Here I am back again with a new chapter. Here's hoping you all have a fantastic weekend wherever you are in the world. I am always blown away when I look at the breakdown of readers as to just how global the Sherlolly community is.

As ever thank you all for your comments and support. But enough from me, on with the story.

Chapter 5

Molly was counting down the minutes until her shift ended. Tonight was her first 'date', if she could call it that, with Sherlock. She couldn't quite see him as boyfriend material, it seemed such a juvenile term when you were in your thirties. At some point she needed to talk through what they were but not tonight. Tonight she just wanted to enjoy spending time with him that wasn't over a dead body. She was really hoping for more kissing as well, she'd barely slept last night for thinking of it.

If she'd still been at Bart's she would have asked Mike if she could leave early so she could get ready but it was day two of a new job and she just couldn't be that cheeky.

Plus she already didn't feel like the job was going well. The only other female pathologist had took an immediate dislike to her, belittled her work and generally just made her feel unwelcome.

She didn't want to tell tales this early on but she knew she'd have to approach HR if it continued. Maybe she should have just stayed where she was. The whole idea of moving, to get away from Sherlock, would be futile if she actually started seeing him and therefore not needing to avoid him at work. She keep repeating it'll be good for my career over and over in her head as she worked.

It was with relief then that she finally left work and made her way back to her flat. She picked up a bottle of wine on the way. She initially wondered whether Sherlock drank at all but then remembered helping him work out his tolerance levels for John's stag do. From what she'd heard John had spiked their drinks and it had all gone downhill from there. Greg had laughingly told her he'd had to help get them released from an overnight stay in jail. She wished she'd been a fly on the wall for that one.

She got home with barely half an hour to spare, just enough time to jump in the shower and get changed.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock initially rang the doorbell of Molly's flat but when there was no answer he put his ear to the door. He could just about hear her shower running and glancing at his watch he realised he was 20 minutes early. He huffed to himself and retrieved his lock picking kit from his inside pocket. There was no way he was hanging about in a corridor waiting.

It turned out that Molly's lock was pitifully easy to pick, he would need to have that fixed. It took him less than a minute before he was strolling in. He hung his coat up and dumped the bag of Chinese food on the table before wandering around Molly's flat examining and deducing at the same time.

He was pleasantly surprised by her taste in music, from the CDs lines up near the stereo. Her books were a bit more eclectic, medical textbooks mixed in with murder mysteries and classics. He raised an eyebrow at a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey, even Sherlock had heard of that one.

He was trying to ignore the sounds coming from the bathroom and the fact that Molly was in there naked. A minute or so later the water was turned off and Molly appeared in the corridor wrapped in nothing but a towel, hair wrapped up separately turban style. She started a little with shock when she saw him but recovered quickly.

'Oh, you're early. I didn't hear the door...hang on how did you get in.'

'Yes, we need to talk about your lock but not now hmm.' Sherlock was mesmerised, watching the beads of water sliding down her neck, off her shoulders, down her legs. He was tempted to try to lick each one off her.

Molly took one look at Sherlock's face and felt heat pool low in her belly. He strode quickly to her bending to capture her lips, wrapping his arm around her waist to pull her to him. He knew his suit was getting wet but he didn't care, he had plenty of suits.

Molly melted against him her hands on his shoulders for balance until they fell back against the wall. She could feel Sherlock pressed up against her and the fact that he was fully dressed and she was nearly naked just made her feel even more aroused.

Sherlock broke off the kiss and moved his lips to her neck tasting her skin and the shower water. As he licked up the length of her neck Molly closed her eyes and moaned and he swore that moan reverberated through his entire body. He could feel himself getting harder and he knew if he didn't stop now, given her current state of undress, there was a high chance they wouldn't stop at all and he wasn't sure he was ready for that level of intimacy yet.

He stepped back quickly and in doing so nearly stripped her naked as her towel came loose and almost fell. Molly just managed to catch it before too much was revealed but Sherlock knew his eyes were not looking at her face.

