And so we come to the morning after :). How will Molly react, will Sherlock have regrets? You'll just have to read on to find out.

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Chapter 4

When Molly woke up at lunchtime the next day she felt like shit. She dragged herself into the kitchen self-medicating on paracetamol and coffee before sending off a quick text to Mary.

How are you feeling? Mx

Mary soon replied.

Like hell. You?

Same. I'm assuming we had a good night seeing as I can't remember most of it.

Yes, we did. Do you remember snogging the face off that guy?

Molly scrunched her eyes closed, she remembered talking to a blond guy for a while, she'd danced with him too, he'd seemed nice. Then he'd disappeared somewhere, she frowned as she realised he hadn't even said goodbye or given her his number or anything, bastard.

There were vague flashes of someone else, she remembered a nice, dark, blue shirt that he'd been wearing. Oh God yes, she suddenly remembered that kiss, it had been hot, like really hot, it had left her squirming with lust. He'd had dark hair...hadn't he? She shook her head in confusion then regretted it as her headache made itself known again.

Ah well, it didn't look like she'd got his number either, shame. She'd probably been so drunk she'd put him off. She looked at the clock, at least she had a few hours before she needed to be at Sherlock's for the next lesson, plenty of time for a long soak in the bath and some comfort food to help her recover.

Back at The Watson's house Mary read out Molly's latest text I vaguely remember, he was a hot kisser. Shame I didn't get his number.

'Looks like Molly has no idea she was kissing Sherlock. What do you think, should I tell her? She'll be mortified poor thing.'

John looked up from where he was playing with Elizabeth on the carpet 'Oh God no, let Sherlock handle it. It's his mess after all, we're better off staying well clear.'

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Molly was still feeling a tad delicate as she made her way to Sherlock's house. She was wearing shades to fend off the early evening sun and carrying a big bottle of water. She'd also picked up some pasta and sauce as she remembered that she had offered to cook this evening. She hoped the dancing wouldn't be too energetic, she wasn't sure her head could handle too much movement.

When she arrived in the flat Sherlock was playing on his violin at the window, he always found playing his violin very soothing and since that kiss with Molly the night before he had found he was in need of a lot of calming. He'd spent most of the night sleeplessly in his bed thinking about Molly before ending up taking a cold shower.

He'd then fallen asleep on his couch during the day before waking up to a painful hard on that had needed yet another shower to rectify. He was basically a bit of a mess and he had no idea either how to proceed or what to say to Molly but he had no doubt she would want to confront him on it. Maybe he should just deal with it head on.

He put the violin down and followed Molly into the kitchen where she was decanting pasta and some other provisions, out of a plastic bag and onto the table.

'Hi Sherlock, that was a lovely piece you were just playing. It seemed familiar, what was it?'

'What? Oh that, it was the music I composed for John and Mary's wedding. Listen I..'

'I hope you're not planning on being too energetic tonight, I'm afraid I'm a bit hung over from last night.'

'Yes about last night...'

'I blame Mary, she made us drink shots when we got to the first pub and I can never handle them. Sorry you were saying?'

'Yes, about last night, I feel I should apologise for the fact that I didn't see you safely home. I..erm..it's just well...' Sherlock floundered suddenly.

Molly's face creased in confusion, 'how do you mean, see me home, why would I expect you to see me home...' She tailed off having had a brief flash of memory from the night before. She had her hand out touching that blue shirt and she was looking at the guy telling him how much he looked like Sherlock. Her mouth formed an O as it suddenly hit her that he hadn't just looked like Sherlock, he had been Sherlock.

She looked at him with something akin to horror on her face, 'oh my God, it was you, you were the hot kisser.' As she said the last two words she slapped her hand across her mouth as if to prevent herself from saying anything else.

Sherlock was beginning to realise that he hadn't needed to say anything at all. He smirked at her though, unable to help the swell of pride at her last words, 'well that's very kind of you to say so Molly.'

She pulled a kitchen chair out and sat down heavily, she was feeling a bit dizzy all of a sudden, 'so hang on, why were you even there...in a nightclub? I don't understand.'

'That was John's fault. He...err...decided he wanted to meet up with Mary and he persuaded me, against my better judgement, to accompany him.'

'But, then why...why...oh God, how did we end up kissing?'

'It seems you can be quite assertive when you're drunk Molly. If you want something you just go ahead and take it.'

Molly leant on the kitchen table with her elbows and put her head in her hands feeling mortified, 'I am so, so sorry Sherlock. I don't know what to say.' She stood up quickly making her decision, 'I think maybe I should just go.'

Sherlock scrambled to stop her as he swiftly realised that he didn't actually want her to leave.

He caught her wrist as she passed him. 'Molly, come on, what's a brief kiss between friends. Just forget it, I have,' he lied. 'Now shall we make the pasta first and practice second.'

Molly acquiesced but it felt strange and awkward for the rest of the evening, their conversation over the food was stilted and Molly struggled to think of anything to say. When it came to the actual dancing she found she couldn't even look him in the eye as they moved around the front room. Sherlock saw the distance between them but didn't know how to fix it. He wanted to get back to that easy familiarity that they had had just a couple of days ago but it seemed to have vanished.

They called it a night very early and Sherlock said he would text her about their next session. For Molly it was just a relief to be out of there.

As it was not even eight o'clock and still light she walked home, letting her mind wander back to the night before. How had she not realised it was Sherlock? How drunk must she have been? The memories started to come back bit by bit and they only made her more confused. She remembered him gripping her hips and pulling her closer to him, his tongue vying with hers, his groan of desire. She stood stock still in the street as the realisation hit her, he hadn't rejected her kiss as she had initially thought he must have, he had responded to it.

She let herself into her flat and made herself a cup of tea before curling up on the sofa with Toby on her knee. She didn't feel in the mood for watching TV, she was too lost in her own thoughts and speculations.

She texted Mary. Why didn't you tell me it was Sherlock last night?

Didn't think it was my place. I take it he told you then.

Yes, Mary it was mortifying. Next time give me a heads up.

So what now?

I don't know Mary, I honestly don't know.

Even though it was a Saturday night she decided to have an early night. It might all seem better in the morning. Instead when she finally did get to sleep she dreamt of blue shirts and hot wet kisses. She could almost feel Sherlock's body pressed against her, she remembered how he had smelt, how he had tasted. By the time she woke the next morning she felt as though she had hardly slept a wink. She rolled over hiding her face in the pillow, she'd always had a thing for Sherlock but that kiss had just made everything ten times worse, how was she ever going to be able to see him again. Maybe it would be better if she cancelled the dance lessons and see if she could sell on the tickets.

Oh oh Molly's having second thoughts about the whole venture. Let's hope Sherlock isn't feeling the same way.

Next chapter will be up at the weekend, so not long to wait.