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This chapter takes place after chapter 24, when Molly arrives at 221B.

Oh yes, I don't own Sherlock. That's all ACD, BBC, and M&G. Lol.

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Chapter Three:

Molly stepped quietly up the stairs of 221B. She toed off her shoes at the door, and shrugged off her bag, and set it by the coat rack. She looked around, and finally saw a dim light coming from under the door of the bathroom. She smiled as she crept toward it, trying to be as quiet as possible. She heard the water from the shower running, and could hear Sherlock thinking out loud to himself. She opened the door and closed it quietly behind her. She had thought she was successful in sneaking in, until he spoke from behind the curtain.

''Come to join me, Miss Hooper?" His voice was low and lined with humor. Molly giggled a bit and he peeked out from the curtain. He smiled at the sight of her. Her hair was pulled into a loose bun. She wore a Kelley green, cap sleeved top with brown, cut off leggings. She smiled brightly at him, seeing his curls sopping from the shower. Molly tilted her head, considering the option.

''Hm, well that depends. Would you like me to join you? You did say you needed me for something.'' She said, acting coy. He smirked a bit.

''Molly, I always need you, for several reasons. However, you are correct in assuming this is what I had in mind when I sent you that text.'' His eyebrow arched playfully as she smiled at him. Without saying a word, she began to strip out of her pants. They pooled by her feet, and Sherlock gazed wantonly at her thin, structured legs. She bit her lip seductively as she pulled the shirt above her head, before dropping it to the floor. She now stood in her bra and underwear. Sherlock's eyes drank in the gentle curves of her hips. The back, pinstriped garment hugging her just so. He then looked at her chest, seeing that the brassiere she wore matched her bottom half. It was lined with white lace just under the cups, laying gently on her skin. Her slender fingers reached back and slowly undid each clasp. She pulled the material from herself, exposing her pale breasts. Sherlock visibly shivered, his blood racing through him, and Molly saw. She brushed her hands along her hips, and pushed down the dainty fabric. The underwear met the pants on the floor, as she stepped out of them. Sherlock opened the curtain a ways, and offered her a wet hand. She took it and gracefully entered the tub. Molly couldn't help but let out a slight approving moan upon seeing his glistening, naked form under the spray of mist. He chuckled darkly.

He pulled her close to him by her hand. Molly gasped as her warm skin hit his damp body. Sherlock reached behind her, pulling her hair out of its rubber tie. It fell over her neck and down her back. Before she knew what was happening, Sherlock was kissing her. She moaned loudly as he sucked on her lower lip. His tongue slipped into her mouth as he deepened the kiss. Molly found herself being quickly aroused by his actions. He grabbed her by the wrists, and took her pulse as he spun her carefully around to face the cool tile of the wall. Molly felt him push flush against her, her breasts smashing into the wet tiles. From this angle, the water sprayed both of them, and soon enough, Molly's body was covered in the small droplets. Sherlock kissed down her spine, and back up. Her hands were still entwined in his long fingers, and she shuddered as he whispered behind her.

''I missed you. My mind was stagnant. I will have to relearn your body.'' He murmured between kisses. She could feel his length harden against her backside, and she unconsciously ground into it.

''Oh, we're a bit ambitious, aren't we?'' He teased in her other ear. Molly could only nod her head. She quickly turned into a puddle of sexual ooze when he spoke to her like this, and was unable to form a declarative sentence amidst her clouded thoughts of ecstasy. Sherlock smiled wickedly, knowing the effect he had on his beautiful lover. He slipped a hand down her waist, along her bum, and stopped just between her legs. He flicked a teasing finger across her bundle of nerves. Molly whimpered, arching her back into a deep curve. He repeated the action, causing another deep seeded moan to escape her. After a few more light caresses, Molly was begging for him.

''Oh God, Sherlock. Please, mmm-please.'' She sighed, before taking in a sharp breath. He smirked, and found that he liked evoking such noises from her.

'' 'Please' what?" Another quick touch. Another moan of pleasure.

''Please stop...mmmm... teasing me. I want... I want you.'' Molly felt herself convulsing already, on the border of a wonderful orgasm. She could barely hear him chuckle, and then she felt him push into her from behind. He growled in arousal as he pushed into her wet center. The slow thrust had already pushed Molly over her edge. She trembled against him, as he slowly pulled out. She cooed with bliss as he entered her again, sending an aftershock through her.

Sherlock suddenly took off. His animalistic groans echoed off the walls of the shower, as he thrust rapidly in and out of her. Molly cried out as she was shoved over wave after wave of pleasure. Her body violently jolted as he took her, and her eyes involuntarily rolled back in her head. Sherlock soon hit his peak and spilled inside of her, calling out her name. Molly's breathing was beyond shaky. The unsteady sips that she could manage somehow continued to send tiny orgasms rippling through her. She soon felt him cradling her in his long arms, holding her under the warm water. Her breathing finally evened out, and she felt more relaxed than she had in ages. Sherlock turned the water off, noting the fact that Molly was nearly asleep in his arms. He pulled open the curtain, and grabbed a towel. After toweling himself off, he wrapped it around her body, and carried her to his bedroom. He shut the door quietly behind him, and laid her on the mattress. Molly hummed in approval, before snuggling into the warm sheets. Sherlock climbed in next to her, and turned off the lamp by his bed. Through the darkness, he could hear her let out a small giggle.

''What?" He asked curiously. She rolled over to face him, before sliding a hand down his chest.

''I was just thinking. If that's the welcome home I get every time I go on a trip, I shall have to go away a lot more.'' She giggled again. Sherlock smirked in the dark, before placing a kiss on her head. The two drifted off to sleep, holding each other close.

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Well, welcome home Molly! Hope you liked this chapter! I'll see you tomorrow! Love you all very much, hope you'll leave a review! Ta!