He turned away, 'I'm sorry Molly, that was impolite of me. If you want to get dressed I'll find some plates and we can eat.'

Molly giggled at his formality, 'you can be impolite like that whenever you want Sherlock, but yes I think I'll find something a little more appropriate to wear.'

Ten minutes later they were sat at Molly's small kitchen table eating Chinese and sipping wine whilst discussing a paper Molly had recently read on decomposition of blood. It all just felt very natural and comfortable between them, no awkward silences, no false laughter or stilted questions. As first dates went Molly was pleasantly surprised.

When they had finished eating they moved to the front room to carry on the conversation. Sherlock went to the stereo choosing one of the CDs before turning it on. Music filled the room and Molly smiled, it was Mozart, one of her dad's favourites, it always reminded her of him when she heard it.

When Sherlock turned back he narrowed his eyes, 'it was obviously a favourite from it's position, plus the case is worn where it has been repeatedly opened. I can see from your face it evokes memories that are both painful and happy, I would deduce therefore, seeing as I know your father is dead and that you were close to him before he died, that this music was a favourite of his?'

Molly nodded, tears glistening in her eyes, 'yes, you got it all right.'

He nodded to himself smiling happily. Molly knew he loved deducing, loved knowing he'd got something right.

Just as they had the night before they sat together on the settee but this time it was Molly who initiated the kiss. She just couldn't wait any longer and it was so good not having to keep her distance from him. She wanted to explore and touch every inch of him. She had been dreaming and fantasising for years and now she actually had a chance to try out the reality. She could hardly believe it.

Her hands gripped his face, thumbs sliding across his cheekbones. He tasted like wine and she slid her tongue into his mouth. He leant back on the settee pulling Molly with him until she was straddling his hips her hair falling round them tickling his neck.

His hands were on her back but he soon moved them underneath her top. The skin of her back was smooth and he quickly realised she wasn't wearing a bra. He brought one hand forward until he was holding her breast feeling the weight of it, the softness of the skin juxtaposed with the hardening of her nipple. He had a sudden craving to feel that nipple in his mouth to suck on her breast grazing his teeth across her.

She was addictive. He moved to unbutton her shirt as Molly ground her hips against him, pressing herself onto his erection. He groaned, his head falling back breaking the kiss. The sensations were overwhelming him. His mind was so used to gathering information but this was too much, too soon.

Molly's mouth was on his neck now, her hands undoing his shirt pulling it open. Then she was biting his nipple and he heard himself groaning again, his hips bucking up against hers. He needed to regain some control, his head was spinning. He gripped Molly's arms pulling her up and away from him, sitting himself more upright. 'Molly, please...just...hold on...I need to breath.'

Molly seemed to realise that something was wrong and slid off his lap, 'are you OK? What's wrong? Do you need some water?'

She was asking too many questions, he put up his hand 'shut up just shut up.' Molly fell silent and Sherlock sat with his fingers on his temples concentrating on his breath going in and out of his body. A second later he heard a clunk as a glass was put down on the coffee table and he felt the settee move beside him as Molly sat down.

It took him a couple more minutes before he opened his eyes again and looked round to find Molly watching him nervously. She had buttoned her top back up and was sat with her feet tucked under her body, chewing on her bottom lip.

'I...I'm sorry Molly, it was just too much stimulation. My mind couldn't keep up.'

She took a breath and looked away, 'do you...do you want to stop what we're doing? This?' She gestured with her hands that she meant the two of them.

'No, absolutely not. I just need some time. It's been years since I've been physical with anyone and even then I was high on drugs and...and I was never emotionally invested. I do want you...I just...can we take it slow?'

Molly's face lit up as he spoke. She'd obviously thought he was going to finish things. 'We can go as slow as you like Sherlock. I'm not going anywhere.'

Next chapter should be posted Sunday and for those wondering there will be a crime woven into this story and I want to explore their relationship beyond the immediate getting together so we've got quite a way to go. Hope that's OK with you guys, as ever let me know.