Molly awoke surrounded with luxury. The sheets were like heaven and the bed so soft it was like sleeping on air. The Egyptian cotton felt so smooth against her bare skin.

Bare skin?

She giggled, the memory of the night coming back to her. She sat up, pondering where the man was. Mycroft walked in from what looked like a huge wardrobe the size of Molly's bedroom, doing his shirt up, a tie draped round his shoulders.

"I didn't want to wake you." he went in for a kiss, taking a cheeky glance down at her nude form covered in the sheet. She blushed.

"I'm afraid I have to go to my mothers."

She looked at him sitting on the bed, "With Sherlock and John?" Molly frowned.

"Yes. It will be tedious and the boys will try to get back at me for talking with Mummy."

She smiled and reached to do up his tie, "I won't say you don't deserve it, but I suppose they did need a bit of nudging in the right direction."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows, "Your not jealous?"

"Maybe a little bit. But not nearly as much as I would be if you hadn't started dating me." she looked at his face. It displayed no emotion but she knew deep down that he hated the fact she still had a crush on his brother.

"Hey," she said, cupping his chin with her hand, "I've never been so excited about a relationship than I am about with this one. And considering I've had a thing for Sherlock for, hmmm, three years, I think that after two days you've done very well curing me of him."

"Curing you. I didn't realise you were ill." he smirked.

"Neither was I." she said matter-of-factly. Molly smiled and leaned in to kiss him properly.

"Dr. Hooper, you will rumple my shirt!" he laughed against her mouth.

"Maybe I want to. When do you leave?"

Mycroft looked down at his watch. "Not for another hour and a half. I like to have I long morning."

"In that case I shall have a shower and have breakfast with you. If that alright."

"That's most desirable."

"I may take you up on that tour. Your shower is...?"

"The door next to the wardrobe."

Xxx

The shower was amazing, there were more shampoos and shower gels then a brach of Boots (naturally, she had to try them all out) and now she was sitting opposite Mycroft having breakfast in his lavish dining room. Her dress was a little crinkled but that didn't matter. She couldn't find her knickers.

Mycroft smiled at her, tucking into his bacon with vigour.

"I like a man that likes to eat." Molly said absentmindedly.

He chuckled, "I may have a high flying job but I always make time for three square meals."

"Good. Lack of appetite is weird."

"I quite agree." he nodded.

"Maybe I could cook for you one day?"

"I'd like that." His smile got bigger.

Xxx

The tour included the kitchen (huge), the drawing room (massive), the spare bedrooms (five, each bigger than the next), his personal bathroom (she could lie down flat in it with room to spare), and finally the library. She gasped, looking at the tomes that sat on wall high shelves in a room that was not only the biggest floor space wise, but also twice as high as any other.

There was a fire place and a desk that looked out at London in all it's beautiful glory. His empire she thought to herself.

"This is my favourite room."

"I know."

He looked down at her, "You do?"

"It's the only room in the house that's truly homey. It's got your stamp on it."

There was an armchair next to the fire for reading books. Just one. Molly considered that, even though it would be normal to have two chairs, he didn't because the extra chair would remind him that he was alone. This was his special room, the one he didn't show anyone, because it was part of him.

"We need to get another chair."

"We?"

Se nodded, "If I'm going to be spending more time here I have a sneaking suspicion that it will be in here. That's your chair. I need one."

Mycroft turned her so they were facing each other. He looked into her eyes, an unreadable expression on his face. He suddenly pulled her close and held her. Molly folded her arms round him to return the embrace. They stayed like that for some time. He then tilted her head up and kissed her.

"Thank you Molly." Their foreheads touched as he spoke. "Now, let's get you home."

Xxx

The car journey was spent in companionable silence. When they got to her flat Mycroft walked Molly to the door and kissed her on the step.

"Tell me how today goes." she said as she opened the door.

"Will do. See you tomorrow?"

"fraid not handsome, going to my mothers. Do you mind if I tell her?"

"Dr. Hopper, we have already considered buying chairs. I think we're getting quite serious don't you?"

"Yeah, I do."

He grinned, "I like it."

She grinned back, "So do I."

A few people have said that maybe Molly and Mycroft are going a bit fast and perhaps they are, but Mycroft seems like a very driven man and if he wants something he'll get it. Not sure if I'll write a chapter on Mummy Hooper. Your welocme to order me to if you wish.