Wow, I'm blown away by all the positive reviews on the last chapter. I'm so glad you liked the rain soaked, bare foot kiss. That scene was actually the first one I thought off and the rest of the story was built from there.

I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint!

Normal disclaimers apply.

Chapter 6

Sherlock and Molly had finally come to their senses, gathered up their belongings and made a run through the rain, for Baker St. which was about 15 minutes away.

Sherlock seemed unfazed by the exercise but Molly's lungs were burning by the time they fell through the door into the welcome cool, dry porch. Mrs Hudson came out of her flat when she heard the noise and berated them for letting themselves get so wet.

'You get that girl upstairs and make sure she has a hot shower before she catches a cold.'

'Mrs Hudson I hardly think Molly is likely to get pneumonia from being caught in a summer shower. Any chance of some tea though?' He smiled widely at her and she tutted good naturedly. 'I'm your landlady not your housekeeper. Just this once though, seeing as Molly is with you.'

'Thank you Mrs Hudson.' Called Sherlock as he pulled Molly up the stairs.

As they went through the door he pushed her against the wall, kissing the base of her neck, 'so, Molly, shower for one or for two?'

Molly was tempted; she really was but the sensible half of her won out. 'One, just one.'

Sherlock groaned as he leant against her, 'why?'

She laughed at the petulance in his voice, 'because this' she waved back and forth between them, 'is all so sudden. I don't even know where it's come from or how you feel or anything?'

He pushed himself against her so she could feel him hard against her hip, 'oh, you know exactly how I feel.'

She punched him lightly on the chest, 'not physically, emotionally. Let me have a shower and we can talk.'

He pushed away from her, 'pah talking, talking's boring. I'll get you some dry clothes to change into, they'll be on the bed in my room when you've finished. Fresh towels are on the shelf on your right as you go in.'

Molly smiled as she followed him through to the bathroom, this was going to be interesting.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Half an hour later Molly was sat drinking tea wearing a pair of Sherlock's pyjamas. The t shirt wasn't so bad but she had had to roll the trousers up about four times before they rested above her feet.

Sherlock had changed into his normal attire and was sat opposite her drinking his tea and watching her closely. She felt a little bit like prey being hunted by an eagle or a tiger. It was unnerving but she stared him down, a small smile playing on her lips.

'So, Sherlock! What is this?' She gestured with her hand again between the two of them.

He sighed with frustration and broke his gaze staring off into the corner of the ceiling behind her, 'it's me deciding that maybe it's time to be in a relationship.'

'Why now? And more importantly why me?'

'Why not now?...oh, I'll be honest, since John moved out I've missed human contact. I've enjoyed having you around the last few days and I don't want that to stop.' He took another sip of his tea and looked at her once more, 'as for why you, there's never been anyone else Molly, surely you've always known that deep down. I told you I wanted you before we faked my death and I told you you were the one person that mattered the most when we spent that day together solving crimes.'

Molly sat for a moment shocked, 'but...you've never, ever shown the slightest bit of interest in me, not romantically, not sexually.'

'Just because I never showed it doesn't mean it wasn't there. It's always been there, my attraction to you. I chose to repress it, to concentrate on my work, but that's not enough anymore. Plus on closer examination I feel that having you in my life will enhance it both work wise and personally. So, Molly, question is do you still want a relationship with me?'

Molly smiled and, mirroring Sherlock, took a sip of her drink, she was trying to play it cool whilst inside her head she was screaming with glee. 'I suppose I could try you out on a trial basis.'

He smirked and raised an eyebrow, 'on a trial basis eh. And what will I need to do to pass this trial?'

'Oh, I don't know, I'm sure I'll think of something.'

Sherlock put his tea down and leant forward in his chair. 'So, is sex still off the table now we've talked?'

Molly shivered at the look on his face and swallowed heavily. 'Yes, for now. Let's just get to know each other a bit first.'

Sherlock huffed and flung himself back into his chair, 'I already know everything I need to know about you Molly! What do you need to know about me?'

Molly giggled at his strop; she put her own drink down and moved over to sit on his lap leaning into him her hand playing with the buttons on his shirt. She was relishing being able, finally, to touch him and kiss him. It was all so longed for but also so new and novel.

'You absolutely do not know everything there is to know about me, you only know the surface stuff, my background, my job, where I live not who I am, what I love, what I aspire to be. As for you, I want to know what you like and dislike,' she kissed the base of his neck where it met his shoulder, sucking the skin into her mouth, 'what excites you and inspires you.' She undid his shirt slowly as he watched her, his eyes dark with lust. She finally pulled it out from his trousers and trailed her fingers over his stomach before scraping her nails over his nipples, hearing him suck in a breath as his arm tightened around her. 'I want to know how you fill your time when you're not on a case, what books you read, what food you eat.' She used her tongue to scrape up his throat before she shifted herself on his lap until she was straddling him. 'And I want to get to know what turns you on, before we go any further.' She moved forward and kissed him her tongue plunging into his mouth. She smiled as she kissed him when she heard a low groan echo through his chest, his hands on her bum pulling her against his hardness.

She eventually pulled back from him breathless once more, 'see there's still so much we need to find out. Now how about we eat some of Mrs Hudson's sandwiches before they get stale.' She slid off his lap knowing she needed to separate herself from him physically before she succumbed to her own lusts. She opened the picnic basket and held up the wrappers, 'see, ham or tuna, which is your favourite?'

Sherlock looked up at her lazily, 'you Molly Hooper are a tease, maybe that's something I didn't know about you. As for the food I already know yours is tuna, so I'll have the ham. I also deduce that I could make you scream my name within five minutes using just my tongue. Do you need me to prove it to you?' He smiled what she could only describe as an evilly sinful smile.

Molly blushed feeling a flood of arousal rush through her body at the images in her mind, 'Sherlock, behave! Now let's eat, then maybe you can show me those foxtrot steps again.'

Sherlock spent the rest of the evening trying to persuade Molly to stay over. He promised he would be a gentleman and wouldn't force himself on her but it wasn't him she was worried about. She absolutely knew that if she stayed in Sherlock's bed she would end up having sex with him.

She did wonder what was stopping her; they were both grown adults with no other attachments. She supposed it was just the speed with which their relationship had progressed, plus she knew how fickle Sherlock was. What if he changed his mind the next day, he'd walk away undamaged but she wouldn't be quite so lucky. She just needed him to prove this was more than just a passing fad or frustration warping his decisions.

Sherlock meanwhile didn't push things to hard because he knew exactly why Molly was unsure. He knew she needed time to get used to the idea and to trust his intentions and even though they'd both pushed the boundaries a bit he was more than happy to go at her speed. After all he'd abstained from sex for over ten years what were a few more days.

By the time Molly felt she ought to leave her dress had dried out. She changed back into it and Sherlock walked her to the front door to see her out, he had been brought up to be the perfect gentleman even if he didn't always show it. Before he called her a cab he pulled her into his arms and hugged her, his chin resting on the top of her head. 'I will wait, Molly. I'll prove I'm in this for the long haul.' Then he kissed her one last time.

A few minutes later Molly was sat in the cab winging her way home her hand touching her lips which were red and swollen from a kiss that had left her little more than a bag of needy, desperate hormones. All she could think about was what they could have been doing if she had decided to stay.

So did Molly make the right decision or the wrong one in your opinion? I, personally didn't want things to move too fast between them. I like them taking it slow.