A/N: A pairing I could not resist, so here's the result. First Fic!
Working in the morgue, death was something Molly had long come accustomed to. Despite the varying forms it was a constant, her job had long since taught that among the dead there was nothing to fear, no true surprises.
Irene Adler of course, being the exception.
It was late into the night Molly first meet her. Staying back she was just finishing the last report of a multi causality crash, when exhausted she started at the sudden appearance of another in the office.
"Oh! I didn't hear you come in" she stammered to the beautiful woman framing her door, impeccably presented in a black dress and coat. Remembering with some surprise the time she added,
"I'm sorry but our office hours are 9-5, I was actually just leaving"
Irene approached the girl, thin framed with hair tied back in a pony tail and features soft in the warm office light.
"Well aren't I glad to have caught you, Miss Hooper is it?" Inviting herself in she perched on the edge of the desk, placing prey in her favourite position. Beneath her.
Crossing her legs, she achieved the desired effect as Molly's eyes followed the creeping skirt. Seizing the distraction Irene continued.
"I need access to you and your records"
Flustered Molly rose, inadvertently foiling the power play.
"I'm sorry but I really can't help you" she stammered
"Now dear, I'm sure I can make it worth your while" The skirt again crept up suggestively "Tell me, what do you like"
Molly had no illusions about her sexuality, especially when confronted with such a woman. Mustering her courage and files she thought instead about how she'd like these people to stop breezing into her space, demanding things of her. Regardless of how brilliant or beautiful they were. An old wound irritated.
"No" she continued with more conviction than she felt.
Irene was somewhat surprised by this girl, who by all appearances was as mousy as her hair. She couldn't recall the last time someone resisted her, regardless of intent. A wolfish smile spread across her face "Pity" she purred.
With a smooth movement she slid behind Molly, hand grasping her hip, warm breath raising the hairs of Molly's neck. Lips grazed her ear and before she could react Irene began to weave her words. A warmth spread through Molly, immersed in the movements and murmur she relaxed, drifting deeper into a glorious ecstasy. Suddenly the pathologist gasped, at a piecing on her collarbone, as Irene sank her teeth. Feeling a flutter of struggle, she soothed and shushed the younger woman. The last Molly recalled was a voice floating from far away
"See... I knew what you'd like"