Hey, hey I'm back...not that I've been anywhere...at least not physically...in my head though, well that's always a different matter. Sorry, I'm getting a bit off track.

I'm glad you enjoyed the last chapter, particularly Mrs Hooper and Mary. So now that Molly has her libedo back and her eye on Sherlock shall we see what happens...

Chapter 22

Up until this week Sherlock had felt as if he was getting himself back on track. Yes having a baby in his home was disruptive just as Mrs Hooper had said but he simply adored his son and he and Molly had coped well so far. He tended to stay up late so did the night feeds and Molly tended to get up early so she did the morning feeds and between them they had got into a bit of a rhythm. He'd even been able to solve two big cases without any particular arguments other than when he'd stood on the settee to pin up his pictures when Molly was already sat on it feeding Matthew.

He'd thought that he'd got the 'sex thing' under control...Molly hadn't been in the mood for it anyway and between the cases and fatherhood he had hardly even thought about it.

It had all come crashing down this week though and he wasn't exactly sure what had changed or why.

In some way he was blaming Molly. Her reactions to him had been "off" over the last few days. Where her attention had been solely focused on Matthew that seemed to have shifted recently. He was aware of her eyes following him around the room or watching him if he was sat in his chair and the odd time he actually caught her doing it he could only describe the look in her eyes as hungry. Seeing it seemed to reawaken something in him and the last two nights his dreams had been plagued with thoughts and images of her.

He decided he needed to get out of the house and luckily a friend of Molly's was coming around and so it gave him an excuse. He spent the day at Barts although being there did little to take his mind off Molly. Everywhere he looked held memories of her and he found himself remembering telling her that he wanted to have sex with her here. He chuckled to himself at her outraged response but he knew he could have persuaded her if he'd got the chance.

But he never did get the chance...and now, if he followed through on his decision to forgo sex, to give her up, he never would...

It seemed a bleak prospect.

As he left Barts that evening he made a last minute decision to go and visit Mycroft before going back home. If anyone was going to confirm that his decision of abstinence was the right one it would be Mycroft. The man didn't have a romantic bone in his body, which was a shame for his secretary whom he knew had long had a crush on her boss...so had Lestrade for that matter.

He found him in his normal private room at the Diogenes club and joined him for a very welcome double whisky.

'So, brother, how is fatherhood treating you? Is my nephew showing any troubling signs yet?'

Sherlock rolled his eyes. 'No, none. He does seem intelligent, he's already developing early but given what you and our parents have told me about Eurus as a baby I don't think we have anything to worry about.'

Mycroft's shoulders relaxed a little. 'Well that's a relief. I must say I was concerned when I found out about your ill-advised enterprise with Dr Hooper. A word to the wise, our parents are threatening to come back and stay for a week. It seems their visit a fortnight ago was not sufficient...whatever that means. Mother is even threatening to make me babysit so you and Molly can have a break.'

Sherlock smirked at that and his brother frowned. 'It's not going to happen. If you need a break I will happily fund a nanny. After all you know I don't like field work and that is doubled if there are nappies involved. No, I'm happy to be an uncle from the sidelines, I'll sponsor him a place at Eton or buy him his first car...I'm sure you'll let me know what is appropriate.'

Sherlock smiled again...this could be profitable.

Mycroft ordered them another round of drinks and then leant forward. 'Listen, I've been thinking about your request for increased security for Dr Hooper and Matthew. As you know I will do what I can but there are limits to what I can request for those outside of my direct family. If she were to continue to remain in Baker St that would be different.'

Sherlock shook his head. 'No, I've already asked her and she declined the offer.'

Mycroft raised an eyebrow. 'Really, that is surprising. I thought she had a "thing" for you.'

Sherlock shrugged but stayed quiet, letting his brother carry on.

'As you know Mother has also been talking about how we can best make provisions for the child and to ensure that your rights are secured. As things currently stand you are leaving an awful lot to trust and that's never good.

Have you, and please hear me out on this, have you considered asking Dr Hooper to marry you? It would effectively kill two birds with one stone. I would be able to increase security, no questions asked...even if she doesn't live with you...plus your legal rights as Matthew's father would be secured.'

Sherlock narrowed his eyes and put down his empty glass. 'You...you're suggesting marriage? I thought you were against all things emotional.'

Mycroft scoffed. 'I never mentioned feelings brother, although it tells me something that that is the conclusion you leapt to. No, I'm talking about a marriage of convenience. Have a think about it...it makes sense.'

