It was already late when Molly went to her room. The Joker retreated a few hours ago, leaving his half brothers and their guests to discuss this strange night's event. A strong brandy helped Mycroft to recover from the shock, and what helped too was that Sherlock didn't take the news as badly as he had thought he would. After a while, Molly thought, it seemed as the Holmes brothers were even less tense than John and Greg, who couldn't hide their worry and mistrust.

Still, everybody was asked to make sure their room doors were closed and locked, as well as the windows. Molly was the only one spending the night alone in a bedroom, but since her room was right over the corridor from Mycroft's and Greg's, she felt safe enough and declined respectfully to spend the night on their large sofa.

Once in the room, she dimmed all lights and took her clothes off and took a nice, hot and relaxing shower. Just in her nightie, she crawled into bed and hid under a few layers of fresh, warm sheets. The day was long and she was ready for some good sleep. Her eyelids were heavy and her last glance landed on a chair facing the bed…

…the room was almost completely dark, so it was hard to see anything clearly, however – the chair was somehow different. I must have put something on it, Molly thought in half sleep, even I don't remember putting anything there..did I just throw my clothes on it? They'll be crumpled in the morning, I should put them in the closet…

With a heavy heart, she forced herself out of the bed to tidy her clothes. But as she neared the chair, she felt something, no, she smelt something..smell of wood..leather..and gasoline. Before she had any chance to make even a sound, one strong hand grabbed her by the waist, and the other clasped her mouth and she was suddenly sitting in someone's lap.

- I a-po-lo-gi-ze, sweet lady – a husky voice whispered – I assure you I am not here to cause you any dis-comfort. On the contrary, I am here to sanctify a grave injustice.

He held her tightly but didn't hurt her in any way. She couldn't do anything else than sit in his lap, very close to this strange man.

- I have asked my older brother, as you surely remember, to introduce us, but he stubbornly decided to ignore my polite request. Now, you know my name, so would you be so nice-ah to let me know yours? I will remove my hand from your mouth, but I would appreciate that when talking, you do it quietly. The other boys already know your name, so there's no real need for shouting – he giggled.

And with that, he slowly removed his hand. Molly, mortified but still raised to politely answer direct questions, silently said:

- Molly..I am Molly Hooper.

- Why, Molly Hooper, I am delighted to make your acquaintance – Joker said without a trace of irony – and what do you do, Molly?

- I'm a pathologist – she shivered a bit.

- My, my, my! Such a little lady doing such a nasty ol' job! Respect – Joker nodded, agreeing with himself. – But with such a job, you're hard to scare, and since you shiver all over like some birdie, my best guess is that you're cold. Lemme put ya in bed, sweetheart.

And as though she was easy like a feather, he swiftly held her up, bridal style, and gently put her on her bed. However, once she lay there, he didn't withdraw but kept hovering above her.

- Now, you're really something else, aren't ya? – Joker stared right into her eyes.

- No, I'm..I'm just a mouse..just like you called me – Molly whispered – Not interesting at all.

- Hah! It's a nice tactic, trying to put me off, but I know interesting when I see it..even if you yourself don't believe it – Joker smirked.

- There honestly isn't anything interesting about me – Molly pleaded – Even my ex boyfriend told me so, he told me I was too boring, that every day spent with me seemed somehow wasted. And he's right. I work, and then I come home to my cat and watch TV. I go to sleep and next day I repeat it.

The Joker made a grimace like he's smelling something:

- You smell this? Like something's burning – and he proceeded sniffing around her, from her head to her neck, not close but close enough, lover to her belly, closer and closer to her skin, until finally his nose touched the top of her knickers..he dived his face in the fabric of her underwear and she could hear a muffled yell: LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!

He raised his head with a huge smile, resting his chin on her belly.

- See? You lied and your pants are on fire.

- My pants are not on fire – Molly protested.

- Oooh..but they will be soon – Joker gave her a crooked smile.

Molly grew stiff when she heard that. The Joker sensed her discomfort, but still, in a snake-like fashion, he crawled up her body, finally lying very close to her side.

- You know how Mycroft and Sherlock always seem to know everything? Like they're reading all you secrets? – his fingers stroke her forearm lightly. She simply nodded, too confused to say anything.

- Well, a bit of that Holmes' magic brushed off on me, too. Not to the full extent, but I'm pretty good at reading people. I know when they lie to me, I know when they're lying to themselves, and I can predict their actions, too. I'm actually the embodiment of empathy, although most people would beg to differ on that one – he giggled. His fingertips were making small and gentle patterns on her skin.

- So, when I tell you that you're interesting, I have my reasons.

- And what might they be? – she said quietly but defiantly.

- Well, Molly Hooper, you're a pathologist, a profession that scares most people. Every day you get to see people dead for the most various reasons. You must be full of stories! You will share those stories with me. As that is not enough, you spend your free time with my half-brothers, who wouldn't stand a dull person next to them. Then, you're obviously afraid of me, but more than that you are curious about me. I know very well how ordinary people react to me, and believe me, your reaction is unusual.

- What..do people scream their heads of when they see you? – Molly asked, being something between curious and sarcastic.

- Oh dahh-ling..you wouldn't believe it – he smiled honestly at her – Can you imagine just how hard it is to get information from someone, something easy like "is your brother home?", when the other person literally shits himself when I ask?

Molly, even to her own disbelief, laughed. She met his eyes and saw a lovely and almost happy glint deep in his eyes. She couldn't help herself, there was something so bare and human in his eyes, she just had to stare. His makeup was an obvious lie for the rest of the world, a mere distraction. He stared back into her eyes, slowly getting closer to her.

