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The rest of the day flew by; much to Molly's vexation. It wasn't that she didn't want to see Sherlock, nothing could be further from the truth. She just really really did not want to have THAT conversation.

"Does anyone ever want to have that conversation?" She wondered aloud. Before she could answer herself Dr Dix walked in.

"Hi Paul." Molly smiled at him.

"Hi Miss Molly. How was day shift?"

Grabbing her handbag she placed it on her shoulder "Surprisingly quiet. Hopefully you will be too."

Dr Dix frowned "you know you just jinxed me right?"

Molly shrugged and smiled at her colleague. "Have a good one." She called over her shoulder.

"You too Dr Hooper. Stay out of trouble."

Molly's laugh could be heard as she left the Morgue.

Molly gave her address to the cabbie and pulled out her phone. There were five text messages. Frowning she entered her password (which Sherlock had guessed in two attempts) and opened her messages.

4:35 PM John's broken. He won't shut up SH

4:37 PM Molly, you and me lunch tomorrow? Xx Mary

Molly smiled, Mary was so sweet. Hitting reply she accepted the lady lunch date and her and Mary called them.

4:49 PM He's still talking. Molly why won't he stop? SH

Molly giggled and shook her head.

5:03 PM Now he's angry that I am texting and not listening to him. SH

5:03 PM I never listen to him. Why should now be any different? SH

Ten minutes later the cab stopped just outside Molly's flat. Thanking and paying the driver she plunged her hand into her handbag and retrieved her keys. "Really have to find a flat with a lift." She mumbled. Mind you she said that every time she had to climb to the fourth floor. Finally with jelly legs and light perspiration on her forehead she reached her destination. "Oh thank god."

Molly's flat was modest, it was not pristine but it wasn't a shambles either. She preferred the term lived in. Dropping her bag on the hall table and hanging up her coat she walked into the lounge. On route to the bathroom she nearly tripped up 3 times thanks to her furry flatmate. "Toby piss off will you." Thankfully Molly managed to make it to the bathroom without breaking her neck, no thanks to Toby.

Half an hour later Molly emerged showered and dressed – although she still wasn't convinced about what she was wearing. Black skinny jeans, a floral blouse and blue cardigan. She was trying to look like she hadn't tried so she threw her hair up in a ponytail. Rolling her eyes at her own stupidity she headed back to the kitchen and put the kettle on for tea. Just as Molly placed the tea pot on her coffee table she heard a knock at the door. Her stomach fluttered; the nerves were kicking in. She ran her fingers over her left forearm to soothe herself. Taking a few deep breathes she walked to the door. As she opened it she was greeted by gerberas being thrust in her face.

"John said you may like these." Sherlock reasoned.

With a slightly shaky hand Molly took the flowers and stepped aside to let Sherlock in. Smiling she smelt the flowers. "Thank you Sherlock they're beautiful."

The smirk that fell on Sherlock's lips disappeared just as fast as it appeared. After closing the door Molly turned and made her way over to Sherlock. Standing on tip toes she kissed his lips as she broke away she whispered "they really are beautiful."

Molly petted her right wrist and then continued on her journey to find a vase for her colourful flowers. "There's tea if you want some."

"Don't you want to take about whatever is bothering you?" The tone in his voice made it obvious that he certainly didn't want to talk about it.

"How did you know I" Molly walked into the lounge carrying her flowers in a vase. "Never mind stupid question."

Grabbing a cup now filled with tea Sherlock looked at Molly. "You took longer than usual to answer the door; so either you weren't ready or something was bothering you. Then when I handed you the flowers you sniffed them for quite a while indicating that you were trying to calm yourself down. A theory was confirmed when on your way to the kitchen you rubbed your wrist in a soothing manner." Sherlock smiled in that self-satisfied way the Molly loved and hated. "Tea?" Sherlock handed Molly the other cup.

Placing the flowers gently on the coffee table Molly sat down on the sofa.

"So?" He cocked his eyebrow at her.

"So… How's John? Did he shut up eventually?"

And Sherlock was off. Talking about how John was going on and on about Mary and the baby and something else but at that stage he had stopped listening.

Molly smiled behind the cup and silently congratulated herself. The longer he talked about his afternoon with John the longer she could put off her talk. 'Good work Molly.'

"What are you so happy about?"

Molly dropped the cup from her lips. Looking up and Sherlock she blinked innocently "I'm just really glad that you are here."

Sherlock hummed unconvinced. "Molly." His voice was low "you look lovely."

Molly blushed and ran her fingers through her ponytail "really?"

Placing his cup on the table he walked to where Molly was sitting. Doing the same with her cup a sat down next to her. "Really." His fingers danced up her left arm and stopped to cup her cheek.

Molly's breathing quickened.

"Molly" he whispered. His lips almost touching hers.

"Sherlock?" She replied.

"Why did you distract me from finding out why you are nervous?"

Groaning Molly dropped her head. "Bugger."

A small chuckled left Sherlock's as her kissed her head.

