Wow! Thanks for the wonderful responses to yesterdays chapter! I wasn't planning of writing Sherlock's reaction to the book, but since it was implied, I owe it to you to write one. I've never read 50 shades of gray so I'm going into this with my eyes closed, wish me luck!

Molly had settled into her new home easily, the serenity of the apartment was pure bliss in her opinion, even if there was a violin playing above her sometimes. Her bedroom was directly beneath Sherlock and John's kitchen, so she often heard John's screams to Sherlock about keeping dead body parts near food, which provided some entertainment.

It had been a week since Molly had moved in, and today was her coffee date with Sherlock. Sherlock waited outside Molly's door at 8am sharp, as per usual and he walked to Barts with her. When they arrived they both went their separate ways. Their plan was to head to Starbucks during Molly's lunch hour, which suited Molly fine, it beat Sherlock making stomach turning comments about the cafeteria's food.

When lunch time came around, Molly met Sherlock there, as the detective had left Barts mid-morning in order to attend a meeting with Lestrade. The pair got into the queue and as they got to the counter Sherlock scanned his eyes over Molly, deducing her.

'Hmm, I think a skinny latte and an Americano for me please.' Sherlock grinned at Molly, who's face just said how?

'Name please?' said the barista, with a bored expression on her face.

Uniform is casual, name pin not attached properly, is lightly to get a prick. New girl.

'Mycroft Holmes.' The girls face suddenly smiled as she straightened her back.

'Yes sir, no charge sir.' She said, still wearing that false smile. Sherlock smiled back charmingly as if he was used to this. Molly gave him a disapproving look as she dropped some money into the tips jar. She doesn't like to take money off of people, but she was however impressed with how much Sherlock got away with. They received their drinks and Sherlock guided Molly over to a table directly next to the window, where the sun shone directly into their eyes.

'Sherlock, why don't we sit over in the shade? There are plenty of tables.' Molly said, gesturing to the almost empty coffee shop.

'If we sit here, Mycroft won't be able to spy on us. There is a CCTV camera to your left, my right, as long as we are sitting here, the light will give too much shine off the window and he won't be able to see.' Sherlock stated as if it was obvious.

'Sherlock, I think your brother has better things to do than...' Molly started but Sherlock interrupted her by nodding over to the camera, which was spinning around as it made itself known. '...oh, I guess you're right.' The two sat for a moment in an awkward silence, before Sherlock spoke up.

'I've never really been on a date before, what do you do?' he asked tentatively, as if scared of seeming stupid.

'Err, well usually you just get to know each other, work, family, friends, but you already know everything about me, and I of you so...' Molly answered after giving serious thought as to what she had done or talked about on previous dates.

'I don't know everything about you.' Sherlock interjected. 'I don't know the trivial things, nor do you of me.'

'So, shall we play twenty questions?' Molly suggested hesitantly, it was hard to tell what Sherlock's reactions to things would be like.

'Sure, me first. Molly, what is your favourite colour.' Sherlock asked, trying to think of the easiest, least personal question he could.

'Dark purple.' Molly answered, Sherlock's mind flew back to the lacy nightwear he found, one was that very colour. 'Okay Sherlock, what is your favourite animal?' Molly continued, snapping Sherlock out of his thoughts.

'Humans.' Molly rolled her eyes but nodded with acceptance. 'Favourite book?'

'Frankenstein.' She replied, surprising Sherlock.

'Really?' Sherlock asked, amazed that it wasn't a soppy romance novel or modern drivel. 'May I ask why?'

'The emotional aspects of the creature and the storyline is gripping. It's a book in which you feel attached to the characters, feeling what they feel. It's just always been one of my favourites.' She answered.

Fifty five minutes later, Molly had found out that Sherlock was a Capricorn, he didn't believe in luck, he had never had a pet, he enjoyed the theatre and he used to box in his spare time.

Sherlock had learnt that Molly's favourite film of all time was Peter Pan, she used to have a dog named Percy as a child, she was allergic to peanuts and shellfish and she owned 142 books.

'Well, I had better be getting back to work. Thank you for a lovely time Sherlock.' she said with a smile.

'You're very welcome; we will have to go out on a real date next time. I would walk you back but I am heading to the library.' He responded. He leaned in towards Molly to give her an awkward hug, he did not know what the protocol was after a lunch date, but the hug seemed to satisfy her, so he took it as a good sign. Then they headed their separate ways.

Hours later

Sherlock was a fast reader, he had read so many books during his lifetime that the skill had developed over the years. Therefore within an hour of being in possession of the book, Sherlock was half way through it.

John watched in amusement as Sherlock's facial expressions changed from slightly worried, to shocked, to just confused.

'John, what the hell am I reading?' the detective spat. 'Oh, no, don't do..eww! Why would Molly want to read this?' he asked, frustrated that the book existed.

'Women find it...err...arousing I guess.' John said awkwardly, he had never dreamt that this conversation would ever come up with Sherlock Holmes.

'Well, why am I reading it?' Sherlock demanded.

'Did your date with Molly go well?'

'Yes.'

'Then it is research my dear friend.' John replied, once again wearing a small grin. This reply took Sherlock a moment to figure out.

'Research? Research for...oh!' the penny dropped. 'JOHN!' he shouted, throwing a cushion in his flatmates direction. 'Seriously, though do women expect this sort of thing in regards to sex?'

'No Sherlock, it's just a fantasy, just be yourself...I can't believe I'm talking to you about sex.' John mused.

'Sex doesn't alarm me.' Sherlock repeated. 'However you talking about me in engaging in sexual activities makes you uncomfortable.'

'Way to make us not sound gay.' John sighed sarcastically. For such a genius, Sherlock sure can be an idiot.

I've had an idea, would you like a John/Mary spin-off? Don't have to, just a thought. Where should Sherlock/Molly take the other on a date to? Please leave suggestions! Thanks for reading!