A/N: Hi guys! Thanks for the reviews, favourites and follows. As I said in my prior chapter I have 12 exams coming up so this is very rushed and I apologise for that. As always I own nothing; it all belongs to Stephan Moffat, Mark Gatiss, BBC and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

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SM

Chapter 6:

"But I am not. You Molly Hooper are the single most important being in the universe. And you are My Pathologist." He whispered, unconsciously drawing patterns on my hip.

"Then you are My Consulting Detective." I replied, twisting around to face him, searching his eyes for his thoughts.

"Okay. That seems tolerable." He murmured, his usually frosty gaze had thawed; his blue eyes were warm. I lifted my hand, softly caressing his cheek, I pressed a soft kiss to his nose. I leant back, watching cautiously, ensuring I had done nothing wrong.

"Thank you, Sherlock." I said, deeply staring into his eyes. Interlacing his fingers with mine, he stared at them, rotating it so he could see every angle. Running his thumb over my scaphoid, he looked quizzically at me.

"Doctor Hooper." He breathed; I could feel his rapid shallow breaths dancing on my lips.

"Sherlock." I replied, inching closer to him. He leant in, gingerly pressing his lips to mine. His plush rose lips firm against mine; Sherlock grew more confident with each passing second, his tongue insistently prodded at the seam of my lips, trying to gain entry. I gasped, entwining my fingers into his dark silky curls, pulling on them lightly. He took this opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth and what seemed like try to sought out all of my 5000 taste buds.

Seconds turned to minutes and soon we were rolling about on the bed, nibbling each others necks when we needed oxygen. Suddenly there was a knocking at my front door. We didn't stop, this only fuelled our duel, are motions frenzied and clumsy. The knocking continued, Sherlock broke away just long enough, breathing heavily

"We don't want whatever you're selling." He shouted, his lips returned to mine; not wasting any time he started pushing up the crimson shirt up my torso. After Sherlock had shouted at the person at the door the knocking seized, leaving us in peace to do whatever we wanted to for the next, however long. Suddenly somebody cleared their throat and it definitely wasn't one of them.

"My, my. Sherlock, you are quite vulgar despite your lack of experience." A familiar cold voice announced, closer than they hoped. We suddenly stopped; both turning towards the direction of the voice.

"Mycroft!" I squeaked, pulling Sherlock closer to cover my exposed torso.

"Brother, you're timing as always is impeccable." Sherlock's voice oozing with sarcasm.

"Honestly Sherlock. What did I say about sentiment dear brother?" Mycroft said icily,

"This is nothing, Mycroft." He replied, staring at him with cold eyes.

"Good, I wouldn't want you falling prey to that trivial nonsense. Anyway you have been compromised. New target. Downstairs ten minutes, don't keep me waiting." His brother said, walking out of my flat and slamming the door behind him.

"THIS is nothing to you?" I muttered, pushing him off and crawling off the bed.

"No, that's not what I meant..." He said calmly, sitting up and running a hand through his curls

"T...t...then what did you mean Sherlock?" I enquired, confused at what he meant.

"I don't know what THIS is but all I know is that I don't want this to end." He retorted, staring at me and fiddling with his hands,

"R...r...really?" I stuttered, assessing him to see if he was lying to me.

"Yes, really. To use your words Molly, I do like you and I don't want Mycroft to interfere like usual. There are many things that Mycroft is and understanding is not one of them." He smiled,

"Okay, I...I...I...I should help you pack..." I muttered, smiling at him under my eyelashes and he smiled back.

Eight minutes later we were stood by my front door, my hand clasped around the handle; my other hand was clasped in his.

"Please be careful Sherlock. It would kill me if you really died." I mumbled, slowly looking up to meat his gaze.

"I will be." He replied, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles around my hand, "Do one thing for me?" He asked, pulling our entwined up to his lips and kissing my hand.

"Anything. What do you need?" I asked, without hesitation.

"Promise me you will wait for me." He muttered, looking no longer like a grown man but an innocent young boy,

"I promise." I whispered, turning out hands over and kissing his knuckles.

"Close your eyes for me." Sherlock mumbled, pulling me closer.

"Goodbye Molly."

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