As Sherlock began to push open the door on his way out of the St. Bart's morgue, he noticed two things. One: something was bothering Molly Hooper. And two: he just solved a case and he was already bored.
With a mischievous smile, he let the door shut and turned around only to notice Molly stretching her back and neck, no doubt stiff from being bent over her desk for a few hours with her terrible posture. But no, that couldn't be the only thing bothering her judging by that defeated sigh he'd heard as he was on his way out the door. Interest piqued, he decided that while he was currently case-less he might as well play a harmless little game of deduction with his favorite pathologist.
He quietly crept up behind her, glancing over her shoulder at the meticulously completed forms on her desk. He leant back giving her room to jump as he knew she would as he cleared his throat.
Molly gasped and in an ill-fated attempt to turn around and unseat herself, she overturned her desk chair. Sherlock laughed quietly to himself as he leant down to right the chair and Molly could practically feel the vibrations of that chuckle move through her.
"One would think a pathologist employed in a morgue wouldn't scare so easy," Sherlock quipped with a smirk.
It took a moment for Molly's brain to catch up with the fact that Sherlock had snuck up behind her, but once it did she swatted him on the arm.
"Sherlock! Where the hell did you come from?!"
Still smirking down at the annoyed pathologist, Sherlock sardonically replied, "Dear me, Molly. You must work on your observation skills. I never left."
Looking up at his attractive features, Molly was reminded of the thoughts she'd been entertaining before she had been so rudely interrupted. Realizing the object of her desire had never even left the room before she began fantasizing about him caused her to flush a peculiar shade of pink. Unfortunately for her, this did not go unnoticed.
Sherlock had observed the heavy breathing and dilated pupils from the moment she turned around to face him thinking that her reactions were caused by surprise. However, her flushed face and neck seemed to tell another tale. Yes, he had startled her but from the looks of her she was also aroused.
Interesting…
He took a step towards her and she took a step back bumping into the desk behind her. She tried to hold back a gasp as she felt his cool fingers on her throat. He could feel her already elevated pulse quicken as he noticed her fighting the urge to lean into his touch as her eyes closed.
Very interesting…
"Sherlock, what are you…" Molly managed before he leaned in to whisper in her ear.
"Quiet," he whispered firmly. His warm breath against her ear and neck making her shiver despite herself. Her eyes flashed open meeting his intense gaze as his hand moved to the back of her neck to weave into the tiny hairs that had fallen out of her ponytail.
"Whatever were you thinking about, Molly?" he asked, voice low with the tip of his nose touching hers, "And don't lie, I'll know."
His voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper but Molly stood rooted to the spot. She could smell peppermint on his breath and she couldn't help but let her gaze fall to his lips, a perfectly shaped cupid's bow.
"Please," he insisted, eyes softening. The tenderness in his voice and eyes caught her off guard and she found herself answering him in spite of herself.
"You," she breathed.