Another weekend, another chapter. How the time flies! Enjoy.

Chapter 13

The next couple of days passed in a blur of work and helping Sherlock with his tests. He was following up the backgrounds of both the victims and seeing if he could piece together any links, but despite them both living and working within the Catholic Church in London he couldn't find any. London, it seemed, was a big place.

Molly knew both he and Lestrade were worried that if this had just turned into a generic vendetta against religious people it could be almost impossible to narrow down who might be next or find links to the killer. Sherlock was waiting on another body whilst Lestrade was hoping it would never happen.

In the meantime Sherlock was becoming increasingly difficult to live with. His sleeping patterns were all over the place and she was just concentrating on getting him to eat regular-ish meals.

It came to a head one evening after Molly had got back from a long day at work. She found Sherlock stood in front of his wall of facts, his face screwed up in concentration.

'Can I get you anything?'

'Yes, a solution to this case!'

'Sorry, no that's what we've got you for.' She smiled but Sherlock just huffed and threw himself down onto the settee. 'Don't joke Molly, you're really not good at it.' He closed his eyes, his hands steepling under his chin.

'OK' Molly sighed but made her way through to a kitchen which looked as though a bomb had hit it. There were dirty cups, plates, breakfast stuff not even put away. Not to mention the return of his microscope and various bits of experiments. She closed her eyes in anger but bit her tongue, willing herself not to say anything. She knew he was frustrated with the case, he just needed a break through.

She tidied up and made them both a small meal carrying Sherlock's plate through to him, before sitting and eating hers at the kitchen table. When she returned to him twenty minutes later the food was still there untouched.

'Come on Sherlock, you need to eat.'

He opened his eyes looking at her angrily, 'stop mothering me, Molly! I don't need you or anybody else to tell me what I need or don't need to do.' With that he swept up the plate and threw it across the room where it smashed scattering food and broken ceramics across the floor.

Molly stood there her mouth open in shock as he lay back down on the settee and rolled away from her towards the wall.

It wasn't long though before rage overtook the shock. How dare he! 'Fine, be like that. I'm off out to see Mary, I promised John I'd call in. I expect that mess to be cleaned up before I get back, I am not your slave Sherlock Holmes or your verbal punchbag! And whilst I'm at it I'm fed up of doing all the work around here, this place is a tip. You need to pull your weight and stop expecting everybody to do everything for you!'

Sherlock either didn't care or chose not to respond so Molly gathered up her things and left the flat slamming the door behind her.

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By the time she got to John and Mary's it was just after eight in the evening. John greeted her at the door with a kiss and thanked her for coming round.

'Tell you what, why don't you and Mary pop down to our local for a drink. I can put Elizabeth to bed and catch up on some of my files for work. I've got a bit behind what with Sherlock and the baby and everything.'

Mary quickly agreed, grabbing her coat before he could change his mind and steering Molly down the road to the local high street. They ended up sitting in the corner of a local wine bar with Mary bemoaning the fact that she had baby sick on her shirt and looked more mum than glam compared to the bright, young things milling around the wine bar trying to get a date.

'Distract me from motherhood Molly and tell me all about you and Sherlock. How's it all going? And how is he in bed, I've always had my suspicions that he wasn't a virgin, though John swore blind that that was his nickname a few years back.'

Molly laughed, 'well, I can definitely confirm that he isn't a virgin now and given his erm...skills...he wasn't when we got together.'

'I knew it! You can always tell, he has the kind of confidence that comes with knowing you're good in bed.'

'Mary!'

'Oh don't! You know what I mean. But what's it like to live with him?'

Molly thought back to the past few days where they'd gone from frankly quite hot sex to him belittling and ignoring her and she sighed.

'Is he being a git? Because if he is I'll kill him.'

Molly looked at Mary and raised an eyebrow.

'OK, so maybe that isn't something I should joke about. What's he done now?'

'Oh nothing really. You know what he's like, particularly when he's on a case. I just need to get better at ignoring him when he's in one of his moods. I know he cares for me and wants me there. He just...forgets sometimes.'

Mary shook her head, 'no, Molly I'm sorry but you need to call him on it. Start as you mean to go on. He needs to know what's acceptable and what isn't. What? Why are you smiling?'

'No, it's nothing. It's just almost exactly the same as John said when he helped me move in the other day.'

'Well, great minds think alike. Now do you want another drink because mine seems to have disappeared?'

They spent another couple of hours laughing and drinking with Mary trying to prise details out of Molly re her sex life. By the time they got back to the house it was gone eleven and John insisted on calling Molly a cab, whilst Mary made her way up to bed.

'Tell him I've got a surgery tomorrow morning but I'll be available in the afternoon if he wants help with anything. And thanks for tonight Molly, Mary really needed the break.'

'That's OK John, anytime. It was good for me too.'

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When she got back to Baker St. the flat was silent and dark. She checked that the mess had been cleaned up, before she quietly got ready for bed, and was glad to see that it had. She hoped he hadn't roped Mrs Hudson in to do it. She slipped into Sherlock's room, their room, wondering whether he was even there and if he was whether he was awake.

Well, he was definitely in the bed. She climbed in and rolled over onto her side, facing away from him and tried not to feel too hurt about how they'd left things earlier.

A minute later Sherlock rolled over as well and she felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her back against him.

'I...I am sorry Molly. I shouldn't have taken my frustrations out on you like that. Will you forgive me?'

Molly turned round in his arms until she was facing him. She cupped his face with her hand, 'I know how you can be when you're on a case but I'll only put up with so much Sherlock.' She smiled pressing her lips to his. Slowly the kiss developed and he pulled Molly against him more firmly his hands travelling down to her bum before pulling her leg up and over his hip.

She could feel him hard against her centre and moaned as he rocked against her. They still hadn't stopped kissing and Molly felt almost dizzy from it. She could feel his chest, bare, against her hardened nipples, only her thin nightshirt separating them, her hands trailed down his back. It felt like so long since she had been with him, even though she knew it had only been a couple of days, and she could feel herself starting to unravel without him even needing to enter her.

He sensed she was close and quickly rolled her onto her back pushing her nightshirt up. He swiftly entered her and she gasped at the sensation. He held still letting her rock up to meet him, sensing her speeding up as her climax grew. Just as her frustration reached its peak he moved against her, thrusting in and out until she felt like she just exploded. Her orgasm seemed to last for ever and even when he'd spent himself within her she could still feel herself buzzing with aftershocks.

'Mmmmm maybe we should fight more often, if that's what the make up sex is like.' Molly lay, with Sherlock's head in her chest, playing with his hair as he hummed in agreement. They fell asleep soon after wrapped up in each other's embrace.

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The next day brought a phone call from Lestrade and a fresh murder.

I hope I'm getting the right balance of the reality of living with Sherlock. It wouldn't be all hearts and flowers but I don't want it to be too awful.

I've got a nice surprise for Molly in the next chapter though so maybe Sherlock will gain a few brownie points.