Chapter 2

Molly stared at her ceiling. Sherlock, her Sherlock, was sleeping in the next room. She was never going to be able to sleep with him in her flat. Toby jumped off her bed and she watched as he went to the door and left her alone with her thoughts. A moment later she heard a startled noise come from the living room. She got up and went to the door. As she opened it and went to step out, her body collided with Sherlock's. He didn't look happy.

"I'm sleeping in here and that creature can have my bed, since he wants it so bloody badly." And with that, Sherlock strode over to Molly's bed and climbed in. Molly was left standing there staring incredulously at him.

"Close the door, I don't want him jumping on me in my sleep," Sherlock rolled over.

Molly closed the door but continued to stand there staring at her bed. Was she supposed to sleep there as well, or was she meant to go to the couch with Toby?

Sherlock looked up. "You coming to bed or are you just going to stand there all night?" Sherlock sounded almost irritated.

Molly slowly walked over and climbed into her bed, on the opposite side than she normally slept on. Not only was Sherlock in her bed, he was sleeping in her spot. She lay there quietly, while her mind raced. She couldn't sleep like this. Just when she decided to get up and sleep on the couch, Sherlock rolled over and wrapped his arms around her. Molly went rigid. Her breathing hitched and her heart began to race.

Was this really happening? Was Sherlock Holmes really in her bed with his arms wrapped around her, Molly Hooper? She had to be dreaming. That was the only thing that made any sense. She carefully pinched herself.

"Molly, stop thinking and sleep." His deep voice reverberated in her ear.

"I… I… I'm just confused," Molly squeaked.

Sherlock sighed into her hair and released her. He propped himself up on his elbow and stared down at her. She looked up and watched his eyes darken as he sought for words.

"Molly," He shook his head slightly, "I don't think like normal people. To me, this is… well, comfortable. It means nothing, I just want to be comfortable after today's events. Do you want me to leave or can we just sleep in comfort?" It felt like he could see through her, into her very soul.

"So you want to use me for comfort and leave me in the morning?" she looked away. "You really don't care about anyone else do you? John, Mrs. Hudson and Lestrade are the ONLY people besides yourself who matter to you. You just needed me to help you and give you a place to stay tonight. And you don't like my cat so you took my bed." She paused, and straightened herself and went to get out of the bed. "I'll take the couch. See you in the morning."

Sherlock reached out and grabbed her arm. "Molly, wait," he hesitated, "please?" He ground out the last word. Molly turned to look at him and mentally kicked herself. How could she say no to him? She sat on the edge of the bed and stared at her hands in her lap. Sherlock gently pulled on her arm, making her lie down again. He kept himself propped up over her and leaned down and kissed her.

Her head was swimming, she felt like she was going to die from pure pleasure. Her hands went up to his tangle in his hair. He kissed her gently for several seconds before abruptly ending it and staring at her dazedly.

What had he been thinking? That was clearly the wrong way to make her feel better about his presence. It worked for her but it also worked too well for him. He was supposed to be distancing himself from her as to make his departure easier on everyone, not snogging her in her own bed.

Her fingers were still wound into his hair and she was looking at him warily but expectantly.

"Sherlock?" She sounded breathy and nervous. Was he changing his mind?

He sat there for a few moments before kissing her again. Deeper this time. He moved to where he was laying on top of her. She moaned into his mouth and tightened her grip on his head. Her head was spinning out of control. She wrapped her legs around his and leaned up into his body. She was rewarded with the pressure of his increasing desire. He ground his hips down into hers and she moaned louder. He moved his lips from her mouth to her neck. She rocked into him and clawed at his back. She reached down and put her hands under his shirt and gripped the bare skin of his sides. He moaned softly and pulled at her nightgown, lowering her straps down her arms, baring her breasts to him. He claimed one immediately with his mouth and toyed with her aching nipple while he palmed the other. The sounds she was making along with her scattered breathing were music to his ears.

He pulled away after a minute and fully removed her nightgown and her panties. She blushed deeply and used her hands to try to cover herself as he stared. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from her body above her head so that he could continue to memorize every inch of her body. She struggled slightly and whimpered softly. Sherlock leaned down and kissed her again and let go of her hands. They were instantly pulling at his clothes. He leaned off her again and pulled his shirt over his head. Molly rolled him over onto his back and yanked his pants off and tossed them behind her. Slowly she slid up his body, feeling more confident now that he was as naked as she. She kissed his mouth briefly then started kissing a trail from his jaw, down his chest and stomach, to his groin. He moaned and his hips involuntarily jerked upwards. She smiled and looked up to see his face as she took him into her mouth. He stopped breathing. His mind was so overwhelmed, too many new sensations. The feel of her naked skin on his, her soft body brushing against him, her kissing down his body, the wet hotness of her mouth surrounding him. In his entire life he had never felt anything like it. It was pure sensation. Even in the pleasure haze, he noticed her hesitancy in what she was doing. Realizing that she was not entirely comfortable, he reluctantly reached down and lifted her up so she was laying on his stomach. She looked at him, confused.

"Was it… bad?" She whispered.

"No." he cleared his throat. "No, Molly. It wasn't bad. It was… nice?" He cocked his head as he thought about what he'd said. "I have nothing to compare it to."

She still looked slightly deflated, so he kissed her again and rolled so she was under him.

Molly sighed and let the sensations and emotions take control of her body.