A/N: This one's rated T for implied sexytimes and some dirty, dirty thoughts that Molly has. Enjoy!
She's enjoying her Galentine's Day night out with the girls, she really is. The dancers at Forbidden Nights are absolutely smashing, but she can't help remembering the last time she was here, for a co-worker's Hen Night. She'd only known Sherlock for a few months; it was right before he met John, or was it just after? Somewhere around that time; she'll have to check her blog from that year.
Oh, wait, she remembers. She gulps down a bit more of the smashing red Meena's ordered for the table and smiles. It was just after he and John started sharing a flat, because the day he met John was the day he was beating that corpse and oh GOD he was so damn hot that she'd finally worked up the nerve to ask him for coffee.
Too bad he'd thought she was just asking for his coffee order. She frowns after sipping more from her glass. She'd never really cleared that up with him, whether he misunderstood her or whether he'd misunderstood her on purpose.
Doesn't matter, she decides. She smiles and takes a healthy swig of her drink, making a face and shaking a finger at a giggling Meena when she realizes she's been slipped a glass of gin. "Naughty," she declares, but finishes the drink and gets back to mooning over Sherlock bloody finally-got-his-head-out-of-his-arse Holmes.
He took his sweet time, true, but they're together now, and she shouldn't be dwelling on the past, but LORD the sight of him gyrating around on stage wearing nothing but a pair of very tiny red pants over what she'd since discovered was NOT a padded g-string had DONE things to her.
Things she desperately wants him to do to her now, come to think. She stands up, far more woozily than she expects to, and announces to one and all that she's going home to shag her husband. They all cheer her on, even Mrs. Hudson, and she allows Sally Donovan, who can hold her liquor like nobody's business, to escort her to the door and into a cab.
When she gets home of course she's too tipsy for the shagging, but the next morning Sherlock happily indulges her...again, and again, and again.