Chapter 3

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Here's my take on the 'we're having a lot of sex' scene, hope you like it.

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It had been a while since Molly had spent any serious time with Sherlock.

John's wedding to Mary was coming up and Molly was very conscious that she hadn't set a date or done any kind of preparation for her own wedding to Tom. He'd asked her more than once when they should get married, suggesting dates himself, but she'd said she didn't want to rain on John and Mary's day by setting her own date yet. It was a feeble excuse and she knew it. Deep down she was ignoring why she didn't want to set a date, and there was only one reason...Sherlock.

The last time she'd seen him was when he swung into the morgue, John in tow, demanding to see the body of Mr Alexander, a 45 year old Accountant who had been found murdered in a locked office at work. Once again Sherlock had the case worked out within a few hours much to the relief of Lestrade. He'd just tilted his head and said 'Molly' as he left the room and her heart had sunk as he went.

It was as though they were falling back into their old patterns of communication, the ones before the 'fall'. She missed him, but with Tom in her life she didn't know how she could change that. She wanted to be close to Sherlock again, like they had been when they'd been living together at the cottage but it wouldn't be fair to Tom. It was like a puzzle she couldn't solve. She'd been so convinced that Sherlock had feelings for her, he'd even kissed her that first day he'd been back, but then nothing. She knew she wasn't being reasonable, she was the one who was engaged, not Sherlock, maybe she had just been hoping he would do something, say something to show he cared enough to fight for her.

It was as she was musing this over that Sherlock arrived in the lab carrying a folder under his arm.

'Ah, Molly, you're looking well. How's...' Sherlock looked confused for a moment, a slight grimace on his face, '...Tom?'

'Still not a sociopath,' Molly joked back, 'we're having quite a lot of sex.'

As Molly said the words she wondered where on earth they came from. It was not anything that she had planned to say. She felt a deep blush on her cheeks and saw Sherlock's utter confusion at the statement. Was that why she'd said it, she wondered. To get a reaction from him, see what he would do. It wasn't even that true. Yes they had had a lot of sex in the early days but it had dwindled down recently since Sherlock came back said a small voice at the back of her mind.

Turned out that Sherlock was planning John's Stag Night and was keen not to get too drunk. Molly giggled and remarked, 'urinating in wardrobes bad', to his 'light headed good'.

She couldn't help reminding him as they worked on the calculations about the night he got drunk at Gordon's before throwing up.

Sherlock just looked at her before laughing himself, a deep low chuckle that seemed to roll through Molly's entire body. 'Yes, exactly, I don't want to be throwing up at anyone's feet this time round'.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock had been doing so well recently. He had sealed up Molly's room within his mind palace for the time being, biding his time, hoping, knowing that Molly would come to her senses about this inferior substitute that she insisted on being with.

He hadn't reacted initially when she'd told him that her and Dim were having a lot of sex but as they worked together in the lab the statement kept echoing around in his mind. He knew she wasn't being entirely truthful, he'd seen the small signs that told him she was lying, but why was she lying? Why had she said it? He also didn't like the images that came unbidden into his mind of Molly calling out Tom's name and not his own.

He tried to get his thoughts under control, tried to concentrate on the calculations that Molly was working through but it was no good. As she turned away from him to go and get them both coffee he found himself on his feet, striding after her before spinning her round and pushing her against the edge of the lab desk.

He put his hands either side of her and leant over her, glowering down into her shocked eyes. He heard her breath hitch, saw her pupils dilate and knew if he pressed his fingers to her pulse her heart would be racing. Slowly, ever so slowly, giving her time to push him away, prove that she didn't want him, he lowered his lips towards hers.

His head was swimming with all the emotion he was feeling, all those months that he'd kept everything locked away starting to seep out and spill into his very soul.

Just before their mouths touched he saw her eyes close, her lips opening slightly for him. He kissed her and felt the shock crackle through his system. He wanted this, wanted her. He was no longer content to be alone, isolated like Mycroft was.

He groaned and the kiss deepened. He gripped the desk harder, determined to control this, to not lose himself in her just yet. He was old fashioned enough to want her to be his, to not be tied to some other fool. He felt her push herself against him, her hands sliding from his chest under his jacket and round to his back and he felt his body reacting, felt himself getting hard for her. He needed to end this before it went too far.

He pulled back, trying to control his breathing as he looked into Molly's eyes, 'just remember, next time you're having lots of sex with that idiot, that we both know it'll be me you're thinking about!'

With that he swung round grabbed his coat and folder and stalked out of the room.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly's legs felt weak, she half fell onto a nearby stool as she tried to gather her thoughts and understand what had just taken place.

It had all happened so fast, one minute she was thinking about maths and coffee, the next Sherlock had her pinned against the desk and she couldn't think, couldn't breath. He was all around her, his scent, the feel of him, his eyes had her locked in place like a deer caught in the headlights. She'd never seen him so sexually dominant before and she had never been more turned on in her life.

She lifted her hand and watched the tremors that were still running though her and knew he was right. How was she ever going to be able to sleep with Tom again and not think of Sherlock? It was at that moment that she knew the relationship with Tom was dead, but she also knew she couldn't end it just yet. Tom was away on business and wasn't coming home next week just in time for the wedding, all the plans were in place, outfits and present bought.

I'll wait until after the wedding Molly thought to herself, nodding. She felt a pang of guilt and a pit of nerves starting in her stomach at what she was going to do but she couldn't continue with this farce of an engagement any longer, it wasn't fair to either Tom, Sherlock or herself.

So Molly's made her decision. Let me know what you thought, is she doing the right thing? Did you believe Sherlock's reaction?

Next chapter, the wedding! Until then Adieu.