A/N: Pandemonium is the capital of Hell in Milton's "Paradise Lost." It also means chaos. I couldn't resist calling James Moriarty the Prince of Pandemonium.
Arienhod on AO3 mentioned a headcanon - "Molly developed a kink for Sherlock in his demon form." We'll see that come to fruition later. :)

"What the hell is an angel doing here?" Myrddin demanded.

The angel jumped slightly then turned to face him. Myrddin had never seen eyes that shade of silvery blue before. Like liquid metal. I could lose myself in those eyes. He mentally shook himself. "There is no reason for you to be here," he said coldly.

She didn't even blink. "You must be Myrddin Emrys. I'm Anthea. Your uncle sent me."

"That's fairly obvious, the question is why?"

"She's here to help me break my contract with Hell," his father said tersely.

"And since she'll be staying with us for an indefinite amount of time," Molly said sweetly, "your father and I were hoping you'd let her have the guestroom."

"I was here first," he said, ignoring the fact that he sounded like a spoiled child. "She can have the sofa. Or you and Father can let her have your bed and you sleep on the sofa."

"I don't want to cause trouble," Anthea said. "I'm sure I can find accommodations elsewhere."

"With what money?" Sherlock asked. "You have nothing but the clothes on your back." He turned to Myrddin. "You, Myrddin, are going to do the gentlemanly thing and let her take the guestroom."

"The hell I will," he protested. Now I sound like a spoiled teenager.

"Or I could simply throw you out," Sherlock said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Enough," Molly said firmly. "Anthea gets the guestroom and she will share the closet with Myrddin. Myrddin will sleep on the sofa." She turned to Myrddin. "You will behave yourself or so help me, I'll find a way to trap you in a telephone pole."

Myrddin raised an eyebrow. "I truly believe you mean that, Dr. Hooper."

"It's Molly," she said firmly.

"Very well, Molly, the angel can have the room," he muttered. "It's not like I will be staying long anyway."

"Now that that's settled," Sherlock said, smirking, "who's hungry?"

"Myrddin can set the table first," Molly said. "I'm sure Anthea doesn't want to get any food on her white clothes. C'mon, Anthea." She led the angel down the hall.

Myrddin looked at his father. "What was your brother thinking?"

"I don't know," Sherlock admitted. "But I'm sure her value will become more apparent later. For now, let's just go along with it."

Anthea followed the petite human to the master suite and watched her pull a pair of women's pajamas out of a drawer. Well, technically they were a woman's size, but they were turquoise blue and covered with white kittens. Her bewilderment must have shown on her face because Molly smiled apologetically.

"Sorry, I have odd taste in sleepwear. They'll be short and tight across the bust but they'll do for a night." She gave her the pajamas and her spare bathrobe. "The guestroom is down the hall, third door on the left. The guest bathroom is just across the hall from it."

"Thank you." Anthea took the borrowed pajamas and robe to the third door on the left and found a room with a double bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a closet, and a small writing desk and chair. She let her hair down then changed into the pajamas, finding they were indeed three inches too short in the pants and sleeves, and tight across her chest. Like she said, it's only for a night. The robe wasn't much better, but at least in it she felt less exposed. Anthea hung up her blouse and skirt in the closet, next to Myrddin's pale gray hoodie and black leather coat, and put her white pumps next to a pair of his trainers.

When she found her way back to the kitchen, she found Sherlock and Molly talking. Myrddin could be seen in the adjoining dining room, setting the table.

Molly noted how small the pajamas and robe were on her. "I'll take you shopping tomorrow." She glanced at Sherlock. "I can say she's my cousin if we run into anyone I know."

Sherlock nodded. "Good idea."

"I can't let you lie for me," Anthea said, aghast.

"Better a lie than have you and Molly institutionalized," Myrddin said from the other room. "No one will believe you're an angel, they'll think you're mad."

Anthea looked to Molly and Sherlock for confirmation. At their nods, she said quietly, "Very well."

"Have a seat, everyone," Sherlock said.

Molly led the way to the formal dining room. The table could seat six but was set for four, two on each side. Molly and Sherlock sat on one side, Anthea and Myrddin on the other. Sherlock served the roasted pork, mashed potatoes and gravy, and asparagus spears. Everyone started eating. Anthea took one bite of pork and couldn't hold back a moan, it was that good. The other three looked at her with varying degrees of amusement.

