A/N: In case you haven't noticed, the rating has gone up. Enjoy. ;)

6:05p Feel like making it a Girls' Night Out? John's got Rosie. MW

6:08p Can't, I have company tonight, remember? Molly

6:10p Worried he'll paw your bras and panties? MW

6:13p Something like that. Molly

6:15p I think you can trust him. He only wants to get into your pants while you're in them. MW

6:18p Thanks, Mary. Alright, I'll make sure Mr. Too Damn Sexy is settled for the night. Molly

6:20p Pick you up in an hour. MW

Molly sighed as she set her phone on her dresser then walked out of the bedroom and down the hall. She found Khan sprawled on the sitting room sofa, talking back to the television.

"You're wasting your time, Brandon," Khan muttered. "Marianne's clearly in love with someone else."

She smirked. "You know, when Sherlock's arguing with the telly, he's watching some crap talk show. At least you're arguing with classic literature."

Khan paused the movie then turned to her. "I thought I'd spare Col. Brandon the pain."

Molly couldn't help a smile. "That's sweet of you but you know he gets-"

He held up a hand. "Please, I don't know how it ends."

She raised an eyebrow. "You haven't seen or read Sense and Sensibility before?"

Khan smiled a bit. "I've only been literate for four years, give me time."

"I have it, if you want to read it."

He looked a little surprised. "I'd like that … thank you."

"You're welcome. Um, Mary invited me to a Girls' Night Out, so I'll be out until pretty late."

"Who will be there?"

"Me, Mary, probably Sally if she's not busy, and Anthea if Mary can pry her away from work. Um, Sally is-"

"Sally Donovan, police sergeant, currently dating DI Lestrade. Anthea, real name classified, is Mycroft's PA and fiancée."

Molly rolled her eyes. "Is there anything the Baskerville files didn't tell you?"

Khan stood then approached her in one fluid movement. The heat in his gaze made her feel warm all over.

"Yes – how good it feels to hold you," he murmured as he pulled her into his arms, "how your kisses make me burn for more," he lowered his head to kiss her softly, then he murmured in her ear, "how it will feel when I make you my own."

She shivered. "Khan…" Molly smiled at him weakly. "You're not playing fair, you know."

Khan chuckled. "When it comes to what I want, you'll find that I am not above fighting dirty." He lowered his voice. "And there is nothing in this world I want more than you, Molly Hooper."

After a cold shower necessitated by Khan's words, Molly walked into the sitting room for the second time that evening, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. Khan looked up from Emma and stared at her, his pupils dilating.

Molly grinned triumphantly. "That good, huh?" She did a slow spin to show off the little black dress.

Khan cleared his throat. "Molly … that dress is entirely too-"

"Sexy?" she asked, grinning wider. "Risqué? Provocative?"

"All of the above," he said, looking and sounding rather helpless.

"Aww…" She leaned down to kiss his hair. "I promise it's just for show – I'm not interested in picking up anyone at the pub, not when I have such a sexy man waiting for me at home."

Khan was about to say something when her eyes drifted down to his trousers. His trousers, and the growing bulge in them. He chuckled weakly. "You'll forgive me for not getting up."

Maybe I should just stay home and help him take care of that. I'm a doctor after all. Molly smirked at Khan being able to draw out her naughty side. She was about to suggest it when her mobile chirped. Molly took it out of her purse and unlocked it. "That's Mary, she's outside." She looked at him. "You'll be alright by yourself?"

"I'll be fine, Molly," he assured her, then smirked. "And I won't be as alone as you think, not with you in my head."

Molly blushed brightly. "Um, right. I'll see you when I get home, if you're still up."

His only reply was a wink.

She practically ran out of the flat, her cheeks flaming but still smiling like an idiot. Oh God, he's going to be thinking about me while he… Next time, I'm just going to pass on Mary's offer.

She came back at almost three in the morning to a completely darkened flat. Oh good, he went to bed. She walked into the sitting room, turned on the light, and gasped.

Khan was laying on the sofa, naked and asleep. His trousers and shirt, borrowed from Sherlock, lay in a pile of wrinkles on the floor. One arm was hanging off the sofa, his other hand still loosely wrapped around his limp but still impressive cock. There were splatters of come on his stomach and chest, though she was happy to notice he hadn't gotten it anywhere else. His face was serene as he slept.

Molly hated having to wake him but she hated even more the thought of anyone else seeing him like this. She knelt beside the sofa. God, he really is magnificent. "Khan?"

His eyes shot open and they widened when he saw her, then he looked down at himself and shut them again, muttering, "Bloody hell…"

Molly decided to go easy on him. "Don't move." She grabbed a soft flannel from the guest bathroom and wet it with warm water before taking it back to him.

Khan's eyes were still closed and he startled a bit when the flannel touched his skin, his eyes shooting open again.

"It's alright," she murmured as she gently washed the come off.

"Molly…" For once, he looked like he was at a loss for words.

She smiled gently. "You want to apologize for masturbating in my sitting room, for falling asleep so I'd find you here, and for not cleaning yourself up?"

"That about covers it," he muttered and she swore his cheeks were slightly pink.

She leaned to kiss him softly. "Next time," she murmured, "wait until you're in bed. Or the shower."

"Molly," he murmured, "the next time I come, it'll be with you."

It was her turn to blush but she wasn't about to contradict him.