Okay so I have officially changed the rating of this story to T. If you don't read T stories then don't continue to read this one. Thanks for all your support and thanks to Nightingale63 for your assistance and support. Sorry if characters are OCC in this one. I fear Sherlock might be. I don't own anything accept the laptop I write this story on.

The coolness of the sheets covered Molly's flushed body. She had expected to have a conversation with Sherlock about sex; not to actually… she giggled to herself.

"Do you find my naked form amusing, Molly?" The baritone voiced man beside her inquired.

Molly wriggled closer. "I find your naked form to be many things Mister Holmes." She kissed his shoulder. "Amusing? Not one of them."

Sherlock's trademark smirk appeared. "You, Doctor Hooper are significantly bendier then I thought you'd be."

Despite what they had done last Molly found herself blushing.

"Did you find it…" Sherlock cleared his throat. "Satisfactory?"

"I have wanted to do that with you longer than I care to admit. Satisfactory doesn't even cover it." She threw her leg over his. "It was beautiful. You were beautiful."

"I'm not beautiful," Sherlock mumbled.

"With those eyes, that skin, that hair and those cheekbones. Yeah, you are beautiful." Before he could retort she pushed herself up and captured his lips with hers.

Sherlock's arms snaked around her and pulled her to lay on top of him causing Molly to squeak. He chuckled before he resumed kissing her. As he kissed Molly Sherlock couldn't help but think that Mycroft had it wrong. Caring for people had gotten him in trouble, yes, but it had also gotten him Mrs Hudson, John, Mary, Lestrade and Molly. Sherlock then berated himself for thinking about Mycroft at a time like this.

Ending the kiss, Molly ran her fingers through his hair. Her eyes darted back and forth as they took in every inch of his face. The look on her face shocked Sherlock. She was so open, so honest, and so perfect.

Perfection was something that he knew didn't really exist; it was a perception. Molly was one of the closest things he'd seen to perfection and the fact that it didn't scare him bothered him a little. Pushing it aside he decided to enjoy the moment.

"Where'd you go?" Molly whispered.

"Mind Palace." He closed his eyes as her fingers ran through his hair once more. "Don't want to forget any of this."

Running her hands down his chest she looked straight in his eyes. "That is the sweetest thing you have ever said to me."

"Really?" He wasn't convinced.

She nodded. "I'm in your mind palace."

Sherlock sighed. "Of course you are. Your room is almost full."

"I take it back; that is the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me."

"You're easy to please." He had to admit that he was relieved.

"No. I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security." She started shaking him. "Fear me, Sherlock Holmes. You will fear me." Molly sounded adorable trying to put on a deep booming voice.

Grabbing both of her shoulders Sherlock flipped them over and pinned her to the bed.

"You scared yet?"

Tilting his body forward Sherlock's face was inches from hers. "No."

"Good," Molly mumbled, before kissing him again.

Sherlock's brain was hyper aware of everything around him (more so than usual). The sound the sheets made as Molly moved against them, the utter softness of her lips and the fact they the tasted faintly of vanilla, her fingers pulsing against his shoulders and how breath taking she looked with her long hair messy and wearing nothing but a sheet.

If Mycroft were here he would…

"God damn it!" He explained ripping his lips from hers.

"What's wrong?"

"Mycroft."

She frowned. "Why are you think of your brother at a time like this?"

Sherlock looked down at her. Hair splayed, cheeks slightly pink, eyes wide and lips swollen. "Clearly I'm insane." He smashed their lips together. The kissed slowed but the passion remained.

"You're exquisite, Molly." He confessed against her lips.

"My lips aren't too small?" The look of regret at her words matched the look on his for saying anything about them in the first place.

He kissed her. "No, Molly. They're perfect and your breasts…" He smiled wickedly.

She bit her lip but he could see she was smiling. "So you like what you see then?"

Sherlock's voice dropped lower then she'd ever heard it. "Oh I like it a lot. In fact let me show you how much, Dr. Hooper."

Molly shrieked in delight.

"So Molly and Sherlock then?"

Mary sighed and looked lovingly at her husband. "John, it's been about two weeks now. Aren't you happy for them?"

"Course I am." He replied not missing a beat. "It's just that it's Molly and…"

"Sherlock. I know sweetheart, I was there."

John loving rubbed Mary's stomach. "He said once that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side."

"Sounds like Sherlock," Mary mused.

"I hit him up about it the other day."

John stood in the kitchen of 221B Baker Street and to his surprise he found no experiments in sight. "What's all this?" He motioned to the relatively clean kitchen.

"Molly is coming over tonight." Sherlock didn't look up from the laptop.

"And she asked you to tidy up?" He scratched the back of his head.

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous John, of course not."

Shaking his head the doctor walked into the lounge. "She is way too good for you, mate."

Sherlock hummed in agreement.

"Do you remember saying that sentiment was a chemical defect found on the losing side?"

He hummed once again.

"Well?"

Closing the laptop Sherlock looked up at his friend. "Perhaps I prefer the losing side."

They smiled at each other.

Mary stared at her husband. "Wow. He really said that?"

John nodded.

"And he meant it?"

"I'd say so."

"Wow." She lay her head on John's shoulder. "I knew he cared after the best man's speech and Magnusson but this."

"I know."

The room was silent.

"So, all packed for tomorrow?"

Mary nodded. Tomorrow she was being induced and baby Watson would come and join a loving Mummy and Daddy, crazy Uncle Sherlock and sweet Aunt Molly.

"Can't come soon enough."

Slowly they both headed to bed. Tomorrow would be a long day.

Okay I know Mary has been pregnant for waaaay to long. Sorry for that. Baby Watson will be here soon.