Molly yawned and looked around. She didn't see the familiar paintings on the wall or the furniture of her flat. Instead she was on Sherlock's couch. Molly frantically looked around and saw 3 empty bottles of wine. They made sense with her pounding headache. She also saw that she was wearing the same thing as last night, but the still passed out Sherlock had swapped his towel for a large bedsheet and his chair for the floor. The bedsheet was casually wrapped around his perfect body. Just then Sherlock awoke and looked at Molly.

"Umm…. morning Sherlock. What exactly happened last night" questioned Molly.

"Well after our dinner, I opened a bottle of wine. When that was finished you opened another and decided to tell me your entire life's story. The third was when you began telling me about how many men you've slept with."

"Oh my god I am truly very sorry. I should go." Molly tripped as she quickly got off the couch.

"Yes. You should go before you make a larger fool of yourself."

Molly gathered her coat and quickly left. Sherlock got up to lay on the couch.

"I didn't say I minded your stories.'' Sherlock whispered softly to himself, after he was sure Molly had long gone. He said it softer than when he told Molly she had acted like a fool and he realized he regretted telling her that.

It was very unlike him to think something like that. The lives of others never interested him and was very keen on letting people know that. He also knew that a lot more had happened last night, but he surely wasn't going to tell Molly about the drunken kiss he had given her. He was glad he had kissed her and he was even happier about the fact that she didn't remember. It was quite obvious that Molly had been aroused by his lack of clothing and Sherlock took advantage of the opportunity.

Molly had arrived home and sat down to cry.

"I embarrassed myself yet again in front of Sherlock Holmes! It's like I can't be near him unless I'm doing something stupid!"

Molly walked to the shower, hoping to clean up from the night on the couch and take her mind off what had happened. She turned the dial by the shower head, but nothing happened. There was no water coming from the sinks either. Come to think of it there was no power. The only light was coming from the windows.

"Shit!"

After calling her landlady and confirming that something was wrong and workers would be there the next day, Molly was told she needed to find somewhere to stay for the night. Molly got into a cab and told the driver to take her to the first place she could think of, Baker Street. When she reached the door she knocked timidly.

"Come in Molly." It was Sherlock's low rumbling voice coming through the door.

Molly entered only to see Sherlock still sitting on the couch wearing his bedsheet.

"I'm sorry to bother you,but…."

"the power is out and the water isn't working at your flat. You're most likely here to ask me if you could spend the night" Sherlock interrupted.

"Yes, how did you… oh never mind. I was also hoping if you would let me use your shower."

"Of course. I was just going to use it myself."

"Go ahead and go first. I mean it is your shower and I am intruding"

"God Molly! Must you be so… I mean, I meant for you to join me."

Molly was clearly just as stunned as when Sherlock had walked out naked the night before. Sherlock noticing that she clearly wanted to (since he noticed everything), he walked up closing the gap between them. His breath warmed Molly's lips as he got closer. It was only when there lips were almost touching that he took hold of her hand and begun leading her toward the bathroom.

"Why?" asked Molly gently.

"Because I'm sorry about earlier a…"

"No Sherlock this is not how people apologize"Molly interrupted.

"You didn't let me finish" whispered Sherlock "This is because I'm sorry and because I love you."

He leaned down and kissed Molly as deeply and as lovingly as he could. Tears flowed down Molly's face and she kissed back with even more passion. She began to slip Sherlock's bedsheet off his shoulders as he turned on the hot water. The kisses reminded Molly of the night before and she blushed as she removed Sherlock's sheet completely.

"I love you too" Molly said during her breaths in between Sherlock's kisses.

"Obviously" Sherlock replied as he rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

Molly tried not to giggle (she knew Sherlock hated giggling) and instead let her tongue explore Sherlock's mouth. She had always dreamed of this and it was even better than she had hoped.

"How cliche" she thought to herself.

The next thing she knew she was in her bra and jeans. Sherlock broke the kiss and bent down. He unbuttoned her jeans and placed a kiss before taking the zipper in his mouth. Slowly he unzipped and then he removed both her pants and underwear. Then he stood and began to nuzzle into Molly's neck, placing love bites and kisses as he went.

Sherlock was a virgin. Sex had never interested him and as he told his brother it didn't alarm him either. He had conducted "experiments" when he was younger. He had kissed girls and he had let them "do" things to him. But, this was different he wanted this to be happening and he yearned to be inside Molly. At that moment Sherlock turned into an animal. He grabbed hold of Molly's bra with his teeth and ripped it off of her. Together they moved into the shower in a frenzy of lips and teeth and tongue and lust.

Molly began to feel more adventurous as the warm water washed over her. She had slept with men before, but never had she wanted someone this badly. The next thing she knew, she had Sherlock's cock inside her mouth. Moving faster and faster she sucked and licked and held on firmly with her hand at his hilt. This added pressure made Sherlock's already erect cock grow harder. Right before Sherlock was about to climax Molly stopped and jumped up to kiss him. He moaned hard into her mouth, begging for her to finish. Before she could do anything. Sherlock lifted her onto his hips and he lined himself up. The water rushing over his cock as he thrust into Molly. She screamed his name as he moved in and out of her, faster and faster and hitting her g-spot with each thrust. The both climaxed at the same time, crying out each other's name. They both shook and Molly sat, trying not to pass out from her mind-blowing orgasm. Sherlock took the opportunity to flip her over and thrust into her ass.

He groaned loudly and then woke up with a start. Benedict looked around and saw that he was alone in his bedroom. His hand was on his cock and there was cum everywhere. Realizing that he had been dreaming he quickly cleaned himself off and got dressed. He ran to the door while dialing Louise. Benedict grabbed his "Sherlock" hat as he left, hoping to make his dream a reality.