It seems you all want to know what's going to happen next and because you all asked so nicely here it is. Sherlock's going a bit darker though…his choice, not mine.

Chapter 14

It was the next day before John was able to go round to Molly's flat and it was a relief when she finally answered the door. She'd been crying, that much was obvious from her puffy eyes and slightly reddened nose.

'Oh hey John. I take it you've seen Sherlock.'

'Yes, can I come in for a bit, maybe have a chat?'

'I suppose.' She left the door open for him and made her way back into the front room with John following. 'Sorry about the mess, I haven't had chance to unpack everything yet.'

He looked around at the bags, some open with items spilling out, the empty carry cot on the floor and car seat to one side.

'Matty's just gone down for his afternoon nap so we should have at least an hour. Tea?'

'No, thanks. I just had one at home.'

She sat down on the settee and John joined her.

'How is he…Sherlock?'

'Not good Molly. I'd say he's feeling hurt and rejected. He said you never spoke to him about leaving.'

Molly averted her eyes and he saw colour rising in her cheeks. 'I…no, no I didn't. I didn't think us going would bother him so much.'

'Look Molly, I know Sherlock can be a pain in the backside to live with, believe me I know, but you took his son…without warning…that's a bit not good.'

Molly put her head in her hands and let out a sob. 'I know…God, I know. I just wasn't thinking straight. I just knew I needed to get out of there. After the previous night I just couldn't stay.'

John put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her and she looked up at him, her eyes red rimmed. She took a shaky breath. 'Did he tell you what happened?'

John nodded.

'So you see then. I couldn't stay; it's too painful, too hard. Living with him day in and day out and not being able to be in a relationship with him. I…I can't do it.'

John sighed and rubbed a hand over his face. 'Listen, Molly, there are things that aren't my place to say but…are you sure you've read this situation right? Sherlock isn't the same man that he was a year ago, we both know that. So much has changed for him and…well…it's taking him some time to come to terms with it all and to accept how it has changed him. But he needs you and he needs his son…just, please don't abandon him…not now.'

Molly looked at him confused. 'What are you saying?'

John held his hands up. 'Nothing, I'm saying nothing…I've probably said too much already.'

They were silent for a moment and then John touched Molly's shoulder again making her look up at him.

'Listen, I've got a few hours free. Why don't I look after Matty for you and you can go and see Sherlock and sort this out.'

Molly frowned. 'Are you sure?'

'Yes I'm sure. I think I owe you some baby-sitting after all you've done for Rosie and me recently. Go and see him…and Molly…be gentle with him, underneath all that bravado he's just a man.'

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Molly still didn't quite know what John had meant in their chat but she had freshened herself up and treated herself to a taxi to Baker St. One thing she was clear on was her need to apologise to Sherlock. John had been right; she should never have taken Matty away from him without any warning.

Even Mrs Hudson was a little cold with her when she answered the door and it made Molly feel guilty all over again as she made her way up the steps to the flat which until recently she'd thought of as being her home.

She walked into the flat and looked around but there was no sign of Sherlock. She let out a breath of air, relaxing a little, and made her way through to the kitchen thinking she might make them both tea but just as she turned the corner he exited his bedroom and she felt as though all the air had left the flat.

He was dressed in a very expensive black suit with a fitted white shirt underneath. He was glancing down adjusting the cuff on his right wrist and he looked so handsome and so forbidding that Molly felt her heart leap into her throat.

He looked up at her and narrowed his eyes and he gaze was so cold and uncaring that it was like seeing the Sherlock from five years ago before they'd ever become friends, before they'd ever had sex and conceived a baby and she felt a shiver of nervousness run through her.

'Molly, did you leave something behind? If so I suggest you collect it and go, I'm busy.'

She swallowed and forced herself to straighten up and hold her head up, refusing to be intimidated by him. She knew him, she saw him and he was just a frightened boy locking his feelings away so he wouldn't get hurt and it was all her fault…she saw that now.

'The only thing I left behind was you…and no, you're not busy. If you had a case you'd have left your bedroom faster and reached for your coat but you didn't…and I know you have no urgent experiments because I've been helping you with them.'

He sniffed. 'So what do you want then Molly?'

She took a step back into the front room and gestured towards the settee. 'Can we talk…please?'

