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Molly Hooper woke up to the shrill sound of her digital alarm. Shit, mustn't have turned it off last night. Scowling under her groggy eyes, her hand woke up and searched to find the damned machine. Hitting it with a bit too much vigour, the silence was welcoming bliss. Smiling to herself at her victory against the alarm, she turned over and flung herself across the bed. Her eyes shot open when her seemingly naked body collided against something hard that seemed to be taking up the majority of her mattress. Discovering that she was now sprawled across Sherlock's also naked body, her eyes shot open and met his, smiling beneath her.

"Good morning Miss Hooper." He said, the corner of his mouth curling under his delicious baritone. Wrapping his arms around her body, engulfing her in his manly cage, he flipped her over so he was now atop her, looking down into her bewildered eyes.

"Hi." Ashamed of all that she could think about was Sherlock's lips now tracing her neck and pinning her hands above her head, Hi, was about all she could muster. Although the pair were still exhausted from the previous night, feeling his growing hardness against her thigh was the perfect wake up call for a Saturday morning.

Kissing her mouth deeply, Sherlock couldn't help but smile at the whimper that left Molly's lips when he slipped his length inside her, slowly filling her. Hips moving together slowing, their lips didn't leave each other until they broke together, trembling in the wake. Slumping onto his back, Sherlock pulled Molly to his chest and held her tightly, his fingers tracing the dew on her spine as her fingers knotted into his damp curls that fell around his satisfied face.

Breathing heavily, Molly found the strength to reply;

"Good morning to you, Mr Holmes."

Molly decided to leave Sherlock in her bed, since he dropped back off to sleep after their morning glory. Probably the most he slept in Christ knows how long. She indulged herself with a long shower, using all the products she could find. Long lost christmas presents, the new sponge she bought last week, even the expensive shampoo Sherlock bought her las Christmas. She hummed to herself as the hot water lavished the soap on her skin, and saturated her hair with moisture.

She got out the shower and wrapped a clean bath towel around her body, wringing out her hair and letting it hang down her shoulders. She paused for a moment, listening intently to see if Sherlock had stirred. Silence. Going back to the mirror, she continued her grooming and applied a rich cream to her face, continuing to hum to herself. Sherlock and I are together. We've slept together. He's told me he loves me. We're together. Molly smiled at the precious thoughts going round her head. She looked in the mirror and played with her hair, holding it up in different styles, debating a new look until she saw his face in the mirror. Stood behind her, the bed sheet wrapped around his waist, head cocked, looking at her stunning face. They didn't have to say anything, their eyes doing that for them. He came behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Looking at each other in the mirror, his head resting down on her shoulder.

"Think I could get used to this you know" Molly said, looking longingly at his lips.

"Get used to what?" He nipped at her shoulder with his sharp, white teeth.
"Well, it's nice waking up with you." Biting her lip as snapshots of this morning flew across her eyes.

"Yes well, I do rather enjoy that too. You're doing a good job Molly, making me show feelings." The mocking tone in his voice made her chuckle.

"I've got to go back to Baker Street. Lestrade has text me the details of a case and John is ringing me feverently. Probably wondering why I didn't come home last night." Picking up the spare toothbrush he kept at Molly's flat, pushing away the wonder why she had kept his toothbrush he left when he moved out.

"Do you have to? Mary will be with him, she moved in before the wedding." Molly sat on the sink and wrapped her legs around his waist, tugging the sheet off from around his waist.
Unable to ignore Molly's legs wrapped around his now naked body, Sherlock threw down his toothbrush and leaned down to her.

"Do you have to be so deliciously teasing when I have something else to attend to." He slipped off her bath towel and lifted her up against him, his strong hands cupping her soft arse. Dragging her nails down his back, pleased at the shivers he emitted as she did, she kissed his chastely;

"Can't I persuade you to stay Mr Holmes?" Her eyelashes tickled his cheekbones.

"I'm sure I can think of something Miss Hooper.."

Aware that at least a few hours had passed, Molly re-awoke in her bed around midday. Feeling wonderfully delicate, she noticed the familiar scrawl on the back of an envelope propped up against the lamp beside her bed.

"Gone to the case, didn't want to wake you. Will text you later -SH". Holding the note to her lips, Molly finally got up and went about her day.

A little after 4pm, Molly's phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. She had just finished cleaning her apartment and had settled on the sofa with a cup of tea. Jumping up to its exciting vibration, she rushed to it, knowing full well who was texting her.

"Incredibly dull case, over in an hour. Dinner? -SH"

Smiling like a naughty school girl, she replied back immediately.

"Of course. Mine or yours? Or out is an option -M x"

Debating how long it would take for him to reply, she was cut off again by the buzzing. They fell into a rapid conversation.

"The lovebirds are out, Mrs Husdon's visiting sister. Baker Street it is -SH"

"Have you told John about us? -M x"

Molly decided now was the time to broach the question about telling John about their coupling, seeings as she'd either chicken out or get too distracted to later. There was a definite pause before Sherlock's reply;

"No. Lets discuss it later. Currently thinking about how your lips are coping? -SH"

Puzzling over what discussion needed to be had about telling John, her tongue traced over her tender, swelled lips, their copper taste reminder her of the rather hungry bite Sherlock took in the bathroom this morning. Feeling aroused at the memory, Molly replied back. Two can play at this game, she thought.

"They're missing yours. They're also debating whether or not to wear underwear later -M x"

Again, there was a noticeable pause between hitting send and getting a reply.

"I wouldn't if I were you Miss Hooper. Come round at 7, I do hope you're hungry. -SH"

Smiling to herself, Molly left it at that and finished her tea. Deciding already what to wear tonight.