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Description: Molly had a very interesting dream (only hinted) This is a T story after all. :)

It had been an interesting dream.

A very interesting dream.

One that made her jump at the mere mention of his name. Or even the motion of the door opening to her lab.

She closed her eyes when he finally entered, approaching her with an ease that made her mouth water. It was wrong. So wrong.

She shakily handed him the specimens he requested and turned before more of her embarrassment came to light.

"Are you alright, Molly?" He asked, watching her, seeing the nervous tick she had acquired in an attempt to conceal information from him.

She hummed and nodded, refusing to speak for fear of her voice giving the charade away.

He studied her, noting the faint lines under her eyes and the way her shoulders sagged. "Have you been sleeping?" He asked, placing the specimens on the counter and approached her.

She wanted to lie. Truly, she did, but he would see through it in a second. "Not really,"

"Have you been drinking caffeine before bed?" He asked though he knew it wasn't the case.

She shook her head. "No, I've been having…dreams." She answered, bowing her head, turning from him to work on some paperwork.

"What kind of dreams?" He asked, curiously.

She held her breath. Oh, she couldn't tell him that. She couldn't. "Personal dreams, Sherlock." She answered, roughly.

"They can't be that bad."

She scoffed. "Bad is hardly the word I would use." She muttered, refusing to look at him.

He stepped closer and noticed how tense she became the closer he got. He watched as her eyes dilated and she leaned away from him. He finally smiled to himself as he realized what her reaction entailed.

"Tell me, Molly Hooper, how long have you dreamed about me?"

She jerked her head to look at him, and she opened her mouth. "I…"

"Don't deny it, Molly, you know you can't hide it from me. The way your eyes dilate when I come closer. Your posture, and nervous language. How long?" He asked, lowering his voice at the last word.

She closed her eyes and felt a shiver run through her body. "I…" She began, letting her eyes open and found him looking at her.

"Since Sherrinford…" He whispered, reading between the lines. He realized at that moment how much he had overlooked after that fateful phone call. "Molly…"

She shook her head. "It's nothing, Sherlock. Really," She remarked, turning from him.

He smiled, realizing how much had been said and yet unsaid. "It's something, Molly." He whispered, his baritone voice sending another wave of shivers through her body. He closed the distance and rubbed his hands up and down her arms. "Is this what you dream?" He whispered, his voice becoming gravelly, like the dragon she remembered on a movie a few years ago.

She swallowed and he turned her to face him. "Sherlock…" She choked, barely lifting her eyes to find his had dilated.

"Is it?"

She shook her head. "Not quite…"

He smirked, devilishly, and closed the distance with a hot searing kiss that left her shaking and falling into his arms.

As he pulled back, he smiled once more. "Come home, Molly Hooper. Come home with me…"

Those were the last coherent words either spoke for the rest of the night.

Actually for the next few days…

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