She blushed. "Sorry, I've never had food before."

Molly asked, curious, "What do angels live on?"

"Light," Anthea said simply. "Things like eating are foreign to us."

"Eat up," Sherlock said, giving her an extra portion of pork. "Food is an innocent indulgence." He grinned. "Well, my desserts aren't so innocent, but you get the idea."

Molly poured everyone a glass of white wine, but she only gave Anthea half a glass. "You've never had alcohol before, so we'll start you off slow."

"Thank you." She took a small sip and smiled. "This is good too."

Molly smiled. "Good. We'll make a gourmand out of you yet." She turned to Sherlock, smiling a bit. "We're doing pretty well on our pre-wedding To Do list. Item one was 'break our contract.' The mark hurt more coming off than going on, but it was worth it. Item two, 'save Myrddin,' is complete. On to item three?"

Sherlock nodded. "'Break the contract with Hell.' I've tried to contact my superior, James, the Prince of Pandemonium, multiple times but he refuses to respond."

"Maybe he's too busy ruling the capital of Hell," Myrddin said.

"He's found time to send me orders. I've refused them all, which should have gotten me a one-way ticket back to Hell and years of torture, but so far, nothing."

"What do you think that means?" Molly asked worriedly.

"Something's coming," Sherlock said quietly. "James and I have never gotten along. Even before the Fall, he was overdramatic and theatrical – whatever he has planned for me, it's big."

"What could he gain from keeping you bound?" Molly asked.

"Since I'm refusing to work for him, not much."

"You would be denied entrance into Heaven if you're still bound to Hell," Anthea reminded him. "Could that be what he wants, to keep you apart from Molly? Mycroft told me she is destined for Heaven."

"If that's what he wants, he wouldn't get his payoff for years," Sherlock said. "James was never that patient. No, whatever he's after, it's something much more immediate."

"Perhaps he intends to kill Molly," Myrddin said. "That would deprive you of her now and the contract would keep you from reuniting with her in Heaven."

Molly's face paled and Sherlock placed a reassuring hand over hers. He glared at Myrddin. "I had thought of that, yes, but I didn't want to mention it in front of Molly."

"Is it this hard for every demon to break their contract?" Molly asked quietly.

Sherlock gently squeezed her hand. "To be honest, I've never heard of another demon breaking the contract, but it's not exactly the kind of thing Hell would want to make public. I'll have to ask the demons who are still speaking to me if they've heard."

While they were talking, Anthea found she really enjoyed the pork and the potatoes, but one bite of the asparagus had her making a face. Myrddin chuckled as she took another bite and made the same face.

"You don't need to eat it if you don't like it," he murmured, smirking.

"I don't?" she asked, surprised. "I don't want to be impolite."

"It's fine, Anthea," Molly said, smiling gently. "If you don't like it, don't eat it. You'll find other things to like."

Myrddin said, grinning evilly, "Being impolite would be doing something like this."

He took a heaping spoonful of mashed potatoes and flicked it at Sherlock. The white glob bounced off the incubus' nose and landed in his wine glass, splashing white wine over his plate and aubergine dress shirt.

Molly jumped back instinctively. "Myrddin, that's not funny!"

Anthea worriedly turned to Sherlock, who hadn't reacted to the prank except to change his shirt once again, this time to his teal blue one. He steepled his hands in front of his face, not looking at his son. A moment later, Myrddin noticed something was blocking the light above him. He looked up just as a multi-layered confection of crepes, caramel, whipped cream, and bananas landed on his face.

Myrddin sputtered as crepes fell from his face on to his shirt, his lap, the table, and finally the floor, leaving trails of caramel and whipped cream. There were banana slices in his hair and on his shoulders and whipped cream and caramel all over his face. Molly took one look at him and started giggling. Sherlock just grinned evilly.

Anthea murmured, dismayed, "Oh no…" That would have been a lovely dessert, such a pity…

Myrddin glared at Sherlock but Sherlock's grin only widened. "Don't mess with the master, son."

The world's greatest wizard got up and stormed out of the room, trailing banana slices as he went.

"I'll help him clean up," Anthea said as she got up and followed him. Behind her, she could hear Sherlock and Molly talking.

"Look at this mess… I hope you have something else for dessert," Molly said.

"There's Ben & Jerry's in the freezer," Sherlock said.

"Chocolate Therapy?" she asked hopefully.

