Glad you all enjoyed the last chapter, something told me you would. A lot of you want to find out how Sherlock's feeling so shall we find out...

Chapter 3

Sherlock barely remembered how he made it to the outside of Molly's building and when he did he held his hand up and he could see that he was still shaking ever so slightly. He immediately reached into the pocket of his jacket for a cigarette and cursed loudly when he remembered he'd smoked the last one the day before.

He managed to hail a cab and before he'd even given his address he was asking if the cabbie had any cigarettes.

'Your in luck mate someone left half a packet in the cab earlier today. You can have 'em if you want.'

The guy reached into the glove box and then passed the packet through the hatch.'

'How much to let me smoke one now?'

'Aww I'm not supposed to guv, I can get in deep schtuck.'

Sherlock sensed the hesitation and knew from his cursory deduction of him that the chap needed the money. 'Tenner.'

There was a pause and then the cabbie countered with 'Twenty.'

'Deal, but I get to smoke more than one in that case. Take me to Baker St, 221.'

The cab set off and Sherlock gratefully lit the first cigarette before settling back in his seat and watching the London night life pass him by. When he'd made the decision to kiss Molly he hadn't expected it to feel quite the way it had. Kissing another person had never excited such...he fished about trying to find the right word but the only one he came up with made him feel deeply uncomfortable...feelings. He didn't like having feelings, even more so since all the events with his sister. When he'd analysed the events on that island the only conclusion he reached was that his emotions had weakened him but he didn't seem to have it in him anymore to keep them at bay. He just hadn't expected this exercise with Molly to be such a danger zone but it was more than apparent that it was.

What he couldn't understand was why he hadn't realised that sooner. Unlike everything else on that island and later at his old family home he hadn't analysed and dissected the phone call with Molly. Each time he'd thought about it his stomach clenched with remembered fear and he just hadn't wanted to relive it. Those moments where he'd thought Molly might die and more than that die because of him had easily been some of the worst in his life...second only to watching Mary's life slip away in John's arms. Maybe by refusing to think about it he'd missed some change in the way he viewed Molly.

He waved his hand in front of his face as if to brush away those thoughts. No, he thought of Molly as he always did...as a friend. That's all she was.

He ignored the nagging voice at the back of his mind that told him, in John's voice, that he was being an idiot. Instead he tried to concentrate on working out the chemical analyses that he'd suggested to her to support her paper.

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Molly barely slept a wink the night following Sherlock's visit. She kept relieving the way they'd kissed over and over in her mind. All the feelings for him that she tried to keep under control and well hidden felt as if they had been ripped out of the box where she'd kept them. She was as obsessed with him in that moment as if she was a girl revelling in her first crush. Every time she closed her eyes she could see him leaning towards her to kiss her; she could feel his lips at her throat, his tongue sliding over her skin; she could feel his hands on her body, his curls sliding through her fingers. And each time she'd let out a groan of frustration and her eyes would snap back open.

She started to think about whether she should cancel the weekend, to just go without him but then she felt churlish. He was doing all this for her...because she'd asked him to. And so it went on all night like an endless loop in her head, leaving her tired and exhausted in the morning.

It meant that when Sherlock and John turned up in the morgue the next day her defences were low and her reactions out of kilter.

She looked around when she heard the door open and she smiled when she saw the two of them entering and gave them a quick hello before turning back to organising her tools for the next autopsy. It was a murder victim just brought in and no doubt the reason why the two men where there.

She felt rather than heard Sherlock walking up behind her and she jumped with shock when his hands landed on her hips and he kissed the side of her neck.

'Come now Molly, is that all I get this morning?'

She turned slightly in his arms, frowning as she looked up at him but she did nothing to stop him kissing her. It wasn't as passionate as the night before but it was still a kiss that made her feel dizzy and it was only John swearing that pulled her back into reality.

Both she and Sherlock looked over at him, her in embarrassment and Sherlock with a definite smirk on his face.

'Problem John?'

John raised his eyebrows and looked askance. 'Problem? Yes, I have a problem. What exactly is going on here? Are you two together and if so how come I didn't know about it?'

Sherlock stepped away from Molly and circled back around the autopsy table starting to look at the body lying on it.

'Not together no. Just practising for the weekend. I'm going to be Molly's fake boyfriend.' He shot his friend a gleeful smile.

John still looked completely baffled and turned his head to Molly who gave him a more detailed explanation. She could tell he didn't seem completely happy but before he could say anything Lestrade arrived and they got on with the business of discussing the victim.

As autopsies went it was quite straight-forward, throat had been slit, which Molly, given her tired state, was quite grateful for and she spent the rest of the day in the lab writing up that and a couple of other autopsies. She didn't see Sherlock and John again.

The following day was Friday, the first day of the wedding weekend and Molly was relieved she had taken the day off work. She spent the morning lazily enjoying breakfast in bed with her cat,Toby, curled up at her side, followed by a long bath where she'd proceeded to de-fuzz her legs, under her arms and even trimming down there. She didn't do it with any expectations she just enjoyed pampering herself, it wasn't often that she had posh, social occasions to attend and she wanted to feel and look her best. It would be especially important if she was to have Sherlock on her arm, she didn't want to look too out of place with him.

