Well, I'm impressed that so many of you have guessed the song correctly. A few more clues in this chapter so I'll leave it open for more guesses and I'll confirm it when I post the final chapter.

Anyway, shall we see how our erstwhile lovers are getting on.

Chapter 2

Once Molly had him fully inside her Sherlock gripped her hips a bit tighter in a bid to stop her moving and give him some time to get used to this feeling. His cock was buried so deep inside her and he could feel himself twitching and pulsing with his desire to ejaculate and he didn't want to come too soon. He was still reeling from how fast she had moved; he just hadn't been prepared for it either mentally or physically...not that he was complaining.

He heard her let out a moan and it seemed to seep through to his very bones making his hips rock up towards her.

'Touch me...God...please...'

She had one of her hands braced on his chest and she moved the other to cover his hand on her right hip and she encouraged him to move it up to her breast.

He was caught by just how soft her skin felt. His thumb brushed the underside as his palm covered that delicious fleshy mound and he found himself wanting to feel it in his mouth; to let his tongue circle her hard nipple.

She seemed to either sense it or feel the same because she leant over him and then held his head as he lifted it to meet her and as she did she started to move on his cock and he just hoped he could make her come before he did. His mind raced to try to recover any previous memories of sex; his own were hazy and drug fuelled so he searched for anything he'd seen on John's laptop or read in a medical book. It worked in two ways, it both gave him ideas to try and it helped to distract him from just how good she was making him feel.

He used his tongue and teeth to tease her breast and nipple before moving to the other side and as he did he felt her rocking harder against him, her moans and cries starting to escalate and he could only encourage her as he felt his own climax building inexorably. There was no stopping it now, he was going to come. He wanted so desperately to feel himself pulsing inside her, his seed coating her womb...he'd never felt so mortal and human.

At the last moment he heard her cry out his name and then he felt the fluttering of her muscles around his cock as she climaxed and it was the tipping point he needed. His thoughts just seemed to melt away as he thrust up into her, letting out a deep groan, as he came; riding the wave of pleasure that came with it.

It felt like minutes later when full awareness came back to him although he knew it must only have been seconds. Molly was sliding off him and sighing as she settled against his side once more and he just felt an overwhelming tiredness and feeling of being sated wash over him. For the first time in years he was completely at peace, his mind stilled and quiet.

He bent his head and kissed her forehead and she mumbled something incoherent and he knew she was as close to sleep as he was and so he closed his eyes and gave into it.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly woke up the next morning unsurprised to see the sun shining through her curtains. She stretched out blissfully and checked the clock on her bedside cabinet. It was just before ten.

As she blinked her eyes and contemplated getting out of bed to make a cuppa she frowned as she remembered the dream she'd had in the middle of the night. It had been such a lucid dream about having sex with Sherlock that it almost felt like an actual memory. She closed her eyes and she could actually feel the ache between her legs, the sensation of his mouth on her breast; his stubble scratching her sensitive skin. She brought her hand up and touched her breast feeling her nipple which had hardened just thinking about it.

She sat up and ran her hands through her hair but just as she was about to swing her legs out of the bed she heard a noise. It was loud enough and close enough to have her freezing where she sat; holding her breath so she could listen more closely. Yes...there was definitely someone moving around in her flat...in her kitchen to be more precise. Her heart hammered in her chest and she started to reach for her dressing gown before scrambling to drag it on when she heard whoever it was moving towards her bedroom.

Just as she wrapped the gown around her body the door opened and Sherlock came in carrying two mugs.

'Oh good, you're awake. Wasn't sure whether you'd want me to wake you or not. Tea?'

He held one of the mugs out to her and she quickly tied the belt of her gown before reaching to take it from him.

To say her mind was spinning was an understatement. How...how was he here and why did he look so similarly dressed to her? He was just wearing an old, pale blue, dressing gown of his that he'd left at her flat a year or so ago when he'd been using it as somewhere to escape to.

It also didn't help that she was beginning to realise that her dream might not have been a dream after all and she had no idea how to even start to process that piece of information.

'I...I need the loo. Sorry.'

He gave her a slightly bemused nod as he settled down onto the bed and she could feel his eyes on her as she hurriedly made her way round the bed and out of the door.

She hadn't been fully lying, she really did need the loo and to brush her teeth but she also needed to get a grip on her thoughts.

Why was he here? When had he even arrived? She knew that when she'd gone to bed exhausted the night before he absolutely hadn't been here. She also knew he hadn't said anything about coming over.

So, what else did she know? She closed her eyes and had a sudden remembrance of him sliding into the bed next to her, saying something about not being able to sleep...then her mind was just filled with images of them having sex.

She choked with shock when she suddenly recollected that she'd put her hand over his mouth and told him to stop talking. Oh God...had he been trying to stop her...had she taken advantage of him in his sleep?