"That, Half Baked, Chunky Monkey, and Cherry Garcia."

Are those words supposed to make sense together? Anthea thought, confused.

Myrddin was tossing banana slices he'd picked off his clothes and out of his hair into the trashcan in the guest bathroom when he heard a knock on the door.

"Go away, Anthea," he muttered.

The door opened and Anthea came in, smiling a bit. "How did you know it was me, the clairvoyance?"

"Process of elimination," he said, turning back to the mirror over the sink. "Father wouldn't have come after me and I'm sure Molly's too busy cleaning up what I left in the dining room, so that leaves only you. And you are as bad at listening as I am." He wet a washcloth and started wiping the mess off his face.

"Here, let me." She took the washcloth from him and slid in between him and the sink. With her free hand on his shoulder, she started to gently wipe away the food.

Her eyes were on her task but Myrddin still found himself unable to look away from them. I've only met a couple of angels but none of them were this … enchanting.

Once she had wiped the mess off his face and neck, she looked at his hair in dismay. "You're going to need a shower."

"If you insist," he said, grinning wickedly. He pulled off his dirty jumper and t-shirt, grinning even wider when Anthea blushed at the sight of his bare chest. "Care to join me?"

She blushed brighter. "Why don't you just use your magic to clean up?"

"Magic is physically demanding. I may be the most powerful wizard in history, but I'd rather save it for when I really need it." He slowly, teasingly ran his hands up and down her arms. On the skin of her arms that was bared by the too-short sleeves, he could see her getting goosebumps. His grin wasn't going away any time soon, and neither apparently was her blush. "Besides, why use magic when getting wet is a lot more fun?"

"I … um … I have to go," she said quietly, not meeting his eyes.

Myrddin let go and watched her leave the bathroom in a hurry, closing the door behind her. He smirked. At least I have a pretty little distraction while I'm here.

Molly looked up from the dishes to see Anthea practically run into the kitchen. The angel's cheeks were flushed and her eyes were wide.

"Anthea? What's wrong?" Molly asked gently. "I thought you were going to help Myrddin get cleaned up."

"I was … I did. I cleaned off his face but he still had food in his hair. I told him he needed a shower then he, um, he took his jumper off and asked if I wanted to join him." Her blush deepened.

"Ah," Molly said, understanding. "Myrddin's half-incubus, he's bound to be flirty. If he ever says or does something you don't like, just say no and walk away."

"Then tell me," Sherlock said as he came into the room. "I'll teach him a lesson."

"You don't understand, I liked it," Anthea said as she looked down at her hands, ashamed.

Molly went over to her and gently took her hands. "There's nothing wrong with liking it when someone flirts with you, Anthea."

"I'm not here for that," she said firmly. "I'm here only to help Sherlock. I shouldn't even notice how physically appealing Myrddin is." Her blush had started to fade but it flared back to life again.

"That's my cue to leave," Sherlock said. He left the room, shaking his head a bit.

Molly laughed softly. "Well, that got him out of here in a hurry, but never mind about Sherlock. If you want to look at Myrddin, go ahead and look. If you want to do more than that, I'm sure he wouldn't object."

"I shouldn't…" Anthea looked more torn than Molly had ever seen anyone look.

"What happens on Earth stays on Earth," Molly said, smiling gently. "You won't be here forever, you should enjoy yourself while you can."

"Sherlock told me the same thing."

"Well, there you go. Why don't you go talk to Myrddin?"

"And say what?" Anthea smiled weakly. "'I'm a virgin who'll only be on Earth for a short time, fancy a shag?'"

Molly giggled. "If you put it that way, he'd probably say yes. Just tell him you like him and you'd like to get to know him. No need to bring up virginity or shagging just yet."

"I don't know…" She sighed quietly. "I think I'll just go to bed."

"It's early."

She shrugged helplessly. "I have a lot to think about."

"Alright." Molly smiled gently. "You can always come to me if you need help or just want to talk."

"Thank you, Molly," Anthea said. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Anthea."

The angel left the room just as the incubus walked back in. He smiled a bit. "Now that you're done discussing my son's sex life, how about a movie?"

Molly grinned. "Okay, anything but drama, I've had enough of that for one day."

Sherlock smirked. "As long as you're okay with romance – I have plans for tonight."

"Please," Molly said, smiling, "you know I can't resist you."

