A/N: I don't own any of the characters(Obviously ;)). All of these characters belong to BBC. Although the way they treat them, they need to be taken away and loved on until the writers can learn to play nicely.

Anyways, inspiration struck and here's the final product! It takes place after TFP and Molly and Sherlock have already gotten the whole "I love you" thing sorted out, just to give the fandom a little break. I know Sherlock is written a little differently, but I figured he'd be a tad bit more sensitive after Eurus. It's just a fluffy one-shot for now, I don't know if I'll actually turn into a whole story but…

This is my first fanfiction and I'm a little nervous so, eek! Please be a dear and review!

Sherlock opened the door to 221B and was greeted by the sound of loud violin music floating down from upstairs.

"Mrs. Hudson!" She poked her head around the corner. "What is that?" She simply shrugged her shoulders and disappeared around the corner again. Sherlock had detected some flour on her sleeve and a drop of dark batter on the corner of her mouth and smiled. She was making her famous chocolate cake. As if to prove his theory, the oven beeped and he heard Mrs. Hudson scuttle over to it, letting the chocolate scent waft through the flat as she opened it.

As he climbed up the stairs the music got louder. Molly. He realised. She's home early. He opened the door and froze, grin plastered on his face at the scene in front of him.

Molly had moved the furniture back and was dancing to the music. She hadn't noticed him yet, her eyes closed and a look of bliss on her face. He watched as she threw her arms out and head back with the climax and, pulling her arms in, spun. She stopped abruptly, putting her foot down and moved her shoulders up and down with the rise and fall of the notes.

This went on for another minute, Sherlock mesmerized by her movements, until the song came to an end and Molly finally opened her eyes.

"Sherlock!" She started, and her already flushed face became even more red. "How long have you been standing there?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know! You know everything!" He knew she was just yelling because he startled her, but it still made his face fall. It brought back memories of when he first saw her after Sherrinford. The conversation hadn't been very quiet on her part, to say the least.

You humiliated me! Used me as an experiment!

He shook he thought out of his head and pushed down the lump he could feel starting to form in his throat. When had he become so susceptible to things like this?

"Sorry, um, I wasn't paying attention to the time. Maybe two minutes?"

Molly walked over to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. "Well at least take off your coat."

He cleared his throat and shrugged off his coat, hanging it up by the door. He smiled slightly as he climbed over the couch. "What um, what were you listening to?" He knew of every great composer, but had yet to hear that style. He scoured his mental library once again as Molly took a long drink.

"It's this new violinist. I'm sure you've heard of her."

"Nope"

"Seriously? You need to listen to one of her songs. I think she may even rival you!"

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Oh, the famous Sherlock Holmes finally has some competition." Molly came close to him, putting her hands on his chest and wiggling her eyebrows.

"Nonsense." He refused to make eye contact, looking up at the ceiling.

"Are you sure you're not just je-" He cut her off with kiss, expecting her to melt into it, forgetting about this "competition" and was rewarded with a slap on the hand. He pulled back quickly with and confused and somewhat hurt look. Had she started to regret their physical relationship? Did he hurt her? He scoured her face, searching for signs of disgust or hatred or regret. He let out a small sigh when she didn't move from his chest.

"Sherlock Holmes! That was rude! And if you wanted a kiss you should've gotten it before you started ogling me."

He opened his mouth to explain how interrupting her dancing would've just made her even more upset, but decided against it and apologized.

"Thank you. How was the case? You texted and said you'd be home late. You said it was an eight." Molly walked over to a chair that was now by the kitchen.

He was debating whether or not to tell her he was actually going to get supplies for a romantic diner and movie night. Better save it for another night. "It turned out to be a four at best" He lied, walking over and moving Molly to his lap. "Can I have a kiss now?"

"You've got to work for it." Molly smirked at him, making his head fill with possibilities. Last time he agreed to something like this, he ended up with an adhesive keeping his mouth shut chasing Molly, who had his glue removal, around the flat.

Sherlock sighed, "What do you want."

Molly smiled and pulled out her phone, "Just one song. Please?"

"Then I get a kiss?"

"Then you can have all the kisses you want." She confirmed.

He quirked an eyebrow, "Promise?"

"Mmmhmmmm" She drew it out as she put her face so close her nose almost touched his. "But no tricks or I'm moving back upstairs."

