slightly to keep space in-between them. Sherlock frowned slightly and matched the step she had taken back.

"No. Really Molly must you keep wittering on" he said, his voice cool.

"Sherlock.. Now really isn't…"

"Oh but it is.. " he paused, clearly thinking about his choice of words 'I've found myself thinking about you"

Molly felt her heart flutter slightly, her hands starting to feel clammy from nervous perspiration.

"Sherlock.."

He sighed loudly

"Must we keep up this inane chit chat? I want you"

"You left me!" she splurged out, her voice had pain woven into it, which caused Sherlock to flinch.

He took a breath before stepping right up against her, his height towering over her, with her back pressed against the cool metal.

"I missed you" he murmured , ducking slightly so his eyes could meet hers.

In that second she knew she should have told him everything, in fact as he cupped her face and brushed his lips oh so gently against her own, she was certain that was the right time to tell him.

But she didn't.

His kisses grew more passionate as he pressed himself against her, causing her to melt inside in a way she'd promised to herself she wouldn't do anymore. As he grew more demanding and more brave, she felt herself lifted slightly, her choice of ankle biting skirt was lifted to around her waist and she wrapped her legs around Sherlocks sharp hips.

As she wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes opened lazily and she glanced at her ring finger, the diamond sparked in a way that is was almost taunting her. She shut her eyes again promptly and held him tighter, a hand in his curly hair making him moan against her mouth.

His zip was pulled, and his trousers dropped around his ankles, before he sought out her wet opening sighing into the space between her neck and shoulder and his length brushed against her. He pulled back slightly to look at her and a small smile graced his lips. he kissed her again, this time with feeling, every single emotion Sherlock had locked away over the past two years came pouring out. He's spent nights in his mind palace when he was being tortured or beaten for information, holding onto the dream of coming home to Molly and starting from where they left off.

'Sherlock.." she whispered, except this time there was no anger, just need.

Taking her word, he thrust his hips up and groaned as he sunk into her. Together they worked up a steady pace, her rocking her hips whilst his arms held her up against the locker and he thrust slightly harder, his mind silent.

Their movements became hurried and less languid as they both chased completion. Sherlock pulled one hand free, ensuring she was pressed against the locker to keep her upright and slid his hand to her clit, stroking it in circled with just the right amount of pressure that he felt Molly clench tightly around him, her mouth falling open in a silent O.

She shuddered and panted and her skin felt like it was burning whilst all the while she tightened her grip around Sherlocks waist, kissing him with an open mouth, their breath mingling between them.

She opened her eyes as she came back to earth and met his eyes, now nearly black with how much his pupils were dilated. She mewled softly at him before kissing him again and letting her nails scrape against his scalp where her hands were still placed. He shuddered against her and his hips jolted as he thrust deeper inside of her causing her to moan again. This spurred him one leading to a furious pace with the lockers behind Molly's back shaking and banging against the floor that it was a wander nobody had interrupted them.

Burying his face into her shoulder, Molly felt his groan and bite gently at her skin as he released himself into her.

It was at that moment that she knew she had done something wrong. Sherlock had turned his head from her shoulder to her locker and she felt him tense up.

"Molly"

She waited, her heart pounding.

"Who is that?"

He pulled away from her so quickly she almost didn't feel him leave her body. She dropped to the floor, her shaky legs almost failing to catch her and she felt her eyes well up with tears. She should have said something.

"Molly." the anger in his voice was overwhelming. "why is there a photo of you with another man in your-"

Molly wouldn't look up, couldn't look up. If she looked up she knew he would be able to read her in an instant, her stupid ring finger twitched and she felt his iron hot gaze land on her hand.

"Is that…" his voice sounded so cold and broken, nothing like what it had done mere minutes ago.

"I'm sorry." she murmured back finally daring to look up. "Sherlock I'm engaged".

He was already gone.