So as I finish the final edits on this chapter I'm waiting for the UK eclipse, only trouble is there is so much cloud coverage where I live that I can't even see the sun let alone the eclipse. Maybe it will get spooky dark though.

Anyway enough with my trivia, thank you all for your comments and suggestions, whilst they can't always influence this story (though some do) they often inspire or influence future stories, so thank you and keep them coming in.

As I haven't done a disclaimer for a while let me just stress that I own nothing but the nugget of my idea. All characters are owned elsewhere.

Chapter 12

Molly had to be in work the next day so she left Sherlock to it. When she'd woken up she'd found him sprawled out on the settee with a blanket thrown over him. He'd come round soon after she'd showered and as she went out if the door he was drinking coffee and backtracking over the work he'd done the night before, grumbling at his lack of progress.

It was five hours later when he'd swept into the morgue with John informing her that a second body had been found in the grounds of another church, this time it was a St Martins about five miles from the first murder.

'Lestrade is sending the body to you, should be here shortly. A nun, aged in her fifties, John took a quick look at the body and believes she too has been strangled though there also appears to be head wound. Can you perform the autopsy as soon as possible? I'll be upstairs, text me when you're done.' He was about to walk away when he seemed to hesitate. Instead he came over kissed her on the cheek and said, 'thank you Molly, I'll see you shortly.'

John smiled, 'aw look, he's learning, just like a real boy.'

Sherlock just scowled at him, 'yes, very funny. Come on, we have work to do.'

Molly laughed as they left enjoying the ease with which they seemed to be coping with the change in their relationship. Was it really only a few weeks ago that she had left Bart's thinking there was no hope.

Sherlock going to the lab reminded her about her plans for the kitchen at home. She found her phone and rang her brother to see if he would be free later, she needed his van and some muscle.

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The autopsy was quite straight forward, strangulation, similar bruising and trauma to the neck. She'd been hit over the head first with a blunt instrument so had likely been unconscious.

Molly emailed the details to Sherlock and sent him a text once she was in the taxi leaving Bart's, she didn't want him to stop her leaving as she had things to do.

She met her brother and his mate at her old flat. He swept her up into one of his bear hugs before following her up the stairs to her apartment.

'So, Stink, you're finally moving in with a bloke. How come Mum doesn't seem to know anything about it?'

Molly turned round, mouth open in shock, 'you haven't told her have you?'

'Well, I didn't think it was a secret. So what is it you need moving?'

It took a good hour to pack up his van and get to Baker St. Molly was a bit worried that Sherlock might have returned home in that time and she wasn't quite sure she was ready for family introductions but all was quiet. Even Mrs Hudson seemed to be out.

It took them another hour to make the changes Molly wanted in Sherlock's flat. She found herself biting her lip with nerves on more than one occasion. She just hoped he wouldn't mind.

When they'd done Molly gave her brother some money to buy himself and his mate a couple of pints, as a thank you. Once again he wrapped her up in a big hug, lifting her off the ground and told her not to leave it so long next time between visits.

'I miss you Stink. And bring this new fella along, I need to check him out and make sure he's good enough for my little sister.'

Molly nodded her head but cringed internally at the thought of Sherlock going for a pint with Peter. She loved her big brother to bits but he was more brawn than brains, all heart and no logic; the polar opposite of Sherlock.

She finished tidying up a few things and was almost done when she heard the door slam downstairs and footsteps making their way up.

'Ah, Molly good you're here. Why did you leave Bart's without telling me? I needed you to run some tests and ended up having to rely on John to do it. Plus aren't you supposed to say goodbye to your significant other before you leave, I'm sure I keep getting berated by John for that.'

Molly found herself smiling at his petulant outburst, but as he threw off his coat he noticed the changes she'd made.

'Molly, where is my equipment?'

'Right, yes, before you get mad, come with me.' She took him by the hand and pulled him away from the kitchen which was looking clean and fresh and held decidedly no body parts.

