You guys are so persistent, so here's another little chapter.

Molly was ecstatic! She was going out with Sherlock Holmes! The man she'd sought after for years!

She was dancing on air the next day in the morgue, being surprisingly cheerful for someone who cut up dead bodies for a living.

Being so lost in her thoughts meant, however, that she didn't hear a certain someone sneak into the room.

"Hello, Miss. Hooper.." came a deep purr from behind her ear, accompanied by a warm breath hitting her neck.

Molly jumped, dropping the pencil that she'd been using to write notes with. She turned to look over at him, biting her bottom lip as he smirked, obviously pleased that he achieved his mission to make her flustered.

He leaned forward, bending down so his face was even with hers,"I believe that you, Miss. Hooper, owe me a proper kiss," he hummed, his lips almost brushing against hers.

But then he suddenly pulled back abruptly, his smirk widening at her response, "You also owe me some eyes," he stated, moving away from her in search of said body item.

Molly was left breathless and flustered as he left her personal space, bending down to pick up her dropped writing utensil. She knew that Sherlock had done that on purpose but honestly she didn't know what she could do to punish him in return.

Once he returned, jar in hand, he placed it down into a plastic bag. Molly had turned her back on him once more, trying not to think about how he was wearing his purple shirt or how he was just looking over her shoulder.

"You're such a tease.." Molly mumbled, causing Sherlock to look at her in mock shock.

"I am not!"

"Yes you are!" she said, turning around and pointing her pencil at him, "You know exactly what you're-"

She was quickly cut off as he reached in to kiss her. Molly dropped her pencil as he deepened the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck as her hands slowly made their way into his hair.

They were like that for a while, and probably would've been for a lot longer if their lungs hadn't been begging for air.

Breathlessly, they both simple stared at each other, a smile growing on both their faces.

"I.. I suppose I'll just leave you two alone.." said John from the other side of the room, putting down Sherlock's coffee before fleeing from the room before they could start snogging again.

He would have to get used to that.