He wrapped his arms around her, grinning. "Good, since I can't resist you either."

Anthea lay on the bed in the guestroom with the lights still on, the incident in the bathroom playing over and over in her head. Why can't I just do what we both want? Sherlock and Molly both said I should just enjoy myself while I'm here. She sighed quietly. It's the consequences that are stopping me. If anyone finds out, I would lose my position. And if they thought my actions were serious enough, I could be kicked out of Heaven entirely.

But don't you think a night with Myrddin would be worth it? a small voice in her head asked.

Worth getting in trouble, maybe, but not worth losing the only home I've ever known. She turned onto her side, facing the wall. If he were more of a jerk, it would be easier to resist him.

The door opened and she looked up to see Myrddin come into the room wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist, the towel barely big enough to cover him. His damp hair was combed back and drops of water still trailed down his body.

Anthea sat up and stared at him, her cheeks flaming. He's gorgeous…

"Don't mind me," Myrddin said, not looking at her. He went over to the closet and started poking around on his side.

Anthea found herself mesmerized by the play of muscles on his back. "Myrddin, I'm in bed. You could have knocked."

He turned to her, grinning. "I knew you weren't doing anything but laying there. With the lights on, I might add. Believe me, if I knew you were touching yourself, I would have knocked, then I would have offered to join you."

"Myrddin!" she gasped, and she could feel her entire face was red.

He approached the bed, his grin widening. "Do that again," he murmured.

Anthea's eyes widened. "Do what again?"

Myrddin sat on the edge of the bed, gazing at her. "Say my name like I had just gotten you off."

She looked down at her hands, his hands, anywhere but those intense blue-green-gold eyes. "That's not even close to what happened."

He chuckled. "You're right, you said my name because I offended you, but you can't blame me for pretending."

"You didn't offend me, you surprised me." She idly traced the swirling pattern on the bedspread with her finger.

"Is that so?" He brought a hand to her chin, raising it until her eyes met his. "Does that mean you wouldn't object to touching yourself while I watched? Or letting me touch you?"

"I… Could we get to know each other first?"

Myrddin smiled a bit. "Alright, we'll go the 'friends first' route."

He leaned closer and just as Anthea thought he was going to kiss her lips, he kissed her cheek. She didn't know whether to be disappointed or relieved.

"Let me put something on and we can talk."

He stood up and walked back to the closet, causing Anthea to let out a small squeak of surprise when she saw the towel didn't go with him. Her fingers itched to touch his perfect arse, and that desire didn't lessen when he put on a pair of royal blue pajama pants. Myrddin walked back over to the bed with the pajama top in his hand, grinning.

"I thought you'd like that," he said as he sat down.

Is it possible to spontaneously combust from blushing too much? She waved a hand at the pajama top. "Aren't you going to put that on?"

"No, I'm not cold and I like seeing you blush. However, I think you might be more comfortable in it than Molly's. Too big is always better than too small."

"Right…" She picked up the pajama top. "Could you turn around?"

"I could…" he drawled, grinning.

"Myrddin…"

He chuckled then turned his back to her. She quickly took off Molly's top then put on Myrddin's. He's right, this is much more comfortable. "Alright."

He turned back to her, grinning again. "I like the look of you in my clothes, Anthea." She blushed again then he laid down and put his head in her lap. "What do you want to know about me?"

It took her a moment to get over her surprise at suddenly having a lapful of very attractive wizard. "What did you do to Nimue to make her put you in that tree?"

"You know about that, huh?" He sighed.

"Mycroft has kept watch on all of Sherlock's progeny. You're the only one left."

"What makes you think I did something?" Myrddin asked, sounding a bit defensive.

"She could have killed you. Trapping you for eternity instead sounds personal." Without permission from her brain, her fingers started to idly play with his hair.

He sighed quietly. "Not all magic is innate, a lot of it comes from study. Nimue was my protégé. She was a fast learner. Too fast, really. She wanted to learn magic that was too advanced for her. I refused to teach her, that's when she trapped me."

"You did nothing else? You didn't spurn her advances?"

Myrddin chuckled. "Believe me, I loved her advances. I'm half-incubus, after all. No, not teaching her what she thought she had a right to learn was enough."

What did she do after that? "Is she still alive?"

"I don't know," he admitted. "I could see the whole world while I was in the tree, but I never saw her. She must have blocked herself from my sight. Spells like the one she used to trap me normally end when the caster dies, so in theory she's still alive."