Their noses bumped and again, her nostrils were full of his scent. She never smelled a man, she never even thought about it. But this scent was to alluring to ignore. She was lost enough that she even hadn't noticed that he was now half-lying on her, his arms grabbing hers.

Before she even had time to think about if she wanted this, if this was morally acceptable, why the hell she weren't screaming and a lot of other issues that will surely haunt her later on, his lips met hers, gently but decidedly. His tongue explored her lips and gently pushed them apart, only to be surprised by a quick and daring lick of her tongue. After the first minute of almost politeness and a bit of awkwardness, the kiss turned deep and their bodies entangled. His hands explored her waist, and she timidly stroked his muscular arms.

- My sweetest lady, this is more-ah than I hoped for..but less than I wish for – he gently panted – so, if you want this to stop, say now, cause a few more minutes of this and I wont be able to stop myself.

He looked at her carefully. She was blushing, and fighting within herself. Oh, she wanted this, but she's telling herself that she is not supposed to want it, Joker read from her face. So a little persuasion is needed. He nibbled at her ear and whispered, here and there kissing her neck:

- Sweetest Molly, don't be so cruel. Don't send me away like some old dog in the rain. I want be able to sleep for ages, you'll haunt me. Look at you, so beautiful..and your smell..you'll drive me crazy, Molly..I want to do so many things to you..

- Like what? – embarrassingly, her voice cracked with excitement.

He stopped, laying on top of her, heavy enough for her to feel his body, but supporting his body enough so he wouldn't crush her. He looked right into her eyes and his deep voice was pure sin:

- I want to lick your body from head to toe, I want to explore it and rub myself on it, I want to scent you..and then I want to spread your lovely legs and smell your pink lil' pussy..Molly, I'm gonna eat your pussy like a starving man, and I won't stop until you come right onto my tongue. And then, darling, when my dick is as hard as stone, I would love-ah to fuck you into the mattress.

Molly was left breathless and speechless. However, her body already gave her answer, since her legs, as if she had no control over them, spread and tangled around his waist. He smirked a bit when he noticed and as if testing, gently grinded his pelvis at hers. She answered by a small but very clear moan. She didn't know what was happening, her body just took over, she didn't even want to think about it, 'cause after his little speech she was all hot and bothered, needing her urges to be satisfied sooner rather than later.

- Oh little lady..I was wrong thinking you were a mouse..there is a tiger in you after all – he smiled at her and quickly started pulling at her clothes.

In just a few minutes of quick and passionate kisses, all their clothes were gone and as he kissed, licked and explored, she managed, between moans, to look at his body. It was a piece of art. Long slender limbs, elegant and sharp muscles, a few scars and all completed into perfection by his intoxicating scent. Her hands wandered around his body, and she was impatient to discover more of him. However, he settled between her legs, his head just in front of her entrance and she could hear him smelling her. She stiffened, suddenly embarrassed and horrified, but then she heard something between a low moan and growl. Next things she felt was his tongue, his lips, his scars at her most intimate place, licking, sucking, nibbling. In a matter of seconds, her body was burning, shifting, trembling and she couldn't help but to moan.

- Sing for me, darling – she heard him, meanwhile his fingers exploring her folds – your pussy is the loveliest little cunt on this planet. You taste so good, I could spent a week licking your juices..

He continued his assault and soon she was pushed over the edge, crying out her release, amazed and turned on beyond possible. Now her hunger was roaring, and she managed to quickly turn a very surprised Joker on his back. She straddled his hips and kissed him, greedily sucking his tongue and biting his lips. She could taste herself on his mouth and she had to agree-she did taste nice. However, what occupied her mostly was that she could feel his cock, brushing her wet pussy. She indulged herself by sliding on it a few times, up and down, but not letting it enter her. Finally, she raised herself a bit and finally took a look at his member. Her lips formed an astounded "oh" when she saw his thick, long cock. Suddenly she could understand his wish to satisfy her orally so much better. This dick looked tasty. Never before has she felt this burning wish to go down on a man, but now, before any of them had chance to realize it, her lips surrounded his throbbing erection. He moaned in ecstasy, and she gave him such a filthy and seductive look, still sucking, that he could only grab his own hair and hold on for dear life, praying not to come that very instant.

- Molly..tiger..please, if you want us to continue..you gotta stop - he panted – I want to see you doing that in the future, like, for a million times..but now I really need to fuck you, so badly.

She let go and smiled broadly, crawling up his body. He turned them both, and she managed to get her legs around him mid-turn, so when she was on her back, he was already perfectly positioned. He glanced at her, questioning, but again her body was faster than her mind, and the answer came in the form of her hips gently but demandingly pushing up. He grinned, their foreheads touching, and lowered himself into her.

The stretch was more than she had expected, but he kept a slower pace. They kissed, tongues battling, him gently caressing her breasts and then the rate of his pounding grew. He felt surrounded by her heat, her body fitting perfectly into his arms, her moans a symphony to his ears. He loved how she didn't hesitate to grab him, to kiss him, to enjoy him entirely. She couldn't help but to stare at her, a bit amazed. She caught him staring and smiled timidly, pulling him into another long and heated kiss.

- Don't pull out when you come – she whispered in his ear and it was more than he could handle. His trusts now were forceful and fast, his whole body sweating and trembling. She bit his shoulder, trying to impossibly pull him even closer. A powerful climax ripped through her, hauling him with her. He came with a minor yell and nestled his head between her neck and shoulder.

Both were exhausted but very satisfied and happy, but couldn't find strength for another word. Soon they fell asleep, their bodies still entangled.