I DON'T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY.

Chapter Two: Pick pocket

"You…"

"You what?" Smirked Sherlock from across the room. He was perched coolly on one of the work stools in the corner of the locker room. He was tossing Molly's keys up in the air and catching them like some Chicago gangster from the nineteen-twenties would flip and toss a dime. It was utterly adorable or at least it would have been if Molly wasn't so royally pissed off with him.

"Bastard."

"Oh charming." He chuckled.

"Give my keys Sherlock." She marched over and tried to grab the out of his hand, but he only tightened his grip.

"No." He smirked.

"Give…me…the…keys…Sherlock." She continued to try and grab them. Even when he held his arm over his head.

"No."

"Sherlock, please."

"Tell me you missed me and their all yours." His eyes sparkled with mischief. And Molly bit her lip. The last time she saw that look was just after he had come to thank her for her help in his death. He had come in and thanked her in his usual clinical way. But just before he left he had taken her by her hands and laid a kiss on her sweet lips. It had passion behind it but to this day she didn't know what the motive behind that passion? Love or a goodbye? But now that look was there again.

She sighed. "Sherlock oh cause I missed you. Now. Give. Me. My. Keys." Molly stretched out her hand again she was almost touching his. Her breasts where level with is unusual blue eyes. She pulled back quickly however when she felt his free hand rest on her lower back. Molly was stood between his legs that were rested on the stool's footrest. "Wh-what are you doing?"

Sherlock slipped the keys into his trouser pocket. "What's in your locker?"

"My hand bag and my coat. Why?"

"You have your phone in your pocket?"

"Yes."

"Then…you don't need your keys or your phone." He held out his hand and without thinking she gave him the rectangle shaped phone into the palm of his hand. Which he placed on top of a locker to his left.

"How's John?" Asked Molly as she watched him stand.

"I wouldn't know." Was his reply. "I haven't seen him yet."

"What? You came to see me first?" She couldn't believe it. Why would he come and she her first? She was nothing.

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?"

"Sorry?"

Holmes began to lean down. She was expecting a kiss on the cheek, but what came next sent shivers across her whole body. Sherlock Holmes the man she had loved for a long, long time was kissing her. Gently nipping her bottom lip. She gasped as she felt his hands rest on her hips. Molly deepened the kiss. She thrust her hands in his hair as he slammed them against the nearest locker. Within minutes she was clawing at his back as he pounded into her. Molly felt the pain in her back as she slid against the locker with the pace that he set for them, but she didn't care as the shire pleasure of the feel of having Sherlock Holmes inside her was pure bliss.

Sherlock sucked at her neck leaving little red marks all over her. Molly wanted to cry with happiness at things he was doing to her. The way he would take her right to the edge and then take her by the hips and the pull away until he was almost all the way out of her before trusting into her hard once again.

He could feel her inner muscles begin to tighten. And as quickly as he could, without leaving her, he moved her to the table in the centre of the room. He pushed everything off and laid her back. Been able to see her like this was perfect. Her hair was almost fully out of its neat ponytail, her skin was blushed all over in a beautiful shade of pink.

They both came within minutes of each other, Molly was first. She came screaming his name and he came shortly after with a deep guttural moan. Both tried to catch their breath as they heard Molly's phone begin to vibrate and play out blurred lines. It was her fiancée. Sherlock removed himself from her slowly, kissing her lips down her throat and over her breasts. He held out his hands and helped her to sit up.

"I-I should get that." She didn't look him in the eyes. What had she down? She had risked it all, her happiness with a kind man that loved her. She risked it all on a quickie with Sherlock Holmes in St Bart's' locker-room.

"Hey, Mols. I texted you four times with no answer. I just wanted to check that you are okay."

"I'm sorry sweetie I've been run of my feet."

"You sound out of breath?"

'Oh shit!' Molly looked towards Sherlock who was buckling his belt. He shrugged his shoulders in response to her unspoken question. "Oh yeah I've just run from down the hall. I heard you calling me." She pulled a face and shut her eyes tight hoping he would believe her. He laughed and told her she was a sweetheart. And Molly pulled the phone away from her ear and sighed with relief before bring it back.

Sherlock was now fully dressed. He came up behind her and through his arms around her waist and rested his chin in the nook of her neck. He began to kiss and nip at her. Molly looked into the mirror in front of her. They looked perfect. The tall handsome Detective in the overly tight shirts and her, Molly Hooper. It was the most unlikely thing but it had happened and it felt good. It felt fucking fantastic.

"Molly you still there?"

"Oh yeah I'm still here, sorry. It's just I have a load of cover work to do for Dave so it looks like will be an 'all-nighter'." Molly winked at Holmes in the mirror who laughed into her still naked form. She could her Tom sigh at the other end of the phone. "I did worn you that this will happen from time to time."

"You're too soft Molly."

"I know. I'll see you when you get home tomorrow." She ended the call and turned in Sherlock's arms.

"An 'all-nighter'?" Asked Holmes with a mischievous smirk.

"If you can handle that Mr Holmes?"

"What a wanton creature you are Miss Hooper." He said between not so sweet and tender kisses. Molly was going to enjoy this. She was really going to enjoy this and she would deal with Tom later.