A/N: Unfortunately not disgustingly long, I'm afraid, and I should also properly edit, but sod it. Good morning to you too.
Naked.
Her jaw dropped, like any jaw would drop at such a sight. There he strode in, no conscious effort to disguise himself from her eyes.
No sheet, not one piece of fabric covering a single part of his body.
She'd always thought if he'd dare to walk in, he'd at least be wearing something, anything, at least.
But apparently not!
No, clothes were apparently optional in 221B. Perhaps this was why she hadn't seen him hanging around in the flat, because he was secretly a nudist. Maybe that's why there existed rumours about him and John in the first place. Maybe Sherlock only ever put on clothes because he expected people, clients, for otherwise he'd wander about in the nude free wil – don't. It took her mere seconds to think all of these things, her mind racing, while she just gawked, since what else could she do? She didn't know what to say, since what could she say?
'Fancy seeing you here. In the bathroom. Naked.'
How many years hadn't she fantasized about seeing him like this, utterly undone and here he was, giving here a free show without shouldering a burden. Obviously he was confident striding in, standing in front of the mirror, his well-shaped bum facing her. Not that she hadn't seen everything else for that matter since it was difficult not to see what he was sporting. There were times and places, and bringing that in wasn't one of those, especially not in her company.
A grown man having an erection would know what to do with it, or did he just will it away? Maybe he was using her to will it away for that matter. But luckily he couldn't see anything to turn him off, only the peak of her breasts were visible above water, the rest was covered by large bubbles and foam.
Molly cleared her throat soundly.
Somehow he wasn't aware she was in there, but he only turned around at that, standing right in front of the bath tub looking idle.
No shame whatsoever.
There it all was, his broad shoulders, his sculpted chest riddled with sparse light hairs, the toned muscles at his abdomen and the trail of darker hair that started below his belly button.
All of this led to his glaringly obvious cock.
She was supposed to have a problem with this, in the name of pure normality she should technically be indignant, almost fuming at the fact that he'd take bloody liberties showing off his manhood like some prime gorilla, except she was oddly un-phased. Well, if she ignored her flushed cheeks, the goose bumps, or her nipples automatically hardening. It was all bodily functions after all, and she highly expected him to make the smarmy comment, pointing out her failures as a pathologist.
She was only supposed to have a bath. This wasn't what she'd expected when she'd planned the bath. Him donning his coat, asking her to join him for a case, throwing a towel into the tub seemed likely, but not naked – certainly not with a hard-on. It was really hard not to keep her eyes fixed on his cock, very difficult really to think about anything else. She was supposed to be offended, to be distraught, except she just ogled like an idiot.
"Umm…" she said looking up at him uneasily, for once actually looking at his face throughout the whole thing.
Sherlock not talking had put her on edge. He wasn't supposed to be quiet, as the man was barely built for silence.
Covering her hand over her face, despite having obviously been caught looking, Molly spoke in a muffled voice behind her hand, "What are you doing in here? Is it a case? Because, I'm a bit busy." Annoyed seemed an honestly good response, since he could hardly drag her out of the water, especially naked, like he was, without them slamming into each other – nakedly. Those images sprung up immediately, impossible not to, since she had more than her imagination to draw from for once.
Honestly why had he popped in naked? She'd heard he slept in the nude, but he really hadn't needed to give her proof. Now only air and water separated them, though somehow the fact that she was concealed made her feel better. Yet, where was the disarming comment, which would make her flush (not that she wasn't beetroot red at the moment anyway)? His silence was more lethal than anything else. Of course…no, don't. The forbidden thought, the one thing she really shouldn't be thinking of soaked was if his visit was really due to the proud member between his strong thighs. Sherlock had never seemed interested in that sort of thing, the sort of thing being sex, and she hardly expected him to reveal his lust for her starker's either. Shoving that thought away, she tried talking again, "Sherlock?" she said, but again it was just silence.
This was just odd.
No one just showed up naked, and if it was a mistake he'd had walked off long ago, instead of standing so perfectly still.
Carefully she peeked between her fingers, staring up at the man, wondering why on earth he wasn't coming with some slick comeback about her having a problem with his naked body, but no, he just looked docile.
Molly dropped her hand in astonishment, blinking up at him, trying to understand what on earth was going on, since he didn't look like himself.
His gaze was rather hooded, his eyes slowly opening and closing, looking rather unmoved, as he stood looking at her. Her dream scenarios never involved him being unaffected, though obviously he was being affected by something if his manhood was any sort of proof.
A giggle burst out of her mouth nervously, "Sherlock? Really, why are you here? Are you alright?"
He just stood there for an answer, while she began to frown, trying to understand the situation, until she stared long enough at his face (and other places) till it dawned upon her, "Are you – are you sleepwalking?" she said baffled, her eyebrows drawn together.
A lack of a reply established her theory, since she'd heard John mumble once about this, when the pair of them still lived together. From what she could recall it was certainly not the same scenario, since Sherlock had done at least some easy mundane tasks, but he was certainly not doing any now. Molly wondered if his previous drug use had anything to with it. She knew enough about the subject to know that children often endured it, and adults only during stress or alcohol. He hadn't seemed under pressure last she'd seen him, stating that his recent case had been a six at best, but obviously something was bothering him.
