Chapter 7

Sorry this is so short. Im really ill, I have Covid and hoping I recover soon. I hope you enjoy this chapter regardless. I promise the next chapter will be longer. I also have another Molly/Sherlock fic in the works so that should be coming out next week as well.

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As Molly awoke she noticed two things…one, she had no duvet on her, and two, Sherlock was a bed hog. She looked down and saw he was half lying on her and his hand was settled on her right breast possessively. She looked up towards the ceiling and smiled, she had never been this happy. As she continued her thoughts of happiness, she glided her fingers through his soft curls and closed her eyes in contentment. She felt a light feathering of kisses between her breasts and knew Sherlock was waking up. She looked down and saw that his chin had settled on her sternum and he was smiling up at her.

"Good Morning Mr Holmes."

"Good Morning Dr Hooper."

They both leaned in and kissed each other softly. She felt him grind his hips into her suggestively, she bit her lip and closed her eyes relishing in the sensation.

"I want you, Molly" Sherlock said in a low growl.

He crashed his lips into hers again, his tongue begged for entrance and the kiss deepened. Molly trembled at his touch as he began to trace his fingers down her cheek to her neck. As his hands moved down her body towards her leg and enter her, there was a knock at the door.

"Just ignore it, maybe they will go away." Molly moaned then whispered hurriedly. Both panting heavily with desire, want and need. Mycroft's voice came booming through from the outside of suite,

"Brother mine would you open the door, I have urgent news. If you don't open the door I will do so in 10, 9, 8…."

Sherlock quickly jumped up and pulled his trousers on whilst Mycroft continued to countdown. He scrambled around quickly looking for his shirt while Molly grasped the duvet and held it tightly to her chest.

"Hurry Sherlock, if Mycroft comes blazing through here you will both wish you guys had never been born."

Sherlock ran to the bedroom door, slid to a halt, then turned and ran towards the bed. He planted a playful but firm kiss on Molly's lips and she giggled as he ran once again towards the suite door.

"2, 1 ready or not…"

Molly heard the door open and then close. She could hear the two brothers arguing and Molly rolled her eyes as she quickly got out of bed. She put on black leggings, a tank, and an oversized cardigan, threw her hair up in a high pony tail and stepped out into the living area. She panicked slightly when she couldn't see them but turned her head and heard raised voices coming from the balcony. As she walked towards them she could see Sherlock pacing and Mycroft standing with hands beings his back, and as she got closer she could hear the conversation.

"I cannot believe you let this happen. You promised me you would take care of her security Mycroft. How hard could it be? Look after Irene until the child was born and then let her find her own way. It was a simple plan that even an idiot could execute correctly. Now the child won't be safe."

"Since when do care about what happens to anyone." Mycroft wondered.

"Since I have a goddaughter." Sherlock coldly stated.

It was obvious to Molly that something has happened to Irene, but she didn't want to stick her nose in their business, especially the they were still sorting things out. So she could do the only thing she thought might help. Becoming a hostess.

"Sorry to interrupt but would anyone like some coffee or food? I can order something from room service." Molly asked timidly.

"If you have to apologise for interrupting then maybe you shouldn't do so." Sherlock quickly snapped at Molly. As soon as he said it she recoiled backwards. Tears quickly filled her eyes and she scuttled back inside.

"Molly wait…" Sherlock called out frustratedly but he didn't go after her. She could hear them continue their conversation on the balcony. Molly abruptly turned and went to the bedroom. She wanted to get away from them so they couldn't see the tears welling up in her eyes. As she walked into the bedroom the tears spilled over and slid down her cheeks as she saw the messy bed. Things were perfect just an hour before and she wished they would have never left the bed. She knew that Sherlock wouldn't change over night. The truth was he didn't handled stress well. But if this relationship was going to work he had to stop cutting her down to size every time she said or did something that didn't make sense to him.

Molly slowly started packing her bags to go home, it was Sunday after all and her train left at noon. She had to get back to pick up Toby and she had work tomorrow. She knew she would still have to make a decision about the job here. After last night it looked like a no, and after what just happened it was looking like a maybe. She really did hate the roller coaster ride Sherlock put her through. As she continued to pack she resolved within herself to talk to Sherlock about the way he spoke to her once they got back home.

After she packed the last item and zipped her bag, she heard the door open then shut behind her and she felt Sherlock's arms wrap around her waist and pull her close to his chest. He kissed the side of her neck and whispered,

"Forgive me."

Molly took a shuttered breath. And turned slowly and looked at him. She didn't say anything but searched his face, and once that she was confident she could tell he really meant it she wrapped her arms around his neck wordlessly and hugged him.

"John is right I can be an absolute bell end." Sherlock stated. Molly could hear the deep baritone in his chest as she pressed her ear to it. She gave a small chuckle and looked up at him,

"John would love to hear you say he is right."

"Well, if he finds out there will be hell to pay." Sherlock grabbed on to her sides and started to tickle her.

She tried to get away from him as she heavily laughed. She collapsed onto the bed pulling him down with her.

"Stop, please stop!" Molly laughed so hard tears streamed down her face. She was laughing so loud that they didn't hear the door open. They both jumped up guiltily at the sound of Mycroft's voice,

"If you both are done doing whatever it is you are doing the car is here to take us to the airport. Do try and keep a sense of decorum as we leave the suite." Mycroft stated dryly.

"I have a train ticket. Im supposed to be going on the train." Molly breathed out heavily as she tried to inconspicuously fix her hair and clothes.

"We came by helicopter so you will be coming with us. The journey is much shorter." Sherlock said as he also fixed his hair and clothes.

As they gathered Molly's things and walked out of the suite, Mycroft turned towards Molly and said,

"I believe a congratulations are in order Miss Hooper."

"Dr." Molly stated. Sherlock grinned to himself proudly.

"Im sorry?"

"It's Dr. Hooper." Molly reiterated and then continued, "Why are congratulations in order?"

"For deflowering my dear brother. Maybe he won't be so…ornery."

Sherlock's grin quickly turned to a scowl as he tutted at Mycroft. Molly had no words, she just blushed and smiled.

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As Molly walked into her apartment, she dropped her bags to the floor and sighed. It felt like she was gone longer than two nights. Sherlock left with Mycroft she was a bit annoyed as he was being very elusive on what was going on. He seemed so preoccupied on the ride home he didn't even pay attention to her as she kissed his cheek good night, as she struggled with her bags and got out of the vehicle.

Later after getting Toby and settle into her Sunday night routine her mind turned towards Sherlock and the Irene situation. Somehow she knew deep down that the problem wasn't going to go away easily. That the worst was yet to come.

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