Sherlock caught a cab rather quickly, let Molly in first, then slid in beside her and told the driver his address. He kept his hand on her upper leg the entire way. Molly either didn't want to, or couldn't seem to move very much. She clutched her purse tightly and kept her lips pursed together. Sherlock moved his hand up her leg a bit when they drew close to his flat and she made a small squeaking noise that made him grin.

They both got out and Sherlock unlocked the door, grabbing Molly's trembling hand and leading her up the stairs. He closed his flat's door behind them and suddenly turned and pushed Molly against it. He decided he couldn't waste a single second making small talk and listening to her making excuses. Molly's purse fell to the floor.

Sherlock leaned in and caught her in a deep, desperate kiss that she gladly returned. Her head felt as if it was full of fog, her knees grew weak, her hands somehow found themselves in Sherlock's hair, grasping it, attempting to pull him, if possible, even closer. Oh his lips were sweet from the red wine, he did indeed taste as good as he looked. After what seemed to be an eternity, they had to break apart for air. Their faces stayed close as they caught their breath.

"I often wondered what that felt like…now I see why people do it." Sherlock grinned. He then pulled back and took his coat off. Molly followed suite.

"You've had three glasses of wine; my bathroom is down the hall there. You may as well go into my bedroom when you're done. I'll be there waiting for you."

She stood glued to the spot, her heart racing at his words. Was she jumping into this too fast? Surely not she had been waiting for his attention for years…

But things are different now…you have a boyfriend…and a flat together.

"Something wrong?" Sherlock asked noticing her lack of movement.

"No…" She replied and quickly went towards the bathroom. But was there? Was this really what she should be doing? She was torn apart. She had loved Sherlock for…well as long as she had known him…but now that this was finally happening…she didn't know what to feel. She washed her hands and walked into Sherlock's bedroom with every intention of talking to him about these feelings.

But her breath caught in her chest yet again. There he was standing with his shirt off, his black pants hanging loosely off his lean frame. He turned towards her and smiled.

Oh dear god. What was she going to tell him again?

"I think you've over dressed," He said.

"I…I need to talk to you." She stuttered out. He walked over to her quickly lifted her dress up over her head and threw it aside. He then pressed himself against her and ran his fingers up her back.

"What is there to talk about?" He said in a very quiet voice. God why did he make her so weak? Her body absolutely screamed for her to shut up and let him touch her…

"It's just…I don't want to hurt…" Sherlock leaned down and gently began kissing her neck. Her eyes closed instinctively. She shuddered and drew in a desperate breath.

"Tom...I don't…want to hurt him." She finally spit out. Sherlock obviously hadn't heard a word she had said because he picked her up and gently threw her on his bed, climbing on top of her. She half-heartedly pushed at his chest, but he pinned her wrists down beside her head. She felt such pleasure from his smallest touches…pleasure only he could give her. She stared up at him, wondering what was running through his mind. He leaned in and attacked her neck again with his lips, her head rolled to the side.

"Sherlock we shouldn't-" But she made a small moan when his mouth found her cleavage. He practically tore the bra she was wearing off and continued like nothing had happened. Molly had goosebumps. How can someone who's never had sex make her feel this good? And know all the right places to touch and lick and kiss…

Molly tried to refrain from touching him, she was trying to talk her body out of this crazy deed she was about to do. But he worked his way down to her stomach and panty line and she found herself grasping at his hair yet again. Why does her body keep betraying her?!

Sherlock suddenly leaned up and gave her a sly grin.

"You're right. We should wait." He said and with that got up off of her. She laid there stunned for a moment.

"W-what?" She asked in a quiet voice. Sherlock was buttoning his shirt back up smiling some kind of devilish smile.

"We should wait. We've only just started this after all…" he said and picked up her dress throwing it to lay beside her on the bed. She got up and redressed rather quickly. She felt…unusual and a bit used…

"I…I guess I'll see you Monday at the lab then?" She said picking the contents of her purse up off the floor a few minutes later.

"Yes I supposed you will." He said. She gave an odd grin then quickly turned and left. Sherlock shut the door behind her. He laughed in spite of himself. This wasn't the right night to do this. Besides; Molly had to decide If this was what she really wanted or not. He just wanted to give her a taste. The thought of her not being able to stop thinking about him over the weekend while she was with Tom would give him pleasure enough for now. He knew she would eventually be putty in his hands…