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Description: Sherlock has a secret, and it's one that no one can know, except for a certain pathologist! Dragonlock! (first time writing something like this!)

It was a secret he never told anyone. He couldn't. He wouldn't. The secret, once out, would destroy everything. His relationships, his reputation, everything that mattered to him. It was a nature none would understand, and was frowned upon in a society that feared his kind.

He entered his flat, intent on locking the door, and letting his nature free for a few hours. After today, he needed it.

He had almost revealed himself to her. It was hard to keep his nature under control when she entered the room with her hair pulled up in a side knot, and her perfume, light with a hint of rose petals, filled his senses.

It was too much. He nearly transformed and let his darkness have her. How could he continue to work under those conditions? If he let his nature have his way, he would destroy her. That was the price of being dragon kind. Humans could not get close to them, for the dragon side would burn them alive or worse as some would put it.

He dropped his belstaff on the floor, followed by his scarf, and cocked his neck from side to side. He felt his incisors extend, along with the rest of his teeth. His tongue licked his lips, and he felt the burn of the acid, which was natural, sizzle on his skin. He smelled the smoke emanating from his nose, and smiled.

His back cracked and moved as the wings, which he kept hidden so well, ripped through his buttoned shirt, and extended out , filling half of the room. His nails became sharpened, and scales began to appear on his neck, down to his shoulders, leading to his wings.

"Sherlock?"

He stilled his movements, and turned his body to face the door. He could have sworn he had locked it. His eyes opened to reveal his eyes changing to a mild, golden hue. "Molly…"

Molly studied the man in front of her, and suddenly all the pieces began to fit together. "Mrs. Hudson gave me a key." She explained, closing the door, and locked it, before moving towards him in careful movements. "When you left the morgue in hast, I grew worried." She continued, watching his eyes change to a deeper hue of gold.

"You shouldn't be here." He remarked, feeling a deep growl emanate from his chest.

She shook her head, and slowly approached him, careful with her steps and movements. He flinched as she came closer, and wanted to run, but the look of amazement in her eyes told him not move. Her right hand lifted, and lightly touched the scales on his neck, and traced them down to his chest, where his shirt was tattered due to the wings. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, lifting her eyes to his.

He searched her eyes, and felt his talons ache with the nerve to touch her, love her, but he couldn't. "It's dangerous to know." He answered, observing her lower her eyes.

It was dangerous to know. Fear was a dangerous enemy, and those who didn't understand the dragon gene, shrink in fear, and held their breath until the dragon left their proximity.

Those who associated with known dragons were ostracized, and were ridiculed in some form, even though the dragon gene was said to be common, it was still uncomfortable, and dangerous. It was especially dangerous for a dragon to be more than friends with a human.

Molly let her hand rest on his chest, and for a moment, she just stared into his golden eyes. "It's only dangerous if you let it, Sherlock." She responded, watching him tense, and his golden eyes faded to the heterochromia color she knew well.

Sherlock studied her, and felt his wings move to surround them. "You can't be here." He remarked, though the argument was mute on her ears.

She sighed, and stepped closer. "Why because of what you are?" She asked, hearing him growl low in his chest.

"Yes," He stated, inhaling deeply, smelling the gold on her finger.

She shook her head, and felt her blood boil at the sound of his breathing. She knew what he was sensing. "You know, don't you?" She asked, watching his eyes turn back to a golden hue. "You sense it."

He felt his heart pound, as his wings met behind her back, and he knew what she was meaning. "Why have I not seen it before?"

She felt her cheeks warm, and her eyes lowered. "Maybe you weren't seeing." She remarked, closing her eyes for a moment, before opening them to looking into his eyes for a brief moment.

He hummed, and searched her face, his eyes taking in every feature of her face, and discovering the hints that had been hidden from him for so long. "You're a half-breed." He stated, his voice giving nothing away. "Your father…"

She slowly nodded, knowing his words didn't intend to inflict pain. Sherlock tried never to harm her with his words, not after the blunder at the Christmas party. She had learned to take his words as a compliment; for he had said once that he respected her above others, besides his best friend, John Watson.

"Your mother is an exceptional human." He remarked, firmly. "To have procreated with one of our kind, and raised you." He added, as Molly's eyes shimmered with small flecks of gold, not the full gold like his, but just enough to let him know of her heritage.

"She is. She loved my dad, and he loved her." She remarked, feeling his wings rub her back, signaling her own revelation. "I can't transform completely." She added, rubbing the scales on his chest, being brave for the fourth time in her life.

He smirked, letting affection show on his face. "Perhaps you never tried." He returned, studying her face. "You are an exceptional woman, Molly Hooper. You can do anything you wish." He added, searching her golden flaked eyes.

Bending his head, he stopped only a breath away from her lips, before lifting his hands to cup her face. Catching her lips with his, he felt a burn deep within his chest, and felt the burn of her tongue as it touched his in a sensual way. She was his match in every way. There was no doubt of that now.

His mouth opened wide against hers, and he felt her moan/growl as she leaned further against his body. He pulled back, and smiled, observing her eyes opening to reveal a brilliant color of pure gold. He was right.

"Welcome to my world, Molly Hooper." He murmured, huskily, before capturing her lips once again, smiling as she smiled against his.

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