*Disclaimer: I do not own these characters*

6 Months Later

Molly was sat at her desk in her office in the mortuary, filling in her autopsy paperwork. Hearing footsteps leading up to her office she glanced up only to be entranced by piercing grey eyes. Sherlock was stood in the open doorway of her office staring intently at her; he moved forward softly closing the office door behind him then walking to where Molly had risen from her seat without even noticing.

Molly stared at Sherlock with anticipation, 'We haven't done it here at St Barts…..' she briefly remembered how in the past 6 months they had christened every surface in the apartment of 221B Baker Street, though she had to put her foot down at desecrating John's room! Her memories were interrupted when Sherlock urgently pressed his lips to her own and he was gently groping her breast. He manoeuvred Molly to press against the desk,

"Molly, turn around…we don't have much time."

Molly shrugged off her white coat and threw it into a random corner of the room whilst pressing desperate kisses to Sherlock's mouth then turned round to face the desk. She had never been so daring or so…..excited.

Sherlock undid his zip before pushing up Molly's skirt over her hips and pulled aside her knickers, Molly reached underneath herself to slide her finger inside her folds to circle round her clit as Sherlock pressed inside her.

Sherlock felt Molly tighten around his cock as he pushed inside her, Sherlock groaned out loud

"Glorious.."

He started a rough, heavy pace that had Molly whimpering in pleasure as she scrabbled to anchor herself to the desk. Soon Molly was pushing back at his thrusts, groaning and panting. Sherlock could tell she was close so he moved his hand from her hip to her clit, it only took a few strokes for Molly to stiffen in climax and for Sherlock to follow suit. Molly shivered at the feeling of Sherlock releasing within her and was thankful for the contraception injection she had started taking.

Sherlock took a moment to lean over Molly before withdrawing from her and zipping his trousers up. When Molly had righted her clothing, Sherlock pressed a kiss to her cheek before waltzing to the door.

Molly was surprised when he stopped at the door; he turned and glanced at her, Molly nervously giggled,

"What's wrong Sherlock? You seem nervous?"

Sherlock stood with his hands clasped behind his back, seemingly lost in thought but that was impossible! He's Sherlock Holmes! It seemed like he was contemplating something about her,

"Sherlock?"

Sherlock blinked before turning to the door again,

"I want you to come to a family dinner, to meet my mother."

Then Sherlock walked out the door leaving a visibly shocked Molly sitting at her desk. The next thing she saw was a harried John walking past her office shouting for Sherlock then a "Hello Molly!" resounded up the corridor to her.

She smiled before remembering what Sherlock had asked (ordered nearly), her smile faltered slightly now how could their relationship change to almost being normal? It just wasn't them, it wasn't Sherlock. But isn't it always what she wanted? She wanted Sherlock since she first clapped eyes on him; she remembered the jolt of chemistry that had electrified her when she first met his eyes. Now they have been having fantastic sex for the last six months and now he wants her to meet his mother! Did this mean he wanted to carry on the experiment? Did this mean this relationship was the beginning of a new experiment?

Molly smiled brightly before picking up her pen to return the paperwork, whatever this experiment will entail it she face head on, she just hoped she didn't get burned…