Maybe his…
Her eyes automatically flitted downward, before they rose up again, and she stared at him in disbelief. This wasn't something she had the right to sort out really, she'd hardly ever heard of grown ups who'd start sleepwalking because they were having a wet dream. Neither of those things sounded like something Sherlock would do, but evidently he did. And his sleep riddled mind guided him into the place she was in, "Umm," she began, swallowing her words, as she tried to find a solution to both their problems.
Sleepwalking could last from thirty seconds, to a half hour. The fact that he'd made his way to the bathroom proved that it was certainly more than thirty, but waking him might be a painful process for him, "Sherlock? Sherlock?" she said, wondering if she was wrong. Molly was disturbed when she saw a smirk appear on his lips and she blushed, but he still didn't react like he'd do regularly. Or so she hoped, if it wasn't all some clever ruse, for some absolutely insane reason. Maybe this was a flat-mate test?
Let's be naked and see what she'll do?
Snorting, she tried to calm herself.
What do I do? The question repeated itself in her head, while she relaxed slightly knowing he wasn't fully himself, despite the fact that it made her feel nervous. He could be seconds away from acting out or maybe even walking out on the street. That was hardly something she could let him do, since she knew the press would have a field day with the consulting detective's apparel.
"Okay," she said sighing loudly, trying to sort out her thoughts, while he just stood there. Somehow she hoped that his clothes would just magically appear or that she was having a dream induced by all of the damp in the room.
"Right…" she said out loud, to herself and him, "Maybe I'll get out and try to get you to bed, then? Sounds all right?" If it wasn't, he didn't argue, which was a blessed relief, since she'd rather not have him start swinging his arms at her. Sleepwalkers could act out, at least from what she recalled, and she'd rather not have a naked fight with a man who obviously was much larger than her (in several ways).
"I should get up, then," she said taking a deep breath, steeling herself, except her bravery shrunk in the bath, "I really hope you don't chose to wake up now, because that would be…awkward." More than awkward, she thought, especially with the impressive erection he was sporting.
"Okay, okay, I'll get up," she said nodding her head, before she raised herself up, grabbing the nearest towel she'd let rest on the edge of the tub. Wrapping it around herself quickly, she stepped out, avoiding his gaze, even if it was rather vacant.
He wouldn't remember this moment, but she certainly would. They didn't need to add more nudity into the equation, "I'll – umm – go get dressed – before I help you to bed," she said softly, trying not to jerk him out of his sleep.
When she'd began walking out, shivering at the cold, despite her fluffy towel – she heard footsteps padding behind her, and was taken aback to see him follow her into the kitchen. It was a miracle he hadn't stumbled into anything, in his state he was more likely to harm himself, since there were plenty of sharp edges about, and she really didn't want him to be damaged in a way that would make his mum pester her about him not having children. Mrs Holmes, despite her sweetness did have the sharp-eyed look of both her sons, and would most likely prove a formidable foe if she ever felt like it.
Molly stood still in the kitchen, biting at her lip, while she realized that she'd have to walk to his bedroom instead.
"Right – this is – oh so stupid," she said brightly, giving into laughter, as she knew she'd have to touch him, or manhandle him.
It wasn't manhandling exactly, the idea of innocently taking hold of his arm, but if he woke up – it would be misinterpreted, probably.
Taking hold of his muscular arm, she coughed, before she started to pull at it, intending to guide him towards his bedroom, except he wouldn't budge, "Oh bloody – okay – relax – it'll be fine Molly-," she said, brilliant she was talking to herself.
He was maybe present, but he wasn't listening.
"Okay, then, right-," she said letting go of his arm.
Maybe if she ran off it would make it harder for him to follow her, and even so, him following her now, didn't mean that he'd follow her the entire way anyway. It was just a fluke, nothing more, except the second she thought of darting off, his arm grabbed hers. Gasping, she stared at his arm holding hers rather firmly, "Oh God," she moaned, "This is just getting worse."
It would be rather helpful if he chose to wake up, since at least she could explain the situation to him, since she knew he'd not read into it too much anyway. He'd probably brush it off like an every day occurrence, "Okay, I've got to get loose then…right," she said nodding, as she tried to wrench her arm out of his grip.
She got loose to her amazement; unfortunately her happiness didn't last very long. for a puddle had taken place on the floor. This very puddle caused her to slip, loosing her footing entirely, while he tried to grab hold of her once more. In one great fall she managed to pull him along with her, until they both landed with a loud thud on the floor, with him right on top of her. Amidst all of this mayhem her towel had managed to slip, leaving her naked and him, still naked for that matter. Molly gasped, air suddenly knocked out of her, as she was pressed against the floor by his body. When she thought it couldn't get any worse, as pain kept her locked in place – his eyes began to blink awake.
"Oh my God," she said in a strained voice.
Apparently worse was not good enough, since she heard the familiar voice of Mrs Hudson call out, "Molly, dear. Are you up? I heard some noise."