Wow, I have had such a busy weekend. Had an absolutely brilliant time as I got to see the stage show of Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (which was a...mazing!) but at two shows totally over 5 hours it was tiring. But I'm back home now and looking forward to catching up on some sleep this week...I must be getting old ;).

Before I get that sleep though I have about a thousand chores to do and I need to post the next chapter of this little Fic. Posting before dusting that's what I say! Shall we see what's going to happen next?

Chapter 5

Molly told him the story of his sister as succinctly as she could but it lasted through the delivery and eating of the pizzas. Sherlock asked various questions some of which she could answer and some of which she couldn't and at the end he fell silent and she could see turmoil and emotion written all over his face.

She reached out her hand but hesitated before she touched his arm. 'Are you OK?'

He punched the seat of the settee between them making her jump and pull her hand back. 'No, dammit, I'm not OK. Why can't I remember? I hate the fact that my brain...my supposedly brilliant brain is useless. I hate that I'm sat here in a room I'm supposed to know surrounded by people who are strangers hearing stories about some fucking nightmare of a man who's supposed to be me.'

He leant forward and used his fists to slowly hit his forehead. Molly felt helpless in the face of his sudden outburst but she wasn't surprised by it. He'd been holding himself together too well...anyone would be stressed and scared by what he was going through.

She moved forwards and took one of his hands.

'Listen, I can't even imagine how you're feeling but I'll do whatever I can to help you. And...and you weren't and aren't a nightmare of a man. You're the man I love.'

He turned and she saw his expression morph from anger to lust in an instant.

'So love me then...be my distraction...' and then he pulled her to him into a blistering kiss.

Molly was too shocked by the turnabout to stop him and within a few seconds he had pushed her down onto the settee and settled his body over hers. His hands were either side of her head holding some of his weight off her but she could feel his hips pressed against her own and it set off a chain reaction in her body that sent desire spiralling through her.

His kiss was desperate, his tongue sliding against her own and she couldn't help but give into it once more. She knew she'd have to stop him before they went too far but not yet. She wanted to enjoy the moment, to indulge herself and him.

Her hands moved under his dressing gown then down and over his backside and she pulled him against her feeling the evidence of his own arousal hard against her centre and it had her moaning into his mouth.

He broke off the kiss and let his lips move along her jaw and down her neck and his left hand moved from the arm of the settee to settle over her breast.

'God, Molly, you're the only thing in my life that makes sense right now. The one thing that I'm certain of.'

Molly closed her eyes and let herself enjoy just how good it felt to have Sherlock Holmes want her. He started to suck and bite his way down her neck but when she felt him move his hand to the buttons on her blouse she knew she needed to stop him.

She took hold of his hand and pulled it away and he stilled, lifting his head so he could look at her.

'You're seriously saying no. From everything you've said you've wanted me for years and now here I am saying yes and you're saying no?' He said that last line incredulously and Molly bit her lip and took a deep breath.

'Yes, I'm saying no. Not no to everything obviously. But no to sex.'

'And what if I never get my memories back...what then? Surely we can't wait forever.' As if to prove his point he rocked his hips against hers and lowered his head so he could lick up from her collarbone to her jaw.

She felt her whole body shudder and she had to take a quick, gasping breath before she could speak. 'OK, well maybe not forever...but not now.'

'Fine. No sex, just kissing and torment.'

Molly couldn't help but smile at the very sherlockian disgruntlement in his voice but she didn't stop him from kissing her again. Instead she encouraged it, moving one of her hands into his hair so she could pull on his curls enjoying how it made him groan. She knew they were just teasing themselves but there was nothing wrong with that now they both knew where they stood.

She could have kissed him all night but she also knew that she ought to leave before things progressed too far and it was that fact that had her pushing him off in the end.

He was still grumbling as she put her jacket on. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist nuzzling her neck. 'Are you sure you have to go? My bed's just a few metres away.'

She smiled and shook her head. She'd never expected this kind of behaviour from him and maybe part of why she was reluctant to pursue things was because he wasn't acting like himself.

She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss only to finding him pouting afterwards. 'You know I'm going to have to have a cold shower when you go.'

That line had her giggling and she could hardly believe that she was turning him down. Leaving him was one of the hardest things she'd ever done.

'Listen, if you get bored tomorrow come into Barts. We can go through some of your experiments. You never know what might trigger some memories.'

'Fine, until tomorrow then Molly...I feel like I should be adding your surname. What is your surname?'

'Molly Hooper.'

He stood back and she turned to face him to find him frowning and mouthing her name to himself.

'What is it? Do you remember something?'

'There was a coffin...it was for you...'

Molly felt confused for a moment but then she remembered John telling her that Eurus had put a coffin in the room where Sherlock had made the call...she hadn't mentioned that part.

He looked down at his hands. 'I remember destroying it...I felt so angry and helpless. I'd hurt you.'

She put her hands over his holding them. 'You saved me Sherlock. You thought she was going to kill me and you saved me.'

He closed his eyes and leant his head against hers. 'The more I learn about my life the more it frightens me...stay with me...please. Not for sex just...I don't want to be alone.'

Molly took a moment to try to gather her thoughts but what could she say. He sounded so vulnerable and she'd never been able to deny him when he truly needed her.

