She was completely moved in to 221B now. After her shift tonight, she'd be going to Baker Street. Home. The thought made her smile. This was a new, exciting aspect of their relationship. Molly already loved waking up to him but now she'd get to do it every morning. This included the nights he would stay awake because he simply loves to hold her as she sleeps. A smile formed on her lips when she snapped her gloves on in preparation for an autopsy.

Sherlock was also excited about this new aspect of living together. He wondered what other adorable quirks of hers he would learn about. He couldn't wait to see Molly; more specifically, her reaction to what he had planned for them. She would be home quite soon and he had taught himself how to make one of her favourite dishes for dinner. Cooking was quite similar to chemistry is what he had told himself. It wasn't too difficult; he just hoped it was to her liking. The sound of the doorknob turning alerted him to her presence.

"You're home," Sherlock said enthusiastically.

"Yes, I am," Molly smiled. He bent his head down to capture her lips, unknowingly driving her back against the door until the thud alerted him. "What was that for?"

"Can't I snog you without an ulterior motive?" Sherlock asked, feigning a hurtful look that made Molly laugh. "Well now that you've had a laugh, I hope you're hungry."

"Don't tell me you had Mrs. Hudson cook again," she told him.

"Nope," he replied, "I did."

"You? You…cooked?" Molly asked.

"I did, though I'm not sure how well it turned out," he admitted, "so don't be afraid to say it's awful if it actually is."

"Thank you, Sherlock, really," she said with a smile. "And don't be so hard on yourself; it was your first time."

They sat down to eat the chicken tikka masala he made. Sherlock didn't quite like how it turned out but kept eating, unable to figure out if Molly liked it or not.

"Be honest, Molly, please," Sherlock told her.

"Well, it's not bad," she replied.

"But it's not good," he finished.

"I never said that," Molly pointed out.

"Just admit it, Molly," Sherlock sighed.

"Okay, fine, it's not the best, but it's okay. Not the worst I've had but you tried and that's all that matters," Molly told him, taking a hold of his hand.

"It's terrible," he chuckled. "Pizza?"

"Oh God, yes," Molly laughed.

When the pizza arrived, they had both changed into their pajamas and were arguing about what game to play, amusing the delivery guy immensely.

"Oh no, I am not playing Uno with you again; not after you made me draw four," Molly told him.

"Well, Cluedo is out of the question because you are the only one that can beat me at it…every single time," Sherlock countered, handing the money to the delivery man. Molly was given the pizza box and they were still at it after closing the door.

"Can't play Trivial Pursuit because I have the advantage with the pop culture, sports, art and literature," Molly complained.

"I know the science questions though," Sherlock argued. Molly snorted with a playful roll of her eyes.

"Operation?" she asked.

"Operation," he agreed.

They sat on the floor at each side of the coffee table and ate pizza as they played. The first round went well but now they were trying to get each other to mess up for fun. It started when Sherlock stretched his legs beneath the table and poked her side lightly with his toe.

"What the hell, Sherlock? That's not fair," Molly had complained when the buzzer went off. He laughed at her and she reached behind her to snag a throw pillow off the sofa and throw it at him.

"Alright, I'm s-sorry," he continued laughing. "You can distract me this time." And she did by tickling his foot; the only place he was ticklish. The buzzer rang loud and clear. And so it continued like that with Sherlock tossing the pillow back at her and Molly running her toes up his leg as far as she could reach which made him shiver.

Eventually, Sherlock had moved to sit beside her, which was distracting in itself. So, of course he found it perfectly appropriate to nip playfully at her ear while she tried to concentrate but simply couldn't. Molly dropped it and crawled into his lap facing him.

"Now that was really unfair," she told him.

"Was it? I thought you liked receiving affection," Sherlock smirked. "I don't have to anymore. I understand." He was clearly joking, though he tried to be serious.

"Don't stop on my account," Molly replied. "I really like it." She nuzzled her nose against his.

"Mm, do you like this?" he asked before placing open-mouth kisses down the side of her neck. She tilted her head to the side to give him better access. The suction feeling she suddenly felt told her she would need to cover up a love bite in the morning but it felt so nice. "It seems you do like it quite a bit."

"You know I do," Molly smiled at him. "Just how I know you like this." Her lips were on his mouth, her tongue slipping through the seam to caress his before taking his bottom lip between her teeth gently.

"Mm, Molly," he murmured as they snogged once more. Sherlock broke the kiss to trail his lips over her shoulder, sending shivers through her. He moved to her clavicle and to her throat, feeling her pulse point beneath his lips. Her gasps made him smirk against her skin. He kissed her again and again, Molly's fingers tangling in his curls and it was her turn to smirk as he moaned softly. They broke away once the need for oxygen became apparent, their foreheads leaning together. The spell was broken when Molly yawned.

"Bedtime for the human," Sherlock joked.

"Sherlock Holmes, don't try acting like you're not human as well," Molly laughed.

"Tried to once, but it got me nowhere," he replied. "Turns out, emotions aren't so bad after all." A pause, then, "I am sorry it took me so long."

"S'fine," she mumbled. "Better late than never."

"Thank you for never giving up on me, Molly. You never stopped loving me, and for that, I am grateful," Sherlock told her.

"I'll always love you no matter what," Molly whispered in his ear, her arms locked around his neck as he stood to carry her to their bedroom. "And I know it won't always be like it was tonight; we'll have rows every now and then and we'll probably annoy the hell out of each other sometimes but the one thing I'm sure of is that we'll continue to love each other through all of it."

"That's a good thing to be sure of," Sherlock agreed, laying her down on the bed, "because I will always love you too." He slipped in beside her, curling his lanky form around her petite one. To her delight, Sherlock had his lips pressed to the back of her neck, kissing her softly. Needless to say, it didn't take long for her to doze off in his arms.