He hesitated and then brushed past her and sat in his chair crossing his legs and drumming his fingers on the arms of it.

Molly closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, he wasn't going to make this easy for her. Then she turned and shrugged off her jacket before sitting down in the chair opposite him.

'Listen Sherlock I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you felt I was using you and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you that Matty was yours but most of all I'm sorry that I didn't talk to you about leaving but…but you have to know how difficult this is for me.'

He cocked his head to one side. 'Is that everything? Do you feel better now?'

Molly wanted to scream at him. He wasn't giving her an inch and she didn't know how to break through his facade.

'No that's not everything and no I'm not feeling better. Are you? What can I do to make it up to you?'

'Nothing Molly, there's nothing you need to do. I'm better off as I am…alone.'

He stood and rebuttoned his jacket, such a simple gesture fuelled by habit but Molly found it so damned sexy and it made her mouth run dry.

There was something there, something nagging at her below the surface of her mind, something she was scared to consider but she had to consider it and she had to see if she was right.

She swallowed and stood with him standing in front of him before lifting her head to look into his eyes. They were still so cold and she almost wanted to flinch, to look away, but she forced herself to hold his gaze before letting her eyes move to his lips.

They twisted into a sneer. 'What's up Molly, feeling horny again? Need me to scratch an itch.'

She ignored his taunts and moved closer putting her hand over his heart. 'No, I want you to make love to me.' Her heart was back in her throat again, the noise of it thundering in her ears. If she'd got this wrong she was going to be completely humiliated.

'I'm not sure I'm the right person to ask for gentleness, not right now.'

She felt a sudden swirl of lust low in her belly and as she glanced back up at his eyes she saw something other than coldness, a flicker of something else…desire? She also saw him swallow heavily and she decided to press on.

'I…I'll take whatever you want to give me. I think I owe you that much.'

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and pulled it away from his chest. 'I don't want anything that you feel is owed to me. You owe me nothing.'

Molly shook her head. 'No, that's not what I meant…you know that's not what I meant. Please Sherlock…you're hurting me.'

His grip loosened slightly but not enough for her to pull away. He seemed so tall and still so intimidating but there wasn't a single part of Molly that was scared of him. She knew he wouldn't intentionally hurt her…not physically.

'What do you want from me Molly?'

'I don't know…I want your forgiveness…I want your punishment but either way I want you…I've always wanted you.'

There was a brief pause as they looked at each other and Molly had no idea whether this would work but then he moved and his mouth crashed against hers. She found herself being pushed back, her feet stumbling as he moved her backwards until her spine hit the wall with a thud. In one move he tore the buttons off the front of her shirt sending them scattering across the floor but all she could do was cling onto him as his tongue invaded her mouth. Her mind was spinning with the intensity of his actions. She thought she had seen Sherlock at his most passionate but she had been wrong…dead wrong.

He reached behind her and undid her bra with a flick of his hand and then pulled it and the remains of her shirt off her arms, then those strong hands were on her body squeezing her skin, possessing her and she felt so turned on that she hardly knew what to do with herself.

His mouth moved from hers and he sucked on the skin at her neck marking her, branding her and all she could do was curl her hands into his hair and let her head fall back on the wall as she gave into his touch.

'You're mine Molly, do you understand…mine…you've invaded my world, my senses and my body. You make me want to do things I never thought I'd want to do. Yes I'll make love to you, but not now, not today. Today I'm angry and I just want to fuck you.'

Molly groaned and felt a flood of heat between her legs and she knew she was damp and sticky and ready for him.

He seemed to lift her with ease so that her chest was level with his mouth . She wrapped her legs around his hips and then he bit down on her nipple until she whined and pushed herself against his erection which was thick and hard between her legs even through the material of their trousers.

She was starting to say his name, begging him for more and when his hips rocked against hers it sent a wave of pure lust through her; she knew it wouldn't be long before she came…she just hoped that her cries weren't carrying downstairs to Mrs Hudson's flat but she couldn't stop them…he was overwhelming her.

Just as she thought she might orgasm without him even needing to give her any other stimulation he dropped her back to the floor and stepped away.

If you're good you can have one more chapter again tomorrow. Tell me, how do you like your Sherlock; virginal and unsure, dark and domineering, flirty and experienced or something else entirely?