Molly Hooper pushed Sherlock off of her angrily and with her hands on her hips glared up at him .

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

Earlier, that day.

"Molly!" The happy voice of Mary Morstan exclaimed through the phone. "Do you know what's happening tonight?"

Molly smirked knowingly and decided to tease her a bit.

"No, Mary I'm afraid I can't remember." She said innocently.

"Well, let's just say that tomorrow, one of my best friends is going to get married to London's biggest idiot so we were planning to go with a few common friends to a striptease club to give her the best hen night on history!." Mary responded returning the teasing. "Do you remember now?"

Molly laughed, since the second incident with Moriarty, Sherlock had finally pulled his head out of his ass and admitted his feelings for her. They hadn't even been dating seven months before he dropped to his knees and asked her hand in marriage. She had joked a bit, saying that why he would want to marry only her hand instead all of her, but the expression on his face, told her that he was deadly serious and wanted her to be his wife. She had accepted without thinking it twice.

"Yes, I think so, Mary. So… where are we going?"

"To the most expensive, modern, with the hottest guys, and exclusive club of London, The Dark Raven!"

Molly couldn't help but gasp, only girls from upper class were allowed to go into that kind of clubs, well given that she was going to be the sister in law of Mycroft Holmes, that was logical.

"And what are you going to do with Charlotte?"

"She stays with her father and uncles, because Mrs. Hudson is comming with us!"

"Oh… well, it's… it's great. Are you sure John won't mind?"

"Not even a little, his own stag night was 'a complete and utter disaster' as Sherlock likes to call it. They don't want to repeat it again, much to Greg and Mike's dismay."

"Sooo… we are child free?" Molly asked bitting back a smile.

"Yes, we are!"

Molly was going to be late to her own hen night, but it wasn't her fault. Instead of dressing, she had spent the afternoon scolding at her bloody fiance because the smug bastard had experimented with jelly, (again) and had left the kitchen in a state of mess.

She had to dress up and make up in less than thirty minutes, so she barely noticed Sherlock smirking behind the paper, she also barely noticed the slap he gave her ass when she leaned to get her bag and she barely noticed that he was wearing his signature belstaff and scarf, as if he was also going out.

She didn't noticed, because that night was going to have fun. And her future husband wouldn't spoil it.

She reunited with Mary, Mrs. Hudson, Anthea and Sally at the entrance of the club.

"It was about bloody time! What where you doing?" Mary asked.

"Sorry girls, but Sherlock was experimenting again, soo… well I think you guess what happened."

"You shouldn't let the fre-, Sherlock take so many liberties, he should learn to be more careful." Sally reprimanded her.

"Girls, it's Sherlock! We wouldn't want him otherwise." Mrs. Hudson said cheerfully.

"Guess, you're right." Molly sighed.

"Ladies, let's get in there's a lot of men inside there waiting for us!" Mary exclaimed.

"Well, technically they aren't waiting for us especifically…" Anthea corrected her.

Mary ignored her and marched towards the club, with the rest following her hesitantly. Inside, the club was amazing, it mixed the white of the walls with the black of the furniture perfectly, several women were shouting and throwing bills at a man dressed as a firefighter, while others were on the dance floor and other group were getting drunk on the bar.

"Look how many hot guys are here! I don't know where to start!"

Everyone looked in surprise at Mrs. Hudson, who only shrugged.

"No need to be so prude, dears. I'm also a woman."

"Girls! let's search for the hottest guy in here so he can do a priate dance for Molly!" Shouted Mary.

"What?" Molly asked dumbfounded.

They found the manager of the club, a fat and ugly man on his forties who was looking at some messages on his expensive looking phone.

"Excuse me? who is the best dancer in this club? We would like him to have a private dance with her." Mary asked.

The man looked at them with disdain.

"Have you brought money?" He growled.

Mary huffed and pulled out a big bundle of money from her bag.

"Here it is, can you give us the guy now please?" She asked again with venom on her voice. The man was distracted from his phone and rudely counted the money in front of them to ensure it was the appropiate amount. When he finished, he threw them a digusting smile.

"Alright, ladies, it's all in order. We have a new guy, I think name is Julian, he has been less than a week in here but he has managed to gain a foothold in the business quite nicely. I'll call him now."

The man went again to his phone and started typing. In less than five minutes a tall guy with blonde, almost white hair, brown eyes, dressed in a black leather vest, black leather pants and black boots. Was taking Molly's hand and giding her towards a room.

She was too distracted admiring the man's toned arm muscles to notice the encouraging shouts and laughs that her friends where sending towards them.

Once in the room she was sat on a chair, with the stranger leaning over her. They were so close that she almost could touch his chest with her nose.

"Enjoy the dance, precious." Julian said with a heavy russian accent.

Soft jazz music began to fill the room and the man started his sensual dance. Soon, his vest fell off to the ground and she could admire lustfully how well built was the stripper, it was a shame she was too shy to touch his well defined abs and pecs.

Julian smirked knowingly and while he danced, he grabbed her small hand in his bigger one and guided it towards his torso, massaging it tenderly.

With her face flushed like a tomato she dared to look at the stranger's eyes, and then froze.

No… He wouldn't dare, would he?

But yes, there he was, he had dyed his hair (she never knew how the fuck did he managed to do it so quickly) and put contact lenses, but the rest was the same, the same high cheeckbones, the same cupid's bow lips and the same arrogant smirk on his face.

Fucking asshole… She thought.

Her hot stripper was Sherlock Holmes.

Now…

Molly Hooper pushed Sherlock off of her angrily and with her hands on her hips glared up at him .

"What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing. Here?"

Sherlock had the nerve to look confused and cocked his head to the side.

"Excuse me miss?" He said. She arched an eyebrow.

"Sherlock, I know it's you."

Sherlock sighed and crossed his arms petulantly.

"How did yo know it was me?"

She rolled her eyes in frustration.

"I'll be damned if I couldn't recognise my future husband when I have him in front of me."

"You didn't seem to recognise me before."

Molly's eyes grew wide and flushed.

"Yes, but that was because… because…"

Sherlock smirked wickedly.

"Because you were too distracted admiring 'Julian', am I right? hmmm…. Should I be jealous? That wasn't my purpose at all."

"And what was your purpose, Mr. Holmes?" She said angrily.

"To make sure you didn't get smitten with some boy that is working here to pay his studies. There's only one man whom you should see undress himself and that's me." He answered sulking.

"So you were jealous?" She asked tentatively. Sherlock pouted and looked at the other side.

"No, I wasn't. And since you have discovered me I suppose I should leave and let you have your hen night."

He moved to leave the room, but was stopped by a hand on his arm. He looked at Molly hopefully. "Well…" She started speaking " Since you are here, I suppose you should finish what you have started…" She finished devilishly.