'OK, I'll stay.'

'Thank you.'

He pressed his lips against hers but the passion from earlier had dissipated and it didn't last more than a couple of seconds. When he pulled away she smiled shyly at him.

'So, have you got anything I can sleep in? I didn't really come prepared for a sleep over.'

He returned her smile. 'I'm sure I can find something. Why don't you make some cups of tea and I'll find you a t shirt or shirt or something.'

She nodded her head and took her coat off once more before hanging it back up. As he walked into his bedroom she watched him go and then let out a sigh...what had she just agreed to? She'd never shared a bed with him before and certainly not when they were embarking on some sort of relationship and had spent most of the evening teasing each other.

As it was it felt somehow normal to be getting ready for bed, Molly told Sherlock all about how he'd solved a fake Jack the Ripper skeleton case with her over cups of tea as they sat in bed together; her wearing one of his shirts and him in his pyjamas. Neither of them touched the other or made a move to kiss the other person. Molly figured they both realised that there would be a danger that if they started they wouldn't stop. The only exception was when Sherlock turned the light out. He wrapped himself around Molly with his arm around her waist spooning her then he kissed the top of her head and whispered, 'good night Molly Hooper.'

She smiled in the darkness and gave her equally quiet response, 'good night Sherlock'.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

The night passed off surprisingly well. Molly had rarely felt safer as she slept and she slept well because of it. She woke up as daylight started to filter in through the gaps in the curtains and she took a moment to enjoy being in Sherlock's bed with him. He'd rolled away from her in the night and his face looked so peaceful as he slept that she couldn't bear to wake him. Instead she slid out of the bed and made her way through to the bathroom so she could take a quick shower. She figured after she could make them both a coffee and wake him up then.

As she got out of the shower and started to dry herself she heard movement in the kitchen. She smiled to herself thinking that Sherlock must have woken up in her absence and she was about to wrap the towel around herself and go say good morning when she heard John calling out.

'Morning, Sherlock. Hope you're decent, I'm bringing a coffee in.'

That had her freezing where she stood. She really didn't want to have to confront John when she wasn't dressed...what would he even think about her staying over?

She heard voices in the bedroom and then the two of them making their way back into the kitchen and she took the opportunity to use the connecting door back into Sherlock's bedroom. At least she could get dressed before confronting John.

A couple of minutes later and she tied her damp hair up into a ponytail before taking a deep breath and exiting the bedroom.

She made her way through into the kitchen hearing John chatting to Sherlock as she did.

'...normally start the day going through your e-mails. We both have websites though mines more...'

He broke off as Molly entered the room and she could almost see his thought processes as he looked at her in shock.

'Molly! What are you...did you sleep over?'

She smiled shyly at him. 'Yes, Sherlock asked me to and I...'

'He asked you to...that was all it took? He's got no memory Molly...how could you take advantage of him like that?'

Her mouth fell open at his blatant accusation. It was the exact reason why she had been so reluctant to embark on anything with Sherlock being thrown right back in her face.

'I...we didn't do anything...'

Sherlock took a step towards Molly but turned towards the shorter man. 'Molly and I are together John, I don't see why you should have a problem with it or, in fact, why it's any of your business?'

'Any of my business...Sherlock you've suffered a head injury, you don't remember anything about who you really are. I expected more of you Molly I really did.'

He was close to shouting by the end of the sentence and Molly felt anger and frustration overwhelming her but between him and Sherlock she could barely get a word in edgeways.

'Don't talk to my Molly like that. You're talking about the woman I love.'

John's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline at that statement and he took a step back in shock. 'You love? You don't love Molly. You've never loved anyone in your life...except maybe Irene.'

Sherlock frowned. 'Who the hell is Irene?'

John turned to Molly. 'Listen, maybe you should just go. I can sort this out with Sherlock.'

Sherlock immediately put his hand out. 'No, she's not going anywhere.'

John stepped forward and roughly took hold of his arm. 'Listen Sherlock...'

But as he touched Sherlock the taller man seemed to crumble and fall back onto one of the kitchen chairs. He cried out in shock and put his hands up in front of his face, as though to fend off an attack.

John looked shocked before trying to take a step forward towards his friend but Sherlock looked at him in fear and anger and put his hands out to stop him getting closer. 'You hit me.'

John let out a sharp laugh. 'Which time?'

Sherlock frowned and looked up at him. 'You kicked me...I was down on the ground and you were kicking me...I thought you were my friend.'

John sighed and Molly saw the pain of losing Mary wash over his features and it was probably that which led to his irresponsible outburst. 'Yes well you'd killed my wife...we called it quits.'

Sherlock let out a choked noise. 'I killed your wife? Molly?' He turned to her looking agonised and confused. 'Did I kill his wife?'

Molly shook her head. 'No, of course you didn't. Look John, this is getting out of hand. Just...just go and have a coffee with Mrs Hudson and let me explain this to Sherlock then I'll come and get you before I leave.

John took a moment, looking at both her and then Sherlock, then he nodded his head, turned on his heel and left.

Looks like Sherlock's friendship with John is going from bad to worse at the moment, just as his relationship with Molly is intensifying. I hope you like how it's all progressing and how Sherlock is dealing, or not dealing, with all these revelations.