T rated one shot of how Sherlock's friends found out about his relationship with Molly, enjoy!


They could be quite loud.

John sat in his chair, fists clenched, face in a frown, wife and baby at home, surrounded by Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Sally Donovan and Anderson. The reason that he was unhappy and that he was surrounded by all of these people was because of Sherlock. It was always because of Sherlock: they had just been on a murder case, Sherlock was jumping around saying that he had finally solved it and that everyone else had placid, barely used minds. The usual. He was about to enlighten everybody with his findings before he got an 'urgent' text and had to leave, forgetting to tell everyone who the bloody murderer was like the dickhead he is.

So now, 221B Baker St. was now filled with half of Scotland Yard, Mrs. Hudson talking about something to do with her husband and his drug cartel and a very unhappy war doctor. It had been three hours since Sherlock had left. Lestrade was being pushed on solving this case by his superiors so he really needed Sherlock to get there… now!

Just as he was about to round up Donovan and Anderson, who would have been quite upset by this as they were just there to see the high-functioning sociopath to get a bollocking by John, Sherlock practically smashed through the door. But not alone, no. He currently had a very flushed Molly Hooper behind him who he was proceeding to pin up against the door of 221B. He was holding her wrists above her head and ravaging her with his lips. All that could be heard were Molly's moans and Sherlock's groans as Molly pulled playfully at Sherlock's hair. The rest of the room was speechless; all they could do was stare.

The couple obviously hadn't noticed that they had company because Sherlock's jacket was already on the floor along with Molly's cardigan. Sherlock held Molly by cupping her bum, her legs around his waist so that he could have better access to her neck. Sherlock licked and bit his way down it toward her breasts; he would have succeeded in ripping her blouse and bra off if it had not been for Molly who saw the rest of the room over his shoulder.

'Sherlock, wait stop.'

'What is it? Do you want to take this to the bedroom?' Sherlock lowered his voice when he said this, sending vibrations through her body; the things that voice did to her...

Molly felt him smirk against her neck, still oblivious to the situation as he was inching closer and closer to her chest. It was taking a lot of her self-control to make him stop.

'No. I mean yes but not now I mean… We have an audience.' She had never been so embarrassed in her life!

Confused, Sherlock just stared at her until she nodded behind him and he turned around. John looked confused, Lestrade, Donovan and Anderson looked the most shocked he had ever seen them and Mrs. Hudson… well she was smiling.

John was the first to speak: 'Sherlock what the hell is this?'

'I'm playing the trumpet, what do you think is happening? I was just about to take Molly to bed before you lot interrupted.'

Next it was Donovan's turn to speak: 'Us interrupt you? You're the one who barged in here in the middle of a murder case!'

Sherlock was angry now, all he wanted to do was go to his room and screw Molly senseless… in the most loving way obviously: 'Me? Interrupt you? I'm sorry but I think that you'll find that I live here, and I already solved that case!'

'Yeah you might have bloody well solved it but you haven't told us who did it!' Lestrade was losing his patience possibly his job if he didn't get the answer out of Sherlock soon.

'Lestrade you never cease to amaze me with your stupidity, I texted you who the murder was two hours ago.'

'Oh, right then…'

It was John's time to speak again: 'Hang on, how long has this been going on?'

Sherlock was about to throw them all out of the window one by one 'Does it matter?'

Molly slapped him in the shoulder 'We've been together for about 5 months now, John, just after the whole fake Moriarty fiasco. I texted Sherlock because I just got back from a pathology conference and haven't seen him in a week.

John's eyebrows honestly couldn't have risen any more. '5 months! Jesus I knew that you'd been doing other things recently mate but I didn't realise exactly who!'

'Anderson laughed: 'I thought I'd never see the day. Sherlock Holmes has a girlfriend, there must be a God in heaven.' This made Donovan smirk and frankly Molly had had enough:

'You know what, maybe Sherlock and I didn't tell you because we knew that you would react like this, he is a private person and didn't want anyone to know just yet, neither did I' She was pointing at Sally and Anderson now. 'You two, always calling him a freak, accusing him for being a fraud all those years ago. He has single-handedly solved more cases than you probably have and will in your lifetime so just stop it! He can be an arse at times but it still doesn't give you the right to treat him like that so show some respect.'

At this point Sherlock was smirking like an idiot, mainly because Donovan had turned a rather alarming shade of red. God he loved Molly so much.

'Yes, thank you for that Molly. Now, if you would all leave now that would be excellent, I have other things to attend to.' That last part was aimed at Molly and he was now staring her dead in the eye. Screw it, audience be damned: He picked her up again and said: 'You are amazing Molly Hooper.'

With that he carried her to the bedroom, slammed the door shut and had his way with her, hopefully everyone else had left before being subjected to Sherlock and Molly in the bedroom. They could be quite loud.

Hope you enjoyed it, more one-shots to come! :)