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Chapter 2

Molly came too slowly feeling the reassuringly repetitive clatter of train wheels on rails and hearing John reciting a story to his young daughter...a little girl who was the nearest thing that Molly suspected she would have to a child of her own.

She took a deep breath and flexed her hand and then she felt confusion as she wondered what exactly her hand and for that matter her head was on. It felt decidedly human and now she came to think of it there was a hand casually resting on her waist.

She opened her eyes to a white shirt and saw her hand was placed low on someone's stomach. Sub-consciously she knew exactly who it must be but it was almost as though it was too much for her mind to take in and so for a minute she stayed where she was, blinking repeatedly and listening to the steady thump of his heart in his chest.

He was warm and comfortable and she could smell his cologne. His stomach muscles were only separated from her hand by a thin piece of material and she had to actively stop herself from moving it in any way. There was no one else that it could be...no other explanation. She had fallen asleep on Sherlock Holmes...the man she had been in unrequited love with for five years.

Her face flared with embarrassment and she knew she couldn't stave off the inevitable. Thankfully just as she started to sit up and push away from him (God his muscles felt hard under her hand) the train pulled into what was apparently their station and in the rush to collect their belongings and help John with Rosie there was no need for her to say anything or to apologise.

Sherlock took control when it came to getting them a cab, it seemed to be his super power, and Molly was quite glad of it. The sun seemed brighter down here in Devon and she rooted around in her handbag until she found her sunglasses, letting the guys fuss around with the bags whilst she settled Rosie in the taxi's car seat.

The journey didn't take long and she looked out of the window smiling every time she caught a glimpse of the sea. It looked so blue and the sunlight seemed to sparkle off it. It was making her wonder why she had left it so long to have a break. John had been right she needed this; they all needed it.

Finally the cab pulled up in front of an old, detached, Victorian-era house surrounded by bright, flowering rhododendron bushes. The frontage seemed a bit unkept and overgrown but Sherlock had explained that the place wasn't used that often and whilst they paid a housekeeper and caretaker to keep an eye on the place and air it before some of the family arrived they didn't live in, it was all just done on a part time basis.

When Sherlock opened the front door they entered a wide corridor with a staircase to the top floor ahead of them and a bedroom leading off to the left.

'That's probably going to be the best room for you and Rosie, John. It has enough room for the cot as well as an en suite bathroom.'

'OK, sounds good to me.'

John shuffled past them and dumped his and Rosie's bags on the bed before taking Rosie from Molly's arms. Sherlock had apparently ordered in a cot and it was already set up in the corner of the room.

Molly left her own bag at the bottom of the stairs more interested in seeing the living quarters than the sleeping accommodation and Sherlock did the same before following her down the corridor.

There was a small living room behind John's bedroom with settees and a TV all very cosy but the room which took her breath away was the next one and it was one she had totally not been expecting from the front of the house.

It was a large open plan kitchen, diner and living area and the whole of the back wall was glass giving her a view over the bay and down to the sea. It was modern and bright and spectacular.

'Oh wow, look at this place. It's amazing.'

Sherlock didn't say anything in return as Molly wandered over to the windows. Instead he went and started to fill up a kettle. He'd been complaining all the way down about the pitiful state of the train's coffee and she knew he wanted a properly made cup.

'The key to the door is here...catch.'

She turned as he threw them and was just grateful that she managed to catch them instead of looking like an idiot. It took her a moment to figure out the locking mechanism but when she did she realised that the windows moved in a concertina way so as to open completely if she wanted them to.

The heat from outdoors hit her immediately and she basked in it for a moment closing her eyes and lifting her face to the sun's rays.

Immediately before her was a terrace with some old cast iron patio furniture which had new cushions added to it to brighten it all up and make it more comfortable. There was a table and four chairs plus some low loungers for lying out.

'Coffee or wine Molly?'

She turned back to Sherlock smiling. 'Go on, wine for me seeing as I'm on holiday. I may as well enjoy being able to day drink.'

She walked out onto the terrace which was surrounded by grass and then flower borders and she was glad to see that there was a fence completely surrounding the space which would make it all quite safe for Rosie.

She kicked off her sandals and went to walk on the grass enjoying the simple pleasure of feeling the blades under her feet. This was perfect...absolute bliss.

As she wandered around she noticed a gate in the fence and beyond it some stone steps. Her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't help but go over to see where it all led. She could hear John joining Sherlock in the kitchen as she unlatched the gate and she couldn't help but let out a squeal as she saw what was at the bottom of the steps.

'Hey, guys there's a pool. Sherlock, why didn't you say there was a pool?'

She jumped a little when he replied from right behind her and she turned finding him stood holding her glass of wine out to her.

'Molly, there's a swimming pool. Happy now.'

She was half tempted to hug him she was that excited but instead she took her wine and without thinking she grabbed his hand and towed him along behind her as she made her way down the wide, easy steps.

She heard him chuckle as he followed her down. 'I never realised you'd be this excited about a pool Molly.'

He moved to one end of it and started to wind up the solar cover which was helping to heat the water and as soon as some of it was revealed Molly put down her glass and went and dipped her toe in. After the heat and grime of the journey the water felt so refreshing and she moaned out loud.