Sherlock declined a third drink and thoughtfully made his way back to Baker St. He tried to imagine himself married...or even asking Molly to marry him but he couldn't seem to reconcile it in his head although he could definitely see the merits in his brother's argument. He'd certainly have to give it more thought before he broached the subject with Molly.

He glanced at his watch and hurried his stride, it was just after ten and it was around this time that he would normally take over looking after Matthew so that Molly could get a good night's sleep.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly sat nervously in the darkened front room at Baker St waiting for Sherlock to return. It was a little after ten and he'd normally be home by now: she prayed that tonight wasn't the night that he didn't make it back. It would ruin all her plans...or should she say Mary's plans...damn her.

It had all seemed like a bit of fun and well worth the risk but now she was here and waiting for him she felt a little ridiculous...not to mention terrified: terrified that he'd reject her once and for all. If that happened she knew she'd need to move out and try to put a bit of distance between them but that would be extra hard now that they had Matthew.

She decided to pour herself another drink for courage and it was when she was in the kitchen taking her first sip of it that she heard the door opening downstairs. This was it...he was home!

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock made his way upstairs and wondered if Molly and Matthew were already asleep. It seemed very quiet. It was only as he turned the stairs that he saw a dim light leaking out from the kitchen and he knew Molly must still be up. He tried to ignore the way his heart seemed to flip in his chest at the thought of seeing her. He needed to try to master these feelings.

He kept the noise down as he made his way in so as to not wake Matthew if he was in the room but there was no sign of him and so he made his way through into the kitchen and saw Molly leaning against the kitchen side. She looked...different.

'Molly? What's going on? Where's Matthew?'

She took a moment before she answered him and he could see obvious signs that she was nervous for some reason.

'He...he's downstairs. Mrs Hudson is looking after him tonight.'

He narrowed his eyes and removed his coat before making his way over to her. She was wearing his blue dressing gown tied loosely at her waist with her hair down and make up on her face and he knew...he suddenly knew what she was going to do and his body was already betraying him and reacting to her.

'Do you want a drink?'

She held up the red wine and he shook his head. 'No, I've already had a couple with my brother.'

Her face seemed to fall a little. 'Oh...OK.'

Had her plan been to get him drunk?

She took up the conversation as she put her glass down and took a couple of steps closer to him.

'So...I...I was doing some laundry...getting your suits ready for the dry cleaners and I found something.'

He looked at her appraisingly...not knowing where she was going with this...watching as her hand toyed with the belt of the gown. His throat felt dry and he swallowed awkwardly before he spoke.

'What did you find?'

She was looking up at him now through eye lashes coated in mascara...she didn't need make up to enhance her beauty.

She gave him what he could only describe as a wicked smile.

'I found these...'

With that statement she pulled the belt until the bow came undone and the gown fell open revealing the sheer bra and thong set that she'd worn all those months ago when she'd come to him as a client.

In the space of a split second his mind recollected all his stored memories of that night and he remembered putting her pants in his pocket whilst telling her that he was going to keep them.

He just couldn't stop his eyes from flicking over her body and he knew it was a mistake to look. Since the moment he'd entered into the room and realised her intentions he had been getting hard and this just made him ache for her.

She took a final step into his space so that he had to look down at her and she let her hands rest on his waist...the instant she did he felt his heart rate quicken and more blood pulsing into his cock.

'I'll be honest Sherlock. Seeing you day in day out in these suits just makes me want to strip you out of them and...and God...I'm so fucking horny and you're driving me mad. Do you...do you still want me?'

He could tell she was losing her nerve in the face of his silence. All he had to do was say no...to tell her he didn't want her. Or even better he could just turn around and go into his bedroom. He opened his mouth to say it...to tell her no but instead he heard himself saying 'that thong is mine, I want it back.'

It was like a damn bursting. All his pent up need and feelings come flooding out as he picked her up and moved her onto the edge of the kitchen work top. He could feel the heat between her legs and taste the wine on her tongue as he eagerly thrust his own into her mouth as they kissed. She felt nothing less than sublime as she wrapped her legs around his hips and he was already starting to rock and rut against her.

She pushed his jacket off his shoulders before pulling his shirt from his trousers and he quickly unhooked her bra; wanting to feel her breasts, to take them into his mouth. She was still a cup size bigger than she had been before being pregnant and he loved the way she was spilling out of the sheer material. It felt like months since he had really been able to let loose on her body without having to be careful and it had him feeling desperate. He already knew that once tonight would not be enough for either of them. They'd both been subconsciously building up to this and now all bets were off.

I seriously doubt that any of you are surprised at Sherlock giving in but I hope you like how Molly went about it...and what about that conversation with Mycroft...I'd love to know your thoughts xx