She led him up the stairs to John's old room gabbling her words out as she went, trying to persuade him. 'I wanted a kitchen I can actually cook in and a fridge that was hygienic. Then I thought, what about John's old room, it's not being used, you could work in here undisturbed, there's more space. What do you think?'

She pushed the door open.

John's old bed had been moved against the wall and the table from Molly's old flat was in the middle of the room along with a couple of old lab stools that she'd acquired from work. Sherlock's fridge was next to the old wardrobe and his experiments and microscope were all set up ready for use.

Sherlock walked around the room, looking at the equipment and the lighting.

Molly carried on, 'I spoke to Mike, and I might be able to get you a few bits of old equipment, we've just bought some new scanners and I can probably buy the old ones quite cheap. This way you won't have to keep moving things or clearing up as much...say something...what are you thinking?'

Sherlock turned to her pouting. 'It's too far from the front room, what if I need something?'

'We can dig up some kind of comms system I'm sure, walkie talkies or something. Plus I'll even throw in a promise of some new body parts. Name what you want and I'll do my best to get them. Well?'

Sherlock wasn't overly convinced but he could see how nervous Molly was. 'What do I think? I think I have a resourceful and persuasive girlfr...partner who also happens to be great in bed.'

With that he came over and kissed her. Molly sighed with relief hardly noticing as he picked her up and balanced her on the edge of the table still kissing her as his hands worked their way down the buttons of her blouse.

'Mmmmm, I didn't realise you'd like it this much,' laughed Molly as he made his way down her neck to her breasts.

'Maybe I've just always had a fantasy about having sex with you on one of the lab desks at Bart's, this is the next best thing.'

Molly blushed bright red and gasped out, 'Sherlock! I can't believe you just said that...oh...'

At that point he had stripped her of her trousers and plunged two fingers into her. She felt her muscles tighten around him, blood rushing to her genitals. She clung to his shoulders for balance as he roughly kissed her again his tongue in her mouth. She groaned at the welcome intrusion one hand moving to his hair, her nails scraping his scalp. She leant backwards and brought her legs up to wrap around his waist.

She was almost completely naked by this point and Sherlock was still fully dressed but that somehow made the experience all the more erotic. She heard him unzip his trousers and then felt him pressing against her entrance, pushing in. He felt big and hard and she enjoyed the feeling of him filling her completely.

This was no leisurely session; he seemed driven, thrusting into her again and again. Molly was just holding on urging him to go deeper and faster feeling herself getting closer and closer to the edge of her orgasm and as desperate as Sherlock for its completion.

In the end it was his voice, his beautiful voice, which sent her over the edge. He spoke her name, urging her to come for him, to fuck him, telling her how wet she was, how she felt, warm and tight around him. She cried out as she came her fingers digging into his back through his jacket and shirt. Then she could feel him coming as well, thrusting into her one last time before they sagged back onto the desk.

After a minute or so Sherlock withdrew and passed Molly her cardigan that had been discarded on the floor.

She wrapped it around herself as she sat on the edge of the table, 'wow...where did that come from?'

Sherlock smirked up at her as he picked up the rest of her clothing, 'why did you not enjoy it?'

'Oh I enjoyed it a lot, as you well know. It just...it seemed to come out of nowhere...'

He came back over and stood before her leaning forward to kiss her once more. This was a soft, sweet kiss. 'I just needed the release...this case is going nowhere, my mind was whirling and...you centre me...plus I really have had that fantasy.' He winked at her as he walked away, 'and I do like my new lab, Molly, now get dressed we have work to do.'

It was a whole week before his microscope reappeared in the kitchen.

Poor Molly, she tried her best to talk Sherlock out of his bad kitchen/lab habits didn't she but I suspect he would be incorrigible.

Next update Sunday...and for those interested in the eclipse it was a complete bust, didn't even get spooky dark. Ah well, next one is 2026 apparently, start the countdown.