By 3.00 she had handed over her spare keys to the neighbour so she could come in and feed Toby, packed her bags, triple checked her make up and she was watching out of the window for Sherlock's arrival.

She heard the car before she saw it. It had the perfect growl of an expensive sports car and as it pulled into view she suddenly remembered that she'd seen it before; parked up in front of John's therapist's house the day she'd turned up to find Sherlock almost dead from drug use. The memory sent an uncomfortable shudder down her spine. She never wanted to see him that bad again, she couldn't bear it if he became one of the drug death statistics...one of the dead addicts on her autopsy table.

She watched as he exited the car, buttoning up his suit jacket as he did and this time she bit her lip at just how hot he looked. He was perfect.

By the time he arrived at her flat she was all ready to go. She'd kept her travel outfit simple, just a simple summer dress but it was a good fit and Meena always said the neckline made her boobs look good.

Sherlock greeted her and kissed her on her cheek and this time it didn't feel awkward; then he carried her bags down to the car with her following.

'It's a good job you don't have much luggage as there isn't that much boot space. I should know...the last time I travelled in this car I was in it.'

Molly frowned. 'What? The boot?'

Sherlock popped it open and deposited her bags inside. 'Yes, Mrs Hudson can be a real bitch when she wants to be.'

Molly let out a half laugh, still a bit confused, but she thanked him when he opened her door and helped her in. It was a bit lower than she expected but very sleek and very comfortable.

As Sherlock got in and started her up again Molly couldn't help but smile in delight. 'So, you persuaded Mrs H then?'

'No, but you did. Like I say, she likes you.'

He set off with a roar and made quick work of the London streets which were thankfully low on traffic and then they headed out onto the M4 motorway towards the Cotswolds where the wedding was taking place.

As they went there was no shortage of conversation with Molly enquiring about the murder case and Sherlock giving a blow by blow account of how he'd solved it. She loved listening to him talking about his cases, he was always so proud, like a child looking for attention. When that line of conversation ended he quizzed her about her family and who was who so he'd have some idea when they arrived.

She ran through her relationship with her cousin Sara and then moved onto the rest of the family. 'She has two older brothers Neil and Richard. They're a good laugh, married now with their own families. Then obviously my mum will be there. I should warn you she can be a bit full on, especially when it comes to me and relationships. She's desperate for me to get married and have kids.' She gave an embarrassed laugh and glanced at Sherlock but his expression was inscrutable and it was then that she spotted the entrance to the venue and the rest of the conversation was forgotten.

The wedding was taking place in a very exclusive hotel sat in its own grounds and the driveway seemed to go on forever through woodland until it opened out into a wide lawned area with paths down to a lake and there, sat in the middle, was a perfect, old converted Manor House built from the traditional, butter-coloured Cotswold stone.

Molly gave a slight gasp at the sight and shook her head ever so slightly. Trust Sara to find the perfect venue. She was even more glad than ever that she wasn't turning up alone.

There were a couple of other people arriving and Sara and her fiancé were on the steps greeting them as Molly and Sherlock pulled up with a final roar of the engine. Molly couldn't help but giggle when Sara turned her head and her mouth fell open at the sight of the Aston Martin.

Her cousin was even more surprised when she saw Molly being helped out of the car by Sherlock. The two girls embraced whilst Sherlock unloaded their luggage.

'Oh my God Molly it's been far too long. I'm so happy to see you.'

'You too Sar. I can't believe you're getting married, it seems to have come round so fast.'

'I know.' Sara released her from her hug and took a quick look at Sherlock before leaning into Molly. 'God is that who I think it is Molly? Are you really with him?'

Molly couldn't help but feel a little stung at the note of disbelief in her cousin's voice and she gave a quick nod. 'Yes it is and yes I am...why? Is it so unbelievable?'

Sara shook her head. 'No, no of course not but you've always said he wasn't interested in you...wow, he's gorgeous in real life.'

By now Sherlock had handed the bags over to a porter and the keys over to the valet along with a stern warning about either damaging the car or using it without permission.

Sara's fiancé had come over to join them and Sara introduced him.

'Jonny this is my cousin Molly that I told you all about and this is her boyfriend Sherlock.'

He shook hands with Sherlock first. 'Nice car mate. I mean really nice. How long have you had it?'

'Not long, still enjoying it.'

'I'd love a drive like that, can't afford one though, especially not after paying for this wedding.' He let out a bit of a mirthless laugh and Sara scowled at him.

'Come in and have a drink, I think everyone's here now. It's just family and a couple of friends tonight for the rehearsal.'

Molly smiled at Sherlock as he took hold of her hand and the two of them followed the happy couple up the stairs and into battle.

Of course Mrs Hudson would let Molly borrow her car. So, Sherlock's still in full on denial and they're now at the venue. How long will he hold out against his feelings?