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Description: Set in The Great Game. Sherlock makes a comment that Molly has gained 3 pounds to which she challenges. (No Jim in this one, sorry guys)

"Actually, it's two and a half." She insisted, nervously.

He stared into the microscope, and slightly shook his head, as he disagreed. "No, it's three." He returned, trying to focus on the microscope.

She shifted her gaze to John, before focusing on Sherlock. "How can you tell?" She asked, facing him off, though her nervousness could be heard from the tone in her voice.

John cleared his throat before Sherlock could answer, and gave Sherlock a don't-even-go-there look.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and turned to look at Molly. "Well, first of all, your face is puffier than usual, and it's not from water retention." He began, mildly hearing John groan and 'Oh God' behind him. "Because you and I both know that it's not that time," He continued, watching her mouth open in shock and embarrassment. "But what really tipped it off earlier was when you…" He paused, realizing that perhaps what he was about to say was going too far.

Molly seemed to realize what he was going to say, and slowly her mouth closed, and a slow smile appeared on her face. "When I what?" She asked, carefully.

Sherlock cleared his throat, and lowered his head, trying to focus again on the microscope. "When you handed me the specimen," He answered, though that was not the moment he was talking about.

She timidly moved closer to him, and stopped a few inches from him, wanting to know the truth. "That wasn't it, Sherlock." She stated, as he lifted his eyes to hers, and he began to smile, and it wasn't a fake smile she had seen so many times, it was a truthful smile.

"John, would you excuse us?" Sherlock requested, holding Molly's eyes.

John, who knew something was about to happen, cleared his throat, and quickly walked out of the lab. Though he was curious, this was why he stopped outside the door, guarding it and listening at the same time.

Sherlock tilted his head to the side, and moved his eyes up and down her body. "Do you really want to go there, Molly Hooper?" He asked, and she tried to contain the shiver from her full name on his lips.

"I want to know how you know." She answered, as he slowly reached up with his left hand and moved it inside her lab coat.

He held her eyes, and moved his hand down her side to her hips, and a smile once again appeared on his face. "Because I can feel it," He answered, lowly.

She swallowed, nervously. "You can't feel three pounds." She stated, shaking her head, in a short shake.

He hummed, and placed his right hand on her hip. "I can when I know this body like the back of my hand." He answered, watching her eyes dilate. He loved that look.

She closed her eyes, and bowed her head. "You're horrible." She returned, as he smiled.

"I prefer high-functioning sociopath." He grumbled, lowly, pulling her closer, until she was standing between his legs.

She smiled, letting out a soft laugh. "You're not a sociopath." She muttered, as he titled his head to the side.

He smiled, and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down to capture her lips with his.

"You never answered my question." She moaned out as they separated. "I still say two and a half." She argued, but he groaned.

He smiled, and brushed his lips over her neck. "Your hips are a fraction wider, at least two pounds and your stomach have…well…you can figure that out and your breasts…that's at least a pound…" He paused, lifting his eyes to her, and she saw the mischievous gleam in his eyes. "Have you taken that test?" He asked, as she blushed.

She shook her head, and he squeezed her hips. "Well, I do suggest you take it, Molly, because there may be another reason for you gaining weight." He added, watching her eyes sparkle. "A wonderful prospect, I believe."

"Two and a half," She whispered, and he shook his head.

"Three," He argued, and she tilted her head to the side. He rolled his eyes. "Take the bloody test, Molly, and then we'll go to the doctor to get the exact number."

She rolled her eyes, and felt his hand on her stomach. "Three…" She whispered, lowering her eyes to his hand on her stomach, and he smiled.

"Three…"

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