"No fair" Molly raised her head to look at him "you cheated."

"How so?" Sherlock really wanted to know where she was going with this one.

"You used your masculine wiles to trick me."

Sherlock was really laughing now "masculine wiles?" He loved that Molly made him laugh.

"Yes. There are feminine wiles so why not have masculine wiles. Otherwise it's sexist." Molly nodded very happy with her explanation.

Sherlock's eyes scanned her face. 'How have I never noticed how beautiful she is before?' Slowly his fingers on his right hand moved to the base of his neck and began to gently massage her neck. "You're absolutely right Molly." His voice was low and soothing, almost hypnotising.

Molly's eyes closed and she sighed happily. "That feel's nice."

Careful not to stop the appreciated work of his fingers Sherlock leaned forward and kissed her. She smelt like vanilla and Molly. His left hand made its way to her waist and he pulled her closer. A growl rumbled in his chest as Molly tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Running his tongue along Molly's lower lip her mouth opened and he caressed her tongue with his. Her name repeated over and over in his head. All he could think about was Molly, Molly.

"Molly." He groaned.

Pushing forward Molly shifted until she was sitting in Sherlock's lap.

Seeing that her eyes were dilated and that she was panting Sherlock smiled at her. A few seconds later Molly's mouth crashed into his. Her hands weaved into his hair and his fell low on her hips.

Molly felt like her nerves endings were on fire. Like any minute now she was going to internally combust and she was happy with that. Whatever Sherlock was doing to her was sinful and should never end. 'Stop this Molly before it goes too far.' She screwed her eyes shut and kissed him again. She slowed the kiss down and pulled back "Wow." She giggled.

"That doesn't cover it Molly." Sherlock leaned forward to try and kiss her again but Molly pulled back.

"We need to figure out what we are going to have for dinner."

Leaning forward Sherlock rested his forehead on her shoulder "I suppose we should."

Slowly Molly stood and took a step away from Sherlock. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror she sighed. "I look a right fright." Quickly she began to fix her hair and rumpled clothing.

"You look beautiful." Sherlock was determined to correct her.

Molly smiled sweetly at him "thank you." Finishing tying her hair back up she turned to him. "So dinner?"

"There was a nice Thai place that John, Mary and I went to last week."

"Perfect. I can't be bothered cooking."

Ten minutes later they had ordered Thai. Spring rolls as a starter, Thai Green Curry Chicken for Sherlock and Chicken Satay for Molly. Now the sat on the sofa waiting. The silence had been short but felt utterly painful to Molly.

"Sherlock?" Her voice was raspy clearing her throat she tried again. "Sherlock?" Folding one leg and placing the other on the floor she turned to face him "we need to talk."

Sherlock looked at her "John warned me of this. Apparently Sarah, Janine, Elisabeth, that short red headed one."

"Cassie."

"Cassie and Theresa all had conversations with John that started with we need to talk. It's not you it's me was in there somewhere too." Sherlock's professional mask was once again on his face.

"Oh Sherlock." She reached out and touched his arm. "It's not that kind of conversation."

"So you not going to" he cleared his throat.

"I'm not breaking up with you but we do need to talk."

"Right." Sherlock made himself comfortable.

"Sherlock? Are you happy with our relationship?"

"Am I happy?" He mused for a moment. "Of course. I wouldn't be with you if I wasn't happy Molly."

Taking a deep breath she smiled. "Good."

"Don't be nervous Molly." He ran his hand up and down her arm.

His touch relaxed her a bit. "I was just thinking, wondering really." She bit her lip. "How far do you want this relationship to go?"

Sherlock stared at her blankly.

"Because so far I love this, love us like this."

The blank stare remained.

Molly sighed. "Sherlock what is your stance on sex?"

That question seemed to bring Sherlock out of wherever he was. "Sex is penile-vaginal penetration to procreate."

It was Molly's turn to stare. "Yes Sherlock I know what it is. What is your opinion? Moreover your opinion of us having sex."

Molly regretted asking the second the sentence left her mouth.

"Can't say I have ever thought about it."

Molly's face fell.

"I've certainly had sex."

Molly held up her hand. "Don't need to know Sherlock. Thank you for telling me where you stand. I know what to expect now." She tried her best to sound positive, like her heart wasn't breaking but it was hard.

"No you don't."

Molly looked up at him. "Pardon?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes he really hated repeating himself. "I said."

"I know what you said I just don't understand."

Sherlock smiled. Any chance to tell someone something they didn't know. "You don't know what to expect because I haven't told you."

"But you said."

"That I have not thought about my opinion on sex, I know." Sherlock moved closer to her. "Sex with you however."

As Sherlock leaned in for a kiss there was a loud knock at the door. Pulling back Sherlock groaned.

"We'll talk more about this later." Molly giggled as she headed to the door.

Sherlock watched as Molly talked to the delivery guy for far too long and tipped him way too much.

Honestly how could I not want to sleep with Molly Hooper?

Wow two chapters in one day (well one day here.) Let me know what you think.