"What would you do if you saw her again?" Anthea asked gently.

"I thought about that a lot while I was waiting," he said quietly. "I'd trap her somewhere small and make sure she can't get out."

"That sounds awfully … petty. Couldn't you be the better person and forgive her?"

"Forgive?" he asked in disbelief. "If my father and Molly hadn't freed me, I would have died when the tree was cut down. She knew my life was dependent on that tree. As far as I'm concerned, she put me in it fully expecting me to die there. No, she doesn't deserve my forgiveness."

"Forgiveness isn't about her, it's about you," she said softly. "It's letting go and moving on."

"She stole fourteen hundred years from me," he muttered. "How am I supposed to move on from that?"

"By making the most of your freedom."

"That brings us back to my earlier question," he murmured. He gently took one of her hands and kissed her knuckles.

Anthea shivered. "Sex isn't the only way to celebrate your freedom."

"Maybe not, but it's the best way." He kissed the inside of her wrist.

"Myrddin…" She wasn't sure if she was warning him to stop or asking him to continue, she just knew his name came out a lot more breathless than she intended.

"Mmm, just keep saying my name, baby," he murmured, tilting his head to grin up at her. "It'll fuel my fantasies later."

She laughed softly, her cheeks flaming anew. "Am I ever going to stop blushing around you?"

"I hope not," he said sincerely. He sat up, bringing one hand to stroke her cheek. "If I can't make you blush even a little bit, that means I no longer have any affect on you, and that would be a tragedy."

Anthea sighed softly as she leaned into his hand. "Myrddin, I…"

"Yes?" he murmured.

She smiled at him regretfully. "I think it's time for us to say goodnight."

He sighed heavily. "You're probably right. I'll have to settle for seducing the sweetest angel another time." He smiled at her hopefully.

Anthea laughed softly. "Yes, another time."

Myrddin softly kissed her forehead. "I know I'm going to have good dreams tonight, what about you?"

"Yes," she said, smiling softly. "I'll dream of a handsome wizard who's looking to win the favor of a maiden fair."

"And I'll dream of a maiden fair who wants the handsome wizard to help her stop being a maiden." He grinned at her.

She laughed softly. "Goodnight, Myrddin."

"Goodnight, Anthea." He stood up then bent to kiss her cheek. She blushed once more and he was grinning when he left the guestroom.

Molly was sitting on the sofa, playing with her fiancé's curls as he lay with his head in her lap while they watched The Wizard of Oz. Sherlock was saying something about the symbolism of the movie, but all Molly could concentrate on was how good he smelled and how soft his hair was.

Sherlock chuckled. "Molly, did you actually hear any of that?"

"Hmm?" She blushed a bit at being caught. "Sorry, Sherlock. I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have such an attractive husband-to-be."

Sherlock grinned up at her. "You're forgiven, then." He reached up and took her left hand, rubbing his thumb over her bare ring finger. "I'm still looking for just the right ring."

"You'll find it," she said confidently. "We still have seven months until the wedding, you've got plenty of time."

He kissed her hand. "You truly are the perfect woman for me, Molly."

She smiled down at him softly. "And you're the perfect man for me."

"If you two are done declaring your mutual perfection," Myrddin drawled from the doorway, "I'd like to go to bed."

Both of them looked up at him. Sherlock sat up, one eyebrow raised. "Do I want to know where the top half of those pajamas is?"

Myrddin grinned. "Anthea's wearing it."

"Myrddin…" Sherlock's warning tone was more of a growl.

The wizard held up his hands, still grinning. "She's fine, I didn't touch her. I just gave her the top because it would be more comfortable than Molly's."

"He's got a point, Sherlock," Molly said. She got up and went into the hallway, taking a pillow and blanket from the linen closet then walking back to the sitting room and giving them to Myrddin. "If you need an extra blanket, it's in the closet."

Myrddin nodded. "Should I expect a visit from your cat?"

Molly smiled a bit. "No, he's scared of strangers, he's been holed up in our room all day."

"But I plan to kick him out," Sherlock said. "I don't like an audience. So you may get a visit after all."

Myrddin snickered. "Right. Have fun."

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood up. "Goodnight, Myrddin."

"Goodnight, Myrddin," Molly said.

"Goodnight, you two."

"Should we worry about Myrddin and Anthea?" Molly asked as they were in their room, getting ready for bed.

