I had a change of hearts; it's Molly Hooper's chapter now. Henry will have to wait (he is a client who is used to that after all). This chapter is more of a raising line; from slightly pathetic, awkward Molly to comfortable and daring Molly; from sad to happy, which I found okay since that poor girl needs some happy endings. Enjoy!

Molly Hooper

Hole, Loom, Pry

The latex gloves made a smacking sound that echoed through the morgue and Molly jumped as she washed her hands in a basin.

"Was it futile? Poking a dead man?" she attempted to joke but Sherlock only scowled and stomped to her side, away from the white body on the table.

"It wasn't poking! It was a scientific experiment!" he hissed but Molly still found him gorgeous, even in anger. Especially when he was this close and could actually loom over her.

"Molly?"

"Yeah?" she whispered and then there was a large hand on her neck and a finger pressing into the sensitive skin. She gulped, aware that Sherlock would feel it too.

"If a bullet causes a hole here," Sherlock mumbled and his gaze was thousands of stars brimming with luminescent grey which Molly willingly drowned in, "the victim can be saved, but not if the bullet penetrates here." He moved his slender finger to pry over her pulse point and Molly knew he was in a sociopathic, oblivious mood and yet couldn't muster the strength to lift away his hand.

"Yep. That's life. Peculiar, isn't it?" she smiled but shook like a leaf. Then Sherlock let go of her and marched toward the door as if nothing intimate had happened, which hadn't in his mind. Sherlock remained her crush for a long time.

Hello, Romp, Yo

"Oh, God! Oh, God! I'm…I'm," Molly gasped when he drove his full length into her and made her come with her thighs quivering around his waist. Distantly she heard him release a passionate groan when he reached climax a few seconds later. He then collapsed on her and they stayed together for a while to get their voices back after the romp in her bed.

Molly smiled shyly but brightly as she nuzzled the man's salty neck and he placed gentle kisses on her shoulder.

Molly counted herself lucky for having dared venture into the IT department, after the ordeal with Jim, to see if there was any man to begin to flirt with. And what a man she had found. He raised his head and wore a playful but also utterly spent expression.

"Hello there," Molly whispered and felt herself blush at the intense look he gave her.

"Yo, Molly," he said and made her laugh before he dove in for a kiss, body still trapped between her legs. Molly wouldn't let go of this man who now was her boyfriend.

Elm, Holy, Poor

"Lie down for God's sake! If someone walks in they're going to see your white arse!" Molly hissed and yanked down her boyfriend on top of her on the hard church bench made of polished elm so they wouldn't be discovered that easy.

It wasn't a good idea but she enjoyed feeling naughty and nothing did that better than having sex in a church while every guest was at the wedding reception in the mansion across the street.

"Oh, Molly, I can't control myself. You're looking so fantastic in that dress!" her man gushed and then promptly slid a hand up the slit of her emerald bridesmaid outfit. And she was equally as turned on as he because of his black suit, which at the moment was becoming undone by her ministrations.

"Poor baby. What can I do to make you feel better?" she cooed and fondled his warm member and watched him squirm and hold back a moan.

"Let me take you before God, Holy Mary and Jeeesus Christ…!"

She had guided him to her wet opening and rendered him speechless, except for sounds of pleasure that echoed through the house of love.

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