A/N: Day 13: The things you make me do/guilty pleasures (from that Supernatural series prompt list I've been using.) Set during HLV and rated T for infidelity.
It's wrong, she knows it's wrong (we're cheaters, oh my god, my mother would be so ashamed of us right now), but she can't help but enjoy it. Lying in Sherlock's arms, cradled in his loving embrace when she's still technically engaged and he's technically dating Janine - Oh, lord, it's so, so wrong.
But she can't keep away from him, nor he from her. He's asked her not to break up with Tom just yet, to deflect any suspicion that they might be colluding (because of course anyone with eyes would know exactly who she'd dumped her fiancé for). And she'd agreed, of course she had; when had she ever been able to say no to Sherlock?
Never, she admits silently. She holds him tighter; either sensing her sudden bout of guilt or simply responding to her embrace, Sherlock holds her just as tightly. He drops a kiss to the top of her head. "Just a few more days," he whispers. "This will all be over by then."
"No it won't," she whispers back. "Not until that poisonous snake Magnussen has been dealt with. You said it yourself; if he ever suspected I was one of your pressure points, it would be all over. Mary would never escape his talons, nor would Lady Smallwood or your brother." She tilted her head to better see him. "Did you ever deduce what it is he has over Mycroft?"
Sherlock shook his head. "No - that is, not yet," he clarified. His gaze turned steely. "But I will, never doubt that, Molly."
She met his gaze squarely. "When have I ever doubted you, Sherlock?" She gave a rueful shake of her head. "The things you make me do…"
He raised his eyebrows. "The things I make you do? Hmm, I suppose I do have a few ideas…"
There was no mistaking the gleam in his eyes; when he pressed her back against the pillows and kissed her, over and over again, all she could do was close her eyes and surrender to the guilty pleasures of the moment.