"Not for tonight," Sherlock said, smiling a bit.

"Sherlock…"

"As long as they're careful, Anthea shouldn't suffer any repercussions. Angels are expected to be pure. If Heaven finds out she had an affair, especially with a campion, there would be consequences."

"What kind of consequences?"

"At the very least, she would lose her position as Mycroft's assistant."

"What's the worst that could happen to her?"

"She would be thrown out of Heaven." He sighed heavily. "I can't begin to tell you how painful that would be for her. I chose to leave and I still regret it. To be rejected by your home, your family, with no hope of ever returning … there is no greater loss."

Molly gently wrapped her arms around him. "We'll find a way to get you back there, Sherlock. And if Anthea is rejected, can she stay with us?"

He smiled softly. "Of course, love." Sherlock held her close. "You have the biggest heart, Molly. I'm grateful you gave it to me."

"I couldn't have given it to anyone else," she murmured, then smiled a bit. "It's been yours since the first time I tried your cooking."

Sherlock chuckled. "And here I thought it was mine since you saw me wearing nothing but an open dressing gown."

"Oh God," Molly said, laughing. She could feel her cheeks turn pink. "I still blush a little every time I think of that. It was quite a sight, but it doesn't beat your cooking."

"Hmm, maybe I should go make you a snack instead of making love to you."

"I didn't say that." She grinned at him.

Sherlock grinned back and was about to kiss her when they heard purring coming from under the bed. Both of them laughed then Molly retrieved Devil. "Sorry, little guy, but you're leaving." She opened the door and set him down in the hallway then quickly closed the door before he could come back in. Molly approached Sherlock, murmuring, "Where were we?"

"Being interrupted while we were making up for being interrupted this morning," he said, grinning.

"Ah, now I remember." She gently pulled his head down to kiss him deeply.

Sherlock returned the kiss then pulled back long enough to relieve her of her jumper and bra. Molly helped him out of his suit jacket and shirt then kissed him again as she undid his belt. Apparently, she wasn't moving fast enough for him – he snapped his fingers and his trousers and boxers vanished, as well as her jeans and panties. His cock was fully erect and the sight was enough to make her weak-kneed.

"Convenient," she murmured, grinning.

"Impatient," he growled, his irises blazing red.

Molly knew those eyes would scare anyone else, but all she could feel was mounting desire for her fiancé. One of these days, I'm going to convince him to make love to me in full-on demon mode. She climbed onto the bed and got on her hands and knees, spreading her knees wide and gasping as the cool air hit her exposed sex.

She felt the bed dip as Sherlock kneeled behind her. One hand started to stroke her bum and the other moved between her legs. Molly jumped as his fingers stroked her swollen clit.

"Oh God…" she breathed.

"Close," he murmured. Two of his fingers slid into her opening. "You're so wet for me, Molly…"

"You're so sexy," she murmured, "sometimes all it takes is just hearing your voice and I'm wet."

"Mmm, for me, it's a certain look you get in your eyes and I'm hard as a rock." He moved his hand from her bum to her hip and started to thrust his fingers inside her slowly. "You're my weakness, Molly." His thumb brushed her clit.

Molly groaned, bowing her head. "And you're mine, Sherlock… God, please, fuck me…" She felt him remove his fingers and replace them with just the tip of his cock. Molly was done being teased. "Sherlock!"

Sherlock chuckled, the sound dancing across her nervous system just as it always had, then he slid into her fully. "God…" he groaned as he started to thrust slowly and deeply.

Molly clutched the sheet beneath her, moaning his name over and over as the pleasure steadily built inside her with every thrust. She was teetering on the edge when she felt Sherlock's fingers on her clit and the orgasm that hit her was so strong, she saw stars.

Sherlock continued to thrust into her until he reached his own climax, growling her name. He leaned over her, softly kissing her shoulder blades and the space between as his breathing and hers returned to normal. Once they had both calmed down, he slid out then laid beside her. Molly laid her head on his shoulder, one hand on his heart. Sherlock held her close.

"We did well today," he murmured.

She nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yes, we saved a wizard and took in an angel. Just a normal day for a pathologist and her incubus fiancé."

Sherlock chuckled. "Well, when you put it like that…"

Molly softly kissed his neck. "Goodnight, sexy."

"Goodnight, love." He kissed her hair and Molly drifted off.