Sherlock hated that threat. She had done it, too, and it took all of his begging to get her back downstairs. She finally came down after two days of torture and a promise that next time she wasn't coming back. "By the way," He whispered, "Where'd you learn to move like that?"

Molly hummed, "Maybe I'll show you sometime."

Sherlock growled. He pulled at her hips until she was straddling him. "Molly…"

The cold glass of her phone pressed against mouth and he whimpered. He hated how she could make him need her with just one sentence. What happened to the time when he could make her turn red and run with just a glance and a smirk?

"No tricks." She whispered.

He sighed and shoved her off. "Fine. Play the song."

Molly smiled at him as she tapped her phone and gave it to him once the video started playing. The music was something he had never heard before; the violin was usually a classical instrument, but the way she played made Sherlock tap his foot slightly. It was modern and fast.

"I knew you'd like it!" Molly squealed and clapped her hands.

"No! It's ridiculous and too...electronic." He shut off the device and threw it across the room onto the other chair. "I listened to it, now I get my kiss." He strode across the room and grabbed Molly's waist, smashing his mouth onto hers. A jolt of pleasure shot through him as he heard her gasp. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her through his door, never breaking the kiss.

~o.0.o~

Molly stepped out of the cab and stretched her back. Bending over corpses all day always made her stiff. As she walked through the door of 221B Baker Street, she found Mrs. Hudson giggling wildly as she carefully tip-toed down the stairs.

"Everything okay?" Molly couldn't help but smile, it was contagious.

"Of course dear, but I think you ought to go upstairs." She walked back to her room laughing even louder.

Molly crept up the stairs quietly, pressed her ear to the door and heard Sherlock playing his violin. The song sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it. She opened the door slowly, not wanting to disturb him. Rarely did he play such an upbeat song. After Sherrinford, his most frequent choice was Requiem Mass, "in D minor", as he reminded her constantly. She poked her head into the flat and immediately covered her mouth to silence the giggles.

Sherlock was dancing! He was playing a song by the violinist she introduced him to and dancing! Molly watched as he jutted his hips side to side and kicked up his leg behind him, slowly dragging it on the floor. So this is why watching me was so entertaining. Her eyes followed him as he mimicked the moves of the violinist. Molly's eyes shone with tears of laughter as he continued strutting around the room, spinning and leaping. He rolled his hips and played a trill with ease, proving he had done this many times. Sherlock turned and froze, meeting Molly's gaze. She finally removed her hand and laughed.

"It's for a case!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, right. And what case is that?" Molly walked in and closed the door behind her.

"The case of the… Oh where's John when you need him!" Sherlock threw up his hands, almost whacking Molly with his bow. "Sorry." He put the violin down.

"No worries, It wouldn't be the first time and I certainly hope it won't be the last." She insinuated, wanting to ravish in his embarrassment and vulnerability. "Sherlock Holmes are you blushing?"

"No"

"I think I see some pink!"

"That's from dancing."

"Then you must've been dancing for a while, because you sir, are red."

"Yes, that's it." She saw him wince slightly as he realised what he confessed.

"Then it's not for a case?"

He sighed, "No."

"What's that?"

"No it is not for a case."

"Then why were you doing it?" Molly smiled, knowing she had successfully backed him into a corner.

"Because I like the music and dancing is fun."

"Aha! I knew you liked it! I was right!" She sang over and over, dancing very ungracefully."I was right! I was right!"

"What on earth are you doing?"

"It's my victory dance!" She bumped him with her hip.

"Well stop."

"Make me." Molly continued to shake her booty, knowing what Sherlock was going to do next. He scooped her up and threw her down on the couch.

"I've had enough of that." He mounted her, pinning her shoulders down, and kissed her softly. Molly tried to deepen the kiss, but he backed away and kept her shoulders pinned. She arched her back, trying to get closer and Sherlock took the opportunity to lightly drag his finger down it. He smiled when she squealed. "No tricks." he whispered. He nipped at her ear and got up off the couch.

"Sherlock." Molly closed her eyes and let out a frustrated huff.

"I'm going out." Sherlock announced. He pulled on his coat and scarf and walked out of the flat, leaving Molly on the couch trying to calm herself down. That man.

A/N II: I'm probably going to do the dinner and a movie scene next. If you have any requests or recommendations, let me know.