**Sorry I faded to black but I prefer to write this way as I am not comfortable with sex scenes yet and my friends are reviewing it anyway.**
Waking up with Sherlock Holmes' arm draped across your torso was something Molly never expected to happen to her. She stared up at his face; the dust swirling around the room and his face. Whilst sleeping Sherlock looked so vulnerable, she went to stroke his forehead but then thought better and snuggled closer instead. He stirred slightly and let a small sigh out, as if he was contempt getting out of bed. She continued to stare at him for a while, the light shining upon his face, "Stop" he mumbled. "Sorry" she squeaked. He was quick to leave the bed after that and he went straight to the living room. Molly sighed and slumped back into the bed sheets. I guess that Sherlock is gone now, she thought to herself.
When she heard the door of the flat slam she got out of bed. She walked to the small kitchen and stared at the experiment left on the table, eyeballs in different bowls with acids poured over them. Does he know you're supposed to use those sorts of bowls for eating? She asked herself. Molly continued to look around the flat, quickly glancing at case papers once in a while. It took her a while to find the note he had left for her, "Stay at the flat if you wish or go to work, whatever pleases you. SH". She stared at the note, Sherlock was back to being well…Sherlock. She didn't want to out stay her welcome so Molly decided to go back to Barts. She had to work on a few autopsies that she was behind on and she really needed something to distract herself from the flashbacks of last night.
It was 9:45pm and Molly was dissecting a heart. She began to write her notes on the patient's heart, Patient: Michael Wright. Age: 78. Cause of death: Heart Attack. Autopsy signs: Grade III Heart attack- Thickening of vessel wall (50%). Cause: Unbalanced diet. Fatty deposits in the heart. Suddenly Molly's phoned beeped. "I'm at 22lB, Come if convenient, SH." Molly presumed Sherlock had text her by mistake and so she ignored the text. Ten minutes later her phoned beeped again, "Yes Molly Hooper, I meant to send the text to you. Come if convenient, If not come anyway, SH." She began to text back, "Why do you want me to come to 221B? MH." She placed her phone down near her paperwork but within seconds she was picking it up again, "Because I would like to see you again. SH". Should I go home first? I'm not presentable for him, Molly questioned herself. "Please give me half an hour? MH". She wrote a list of what she needed to do: Go home, shower, and pick something nice to wear, put make-up on and pack up a handbag of provisions. Just after she had finished writing the list her phoned beeped, "Fine, but hurry. SH.". Molly left Barts as quick as possible and called the first taxi she saw.
Molly arrived at her flat and paid the taxi driver as quick as she could. She left the taxi and practically ran up to her flat. Molly took her shoes and coat off whilst walking through her hallway towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom she turned the shower on and put a shower cap on, she saw no reason to wash her hair as she always had it up at work. She showered as quickly as possible and put her favourite bathrobe on once finished. Checking the time on her phone Molly began to rush around her bedroom, throwing clothes out of her wardrobe and emptying her make up bag onto the bed. She remembered the black dress she had wore for the Christmas celebration with everyone. It hadn't caught Sherlock's attention at the time but maybe now it would…
Molly managed to get to 221B Baker Street just in time. She text Sherlock, "I'm here. I'll be up any minute." She opened the door too 221B and walked up the stairs. Everything she felt last night came rushing back. She knocked on the door to Sherlock's flat and he opened it straight away. He smiled down at her and pulled her into the flat by her waist. He spoke in his deep voice, the one he used when he wanted something from the lab, "Take a look at the table". She turned around to see an assortment of foods on the table, she giggled slightly. "What is so funny?" He asked her. "Are all those foods aphrodisiacs Sherlock Holmes?" He chuckled, she'd never heard him "chuckle" before and it's was quite surprising. "Maybe" He answered, winking at her. He grabbed her hand and led her to the table, "Sit" He order. Even whilst demanding his voice was seductive. Molly looked at the table, she noticed bowls of chocolate, strawberries, bananas, almonds, honey, watermelon slices and vanilla ice-cream. A bottle of wine and two glasses where also upon the table. Sherlock opened the bottle of wine and poured two glasses. He placed one glass in front of Molly. She took a few sips before deciding what foods to eat.
An hour later, and with the consumption of a lot of aphrodisiacs, Molly and Sherlock where making there way to the bedroom…again.