She perched on the edge of the bath and shook her head. No, that was ridiculous, if he hadn't wanted to have sex with her he would have easily been able to stop it...so what did that mean? Had he wanted to?

There was no other way, she was going to have to go back out there and talk to him. It at least gave her some confidence that he had seemed more than comfortable with her this morning.

It didn't stop her heart from hammering in her chest though as she made her way into her bedroom. It also didn't help that Sherlock was now sat up in the bed, leaning against some pillows, with no gown on and the sheets pooling tantalisingly around his hips. She knew he was going to catch her trying to work out if he was naked if she looked for too long but it was so damn tempting.

When she got to her side she took a deep breath and then sat on top of the covers tucking her legs under her as she faced him.

'Sherlock.'

He looked at her with an amused look on his face...damn him, he knew how nervous she was.

'Molly.'

'What...what are you doing here?'

At that he frowned and tilted his head slightly as he looked at her and she could barely maintain eye contact with him.

'I told you last night. I couldn't sleep.'

'And we...did we...' She coughed, clearing her throat. 'Did we have sex?'

His eyes narrowed and he leant forward. 'Yes, we did. Why are you asking me that? You know we did...you initiated it.'

At him confirming her worst fears she closed her eyes for a moment and tried to focus but she felt a little nauseous and her heart was hammering again.

'I...God, I'm sorry Sherlock.'

He let out a huff. 'Molly, why are you apologising? I was perfectly happy for us to engage in sex. I confess we moved faster than I expected but I had absolutely no issues with it.'

'I just...I'm confused. I thought it was a dream, I didn't...I don't know how it happened?'

For the first time she saw Sherlock looking worried. His gaze flicked to the corner of the room and back again, a couple of worry lines forming between his eyebrows. 'Are you...are you saying you don't think it should have happened...that I should have stopped it?'

'No, no I think I'm just confused about how this all came about. Why you're in my bed? Why you're happy for us to engage in sex? It's just not like you.'

'Well, it is now. I had something of an epiphany over the last couple of days. It started back with that phone call. I...I knew when I said those words that I meant them...'

Molly heard herself take a quick intake of breath at that...her eyes widened as her heart skipped a beat. She knew exactly what he was referring to. That phone call that his sister had forced them into; the one where he'd said 'I love you' to her. At the time she'd been amazed by how real it had sounded but she had never even in her wildest dreams expected him to say he'd meant it.

He gave her a slight smile, as if he could imagine what she was thinking, but then he carried on.

'It was only when we spent time together over the last few days that I fully realised that I had to act on how I felt. And last night...I just couldn't sleep without you. I needed you...it was like a raw, visceral driving force that brought me to your bed. So, you see, when you started to touch me, initiating sex, I just assumed you wanted me too.'

Molly moved closer and put her hand on his where it lay on the duvet. 'I did...I do. So...so you're saying...' She closed her eyes for a moment, still too nervous to actually vocalise it in case she'd somehow misunderstood.

He must have sensed it because he turned his hand and threaded his fingers between her own before lifting her hand and slowly pressing his lips to the back of it.

'I'm saying I love you Molly Hooper and that I need you. I'm saying I want us to be together...in every sense.' His voice lowered and he looked up at her through his lashes. 'And I'm saying I want you to lose that robe and get back in bed with me so I can show you just how much I mean what I'm saying.'

Molly took a shuddering breath but she shook her head. 'No...I can't...I just...'

'Why can't you? It's not like we haven't already done it.'

'But...I didn't know you were real, I...I thought I was dreaming. I...'

He cocked his head to one side again and then smirked. 'Hmm maybe it's me who should take the lead this time.

He plucked the half-drunk cup of tea out of her hand and placed it on the bedside cabinet with his own and then he got to his knees and Molly's eyes were immediately drawn to the fact that the sheet had just slipped off him and he was as naked as she'd suspected he would be. He moved closer to her and she nervously looked up at him as he brought one hand up and gently caressed her cheek. It was such a loving gesture that she felt a warm burst of affection for him in her chest. The look in his eyes told her more than his words did about how he felt and she felt a smile of deep joy spreading over her face.

He smiled with her but looked puzzled.

'What?'

She grinned. 'You love me?'

At that he nodded. 'I really do and now I want to do what I realise we didn't do last night.'

This time it was her turn to be confused as she tried to think what he might mean.

She swallowed nervously. 'What didn't we do?'

'We didn't kiss Molly, and I want to kiss you right now.'

Do I even need to ask whether you think they should kiss? I didn't think so. Anyway, I hope you like how they sorted out their night time shenanigans, I wanted Molly to think it was a dream but didn't want it to come across as non-consensual and I hope I managed to tread that line.

Only one more chapter to go and it will be up later this week xx