Khan woke in the middle of the night with an incredible thirst. He got out of the too-small guest bed then pulled on his trousers and soundlessly walked to the kitchen. Not bothering to turn on the lights, he opened the refrigerator and looked for something to drink.

"If you're looking for leftover pizza," Molly said from the other side of the refrigerator door, "there isn't any." She turned on the lights.

Khan pulled out a container of orange juice then closed the door, glancing at her. "I know I didn't wake you."

"You didn't," she agreed, "I couldn't sleep." He took in her pastel blue kitten-patterned pajama bottoms and white t-shirt.

I wonder if she's aware her nipples are showing, he thought, smirking. "Does that happen often?" He brought the container to his lips.

"Hey!" she said, annoyed. "There are glasses in the cabinet behind you."

Khan obediently took out a large glass then poured the juice and put the container back in the fridge. He looked at her expectantly as he drank the juice.

She sighed quietly. "Only when Sherlock involves me in a case. He rarely sleeps while he's working. Consequentially, the rest of us lose sleep too."

"So, it wasn't the thought of having a strange man in your bed?" he asked, smirking.

"Guest bed," she corrected him.

"For now."

"Will you stop?" Molly asked, exasperated. "You and I are never going to sleep together."

"Molly," he murmured, lowering his voice an octave, "do you truly expect me to believe you're not attracted to me?"

"Fine, yes, but only because you look like Sherlock," she muttered, then her eyes widened. "Oh God, if you ever repeat that to anyone, I swear to God we won't have to fake your death because I'll kill you for real." She rubbed her eyes with one hand. "God, I can't believe I said that. I haven't thought of Sherlock like that in years. Maybe I should go back to bed – obviously, I need more sleep."

He grinned triumphantly. "I will take your secret to the grave. Now, about your attraction to me…" He lightly ran his fingers up her bare forearm and delighted in her shiver.

"Nothing's going to come of it," she said firmly. "I don't care how attractive you are, I don't sleep with men I just met."

He raised an eyebrow. "You don't sleep with men you've just met, you don't sleep with men you've known for years, who do you sleep with, Dr. Hooper?"

She slapped him hard across the face. Well, as hard as a petite woman could. He barely felt the pain, but the insult hit home. Khan growled then grabbed her wrist before she could do it again. Her eyes widened but she made no other sign.

"You do not want me as an enemy, Molly," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I am a violent and ruthless man."

"I don't doubt that," she said, her voice calm, "but I also don't think you would hurt an innocent woman who is only trying to help you." She pulled her hand from his grasp. "If you would stop trying to get me into bed, this would be a lot easier."

"You could stop resisting," he murmured. "That would also make things easier." He smirked. "Or should I say harder?"

As expected, she glanced down at his trousers and blushed at the growing bulge in the crotch. With apparently considerable effort, she brought her eyes back up to his. "Goodnight, Khan," she said firmly.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not even a goodnight kiss?"

"You can kiss my arse." With that, she turned around and left the room.

Khan smirked. Oh, little Molly, that moment will come.


Molly's dreams that night were a lot more erotic than she was used to and she woke the next morning to a body that was hyper-sensitive and in need of a release. Bloody fucking hell… The devil on her shoulder told her to just accept what Khan was offering. No, in that way lies madness. I just have to wait this out.

She got up and pulled on her robe then went down the hall to the kitchen and was surprised to find Khan already awake and balefully staring at the coffee maker. Despite the fact that her body was screaming at her to jump him, she ignored it in favor of smirking at him. "Am I interrupting something?"

"I'm one of the most intelligent men on the planet and I can't figure out a simple machine. It's maddening." His lower lip stuck out the tiniest bit.

Oh my God, is he pouting? Molly's smirk spread to an ear-to-ear grin. "You've been bested by a Keurig?"

Khan turned his glare on her but she didn't find it the least bit intimidating. Not after he picked a fight with a Keurig and lost. "Here, watch me." She went through the steps, Khan watching her intently.

When he had a steaming cup of coffee in his hand, he looked over at her, smiling a bit. "Since you helped me, I ought to return the favor."

Molly raised an eyebrow. "With what?"

"Did you really think I couldn't smell your arousal as soon as you walked in?"