A/N: I have a healthy obsession with Ariana Grande's song "Dangerous Woman" and well, this happened. lol.

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Sex and sweat. Heat and skin. Soft and hard. Molly's explicit thoughts pounded around in her mind as hard as the driving beat of her favorite song. She felt so turned on as her body uninhibitedly flowed and curved on the overflowing dance floor.

"Something 'bout, something 'bout, something 'bout you….makes me feel,"

Her hands fisted in luscious, black curls. Pulling, tugging and pushing….yeah. She closed her eyes as anonymous bodies brushed against hers in the darkness of the club. No one cared that she danced alone. No one knew her. No one judged her. All they saw was a beautiful woman wearing a hardly there black dress with her hair loose and flowing down her back.

"Makes me feel like a dangerous woman,"

Sporadic flashes of dance floor lights bled through her tightly shut eyes. She lifted her arms above her head as her hips swayed and her thighs slid sensually against each other. She squeezed them together as she imagined long, strong masculine fingers running up her legs, over her silk stockings and blue green eyes peering up at her as cool to the touch lips followed the same trail.

"Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn't,"

Her arms dropped to her chest to feel and savor the weight of her tender breasts. She pushed them up offering them to the phantom lover who danced with her. But he was no phantom, he was a man she couldn't have. Or was he? She could have him here. In her mind. Against her body.

Yes, she could have him here.

"I wanna savor, save it for later,"

Sherlock watched as a wicked smile formed on Molly's lips as he stood in the shadows of the club he followed her to. His body was aflame and his eyes were riveted on her. Every seductive and tantalizing move she made as she danced would be forever seared in his eidetic memory. He greedily saved the experiences she unknowingly shared with him in a very special room in his mind palace. Ever since he first stumbled across her private midnight ventures to clubs while on a case, he couldn't stop following her. Couldn't stop watching. Coveting.

He could allow himself this pleasure. He could have her here. His Molly.