'Oh God that feels so good.'

She glanced over at Sherlock who seemed to be watching her and she immediately felt her face flare as she blushed.

'Can I go for a swim?'

He smiled and rolled his eyes. 'Of course you can, you don't need my permission. You might want a costume though I'm not sure John would cope with you skinny dipping.'

He'd finished winding up the cover by now and as he made his way over to her she lightly punched his arm. Then she watched as he bent down and wafted his hand through the water.

'You know, I might join you, it does feel good.'

Molly felt her heart skip a beat at the thought of seeing Sherlock half naked in his costume and even though she tried to dampen down her feelings they refused to be suppressed. As she followed him back to the house staring at his backside in a pair of fitted, expensive jeans she wondered just how she was going to make it through the whole holiday without embarrassing herself.

John declined their invite to join them as he'd just settled Rosie for a nap and wanted to sit on one of the loungers with a book so they left him to it as they gathered up their belongings and made their way upstairs.

There were three bedrooms and a shared bathroom upstairs and Sherlock gestured to the larger room at the back of the house.

'Go on, you take the master bedroom I know you'll appreciate the view more than I would. My parent's normally take that room. I'll sleep in Mycroft's room next door. The third is just a box room anyway, only a single in there.'

Molly thanked him and made her way into a bright and airy room that was dominated by two things; the king size bed and the view. It was the same as the room downstairs with floor to ceiling windows on one wall and French doors leading out onto a small balcony. She opened the doors to air the room and stood out on the balcony for a moment; shouting a quick hello to John down below who peered up and waved back.

She didn't spend any time unpacking but instead rooted around in her suitcase until she found one of her two bikini sets. She bit her lip nervously, she hadn't really considered wearing them in front of Sherlock, she still couldn't quite believe he'd joined them...it was very unlike him but she was happy all the same.

She was almost done, just tying up the halter when he knocked on her door.

'You decent?'

'Yes.'

He pushed the door open and leant on the door jam watching her and she couldn't help but notice that his eyes moved down her body and back up again.

'I...err...I got us both towels.'

He seemed nervous which was unlike him but she wasn't feeling overly confident herself and was quite happy to take the towel from him and use it to partially cover herself.

It wasn't helping that he looked damned hot in his long length swimmers. Her heart seemed to be beating ten to the dozen as she followed him down to the pool and it was only when she got there that she realised she'd forgotten her sun tan lotion. It didn't worry her too much though, it was warm but the worst sun of the day was over and she could sit in the shade once she'd finished swimming.

She took a sip of her wine which she'd left on a nearby table and watched as Sherlock made his way to the edge of the pool before diving in. His body cut through the water for a moment before he stood pushing back his wet hair and giving Molly a good eyeful of his hair free chest does he wax? The thought skittered through her mind for a moment but was pushed to one side when he quizzically asked her whether she was coming in or not.

She took a final swig of her drink, threw her towel of protection onto a chair and made her way to the other end of the pool where there were shallow steps into the water. She was conscious of Sherlock watching her and she tried not to hold her stomach in too obviously knowing he'd know what she was doing and not wanting him to embarrass her by commenting on it.

The water felt a little colder now than when she was just dipping her toe in it and she soon lost her embarrassment as she shrieked and giggled as each inch of skin was exposed to the coolness. A minute or so later though and she was completely in and swimming, trying to keep up with Sherlock who ploughed through the water as though he had been born in it.

At one point he swam under the water and pulled her under and she retaliated by splashing him when he next swam near her and by the time John came down to sit on one of the loungers they were laughing and splashing each other and generally not acting as they normally did...ever.

'Looks like you two are having fun. I'm not interrupting am I?'

Molly picked up on the jokey undertone and it appeared so did Sherlock as he broke off from their game and hauled himself out of the water. She tried not to get caught watching him as he brushed his hair back and walked over to the lounger by John but she knew she'd probably failed. He looked so hot though; all wet and dripping. She longed to let her hands trail over his body.

He turned and spoke to her before sitting down. 'Are you OK Molly? You seem distracted by something.'

Bastard...he'd caught her.

'No, just wondering what we should do for dinner that's all.'

She swam over to the steps and as she exited the pool she wished her towel was closer but she forced herself to walk to it at a normal pace and ignore the two sets of eyes watching her.

'Well I vote for take out. Not sure I'm in the mood for going out and I don't suppose anyone fancies cooking.' Sherlock used his towel to dry his hair a little and Molly couldn't help but smirk at how fluffy it ended up looking.

John didn't hold back and just outright pointed and laughed which made Sherlock huff and try to flatten it with his hands.

Molly wrapped her towel around her chest and made her way towards the steps. 'Take out it is then. I'm having a shower. I'll be back down in a bit...feel free to choose for me, I'm sure Sherlock can deduce what I like.'

And with that she left them.

Well, there had to be a pool didn't there...no fun otherwise, and I have to say I love Sherlock when he's dripping wet...that and his Lying Detective stubble look. How about you? What's your favourite Sherlock look?