For some reason this chapters came out a bit short, hopefully short and sweet but that's for you guys to decide. Wishing Ben luck for tonight at the Oscars although I suspect he'll need more than luck to win this year. I'm sure it won't be his last nomination though.

Normal disclaimers apply, I owe nothing.

Chapter 4

Molly couldn't believe his nerve. She'd gone to all this trouble to get away from him only for him to turn up on her doorstep. She futilely tried closing the door but he was too quick, his foot jamming between the door and the frame.

'Ow, Molly please, just hear me out...please.'

She closed her eyes and sighed before opening the door and letting him past, following him into her own front room.

He spun round holding out the coffee cup for a second time. She noted the name on the cup, Criterion, no Starbucks or Costa for Sherlock Holmes, it was probably a trade name from Harrods or Selfridges, or somewhere equally exclusive.

She took it, 'thank you...I think...now why are you here? If it's to try to get me to come back to Bart's you needn't worry it's only temporary. I'm sure you'll be fine with Mike whilst I'm away.'

'I'm sure I will, that's not why I'm here though. Can I...can we sit down?'

She sighed again and sat on the edge of the settee. She was quite surprised when he removed his coat and then sat beside her. She had fully expected him to sit in the chair opposite. She turned to face him, she rarely looked him full in the face, it was almost too much, she would get caught by his eyes, or lose her train of thought watching his lips move. She ached to brush her fingertips across his cheekbones or along his jaw and she blushed knowing he had probably deduced everything she was thinking, so she didn't normally look.

She did today though and was surprised to see he looked nervous. His eyes were flicking around the apartment, he was biting his lush lower lip and there was a faint blush on his cheek bones.

She reached her hand out but pulled it back before she touched him, she knew he didn't like being touched, 'are you OK Sherlock, you seem...nervous?'

His eyes had flicked to her hand before moving to her face. She was smiling at him shyly.

'I...I've been thinking about that song.'

'Which song...oh...oh...that song? I am so sorry Sherlock, I was drunk it was just a moment of...'

'Yes, yes I know that but it made me think anyway and you're right I should say something. So here I am with that coffee that you wanted.'

'Coffee?'

'Yes, in the lab, last week, you asked me out for coffee. I was...I was an idiot, I should have said yes.'

'Oh...so like...a date coffee.'

'Yes, Molly, like a date coffee.'

She took a moment to sip the drink, it really was very good. Her mind was spinning, she couldn't quite believe that Sherlock wanted a date with her. It seemed too good to be true...which meant maybe it was.

'If this is all some scheme to get me to come back to Bart's or give you body parts...'

'Oh God not you as well, John was just as bad. Maybe I haven't made myself clear Molly, I have, and believe me I'm sure I won't say this to you as often as I should, I have feelings for you. Feelings I...yes feelings I wish to act on.' As he spoke he plucked the coffee cup from her hand placing it on the table next to his own. He turned back and placed his hands on either side of her face, 'and right now I would like to kiss you, if you'll let me.'

Molly just had time for a quick 'oh' before he pressed his lips against hers. She was so shocked that she didn't react to the kiss straight away. He pulled back, 'I was hoping for a little interaction rather than this just being a solo activity.' He smirked before closing in slower this time, as though not to spook her. This time she closed her eyes and when his lips met hers she moved with him her hands initially sliding up to hold onto his lapels.

It quickly escalated though and she could feel all those pent up feelings for him bursting out of her. He tilted her head, both their mouths opening to each other and then his tongue was in her mouth. Molly felt hot and dizzy, blood was rushing south and she didn't want this, whatever this was, to end.

He pulled her closer leaning over her more so her chest was pushed against his, her hands slid round his back feeling his muscles moving under her fingers. One hand moved to his neck and then into his hair. God he was amazing, she would never get enough of this.

Eventually he broke off panting, leaning his forehead against hers. 'Maybe, I should go. I..don't want to push things too far, too fast.'

'Oh...OK,' Molly couldn't help but feel a bit rejected, had he changed his mind after kissing her, was she not good enough, not what he'd expected.

'Maybe I could come back tomorrow night; I could pick us up a take away and stay a bit longer?'

'Yes, I'd like that.'

'Good,' with that he pulled her back in for another kiss just as searing as the first. Molly wondered if it were possible to orgasm from kissing alone, she felt as though she were squirming in her seat. Part of her wanting to move to his lap, straddle him, push things further, but she was still somewhat in shock at the change and she was conscious she didn't want to scare him off.

When they broke off the second time Sherlock stood quickly, gathering up his coat, 'until tomorrow then. Goodnight Molly, I'll let myself out.'

He left before she could even stand up although she wasn't even sure she could stand up, her legs felt like rubber. It was ten minutes later before she made her way through to the bathroom and when she was lying in her bath all she could think about was Sherlock.

She touched her hand to her lips remembering the feel of his mouth on hers, his hand on her face and on her back pulling her in close. He was a hot kisser, that had definitely not been his first kiss. She was already hoping for more of the same the next night and was counting down the hours. She tried not to think of why he was doing this or whether his feelings were real.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock closed the door behind him before putting his coat on. He hoped that Molly hadn't noticed him using it to cover up his erection. He had desperately wanted to stay longer but the gentleman in him was telling him to take it slowly and not push things too fast. Plus it had been years since he had been this physical with anyone (Janine most definitely didn't count) and he needed some time to process everything.

He hailed a cab and was glad of the silence as he made his way back home. As he mounted the stairs to his flat he received a text message from John.

How did it go? Or is it still going? Mary says have you got protection? Sorry, she made me write that. J

He sent off a quick reply.

All went well. Seeing her again tomorrow. Tell Mary protection is none of her business! SH

He changed into his pyjamas and dressing gown before throwing himself on the settee. Just as he drifted into his mind palace he recalled the moment he'd kissed Molly and she'd responded. The reality had been so much better than he had imagined and he could now add the taste of her to her room in his mind palace.

So, our Molly was definitely kinder to him that maybe she should have been. I know some of you wanted to suffer but that's not what came out and I tend to go with the flow.

It will probably be Friday before I can post again, back to work tomorrow.