30 Days (Kind of) to Fall in Love

The prompt is inspired by ericandy's 30 day OTP challenge on Tumblr.

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5. Kissing

Molly Hooper had a startlingly large amount of erotic dreams. Molly Hooper's analysis of said dreams and her inspirations from them were positively pornographic, in the opinion of the man reading them, her boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. After a rather successful first date in which it had been revealed that the two were on the same page with one another, so to speak, and that Sherlock's inexperience with both dating in general and in the bedroom had prompted a desire from both that they should move slowly, Molly had presented Sherlock with her dream diary, in which she described in precise detail the dreams in which he stared and what she might like to do in reality. It had become for Sherlock a guide to Molly Hooper.

Over the next few weeks, he worked his way through it, while still taking cases. When Lestrade called him the day after their date, he had immersed himself in his investigation, completely ignoring his girlfriend. It wasn't until he and John stopped by the lab that they actually spoke. Molly had been quite miffed with his ignorance of her texts and calls, but when it was revealed that he had been doing so due to the case, she understood why he hadn't been paying her any attention. She informed him that while she understood, he should at least let her know before hand when he was getting involved in a case such as this. Sherlock agreed and the two became enraptured once more with the microscope. John sighed and went out to get a cup of coffee while they sorted through the chemistry.

When John returned, he was greeted with a sight that he had never though he would see. Sherlock had Molly pressed up against the counter and was currently shoving his tongue down her throat. He could see Molly's hands moving beneath his suit coat as Sherlock's were fisted in her hair, which no longer held the ponytail that he had seen just ten minutes prior. Clearly neither of them had acknowledged his presence as Molly's hands moved down to give Sherlock's bum a good squeeze. Deciding that he needed to make his presence know right away, he let out a rather loud cough which pulled the two out of their embrace rather sharply. "Did you get the results back," he asked innocently, allowing a small smirk to creep onto his face.

Sherlock let out a small cough. "Yes, thank you Molly. Text me the results of the full panel when it comes in please," he said in a voice that did not sound like a man who had just been caught snogging his girlfriend in the morgue laboratory. He turned from the woman he had just been caught kissing and joined John as he walked out of the lab. As they left John frowned and turned to him. "Sherlock," he queried, "did you at least say goodbye to the woman who has the grace and the patience to allow you to do what you were just doing?"

"No," he said with a frown. "Should I have?"

John sighed. After Sherlock's confession the other night that he had intentions of trying to have sex with Molly Hooper, he had sat the man down to try and understand what was going on with him. He could very easily see how things could go pear shaped; Sherlock was generally terrible with people and absolutely terrible to Molly. John was friends with Molly and the last thing that he wanted was for her to get hurt. He and Sherlock had had a long talk about what exactly his intentions were in pursuing Molly, and, after much discussion, he had come to the conclusion that there were genuine feelings on Sherlock's behalf and that this was not just an experiment or for some sort of case.

Since that discussion, he had realized that in addition to acting as Sherlock's conscious in interactions with clients, he was also needed to make sure Sherlock didn't totally bollock everything up. By no means did he intend to stand over his shoulder through every interaction between the two, but at moments like these, he felt a need to butt in. "You should probably at least say good bye to her. I'm assuming you haven't spoken to her since we started on this case?" he said.

"Right," Sherlock said. Without another word he turned around and went back to the lab. John continued to the lift to wait for him.

Molly felt extremely embarrassed. She hadn't meant to get so carried away with kissing Sherlock, but when he had touched his lips to hers, she found herself consumed with him. His lips and mouth were soft but demanding as she had opened her mouth to allow him access. She had gently run her hands up and down his chest, moving to his back and eventually to his arse, which was just as fantastic as it looked. It wasn't until John let out the cough that she had actually felt like she was on planet earth and had pulled away from him. Then, at a word from John, he had left. She shook her head as she tried to refocus on the test that she was running for the case.

Just as she was getting back into her mindset, she heard the door open once more and looked up to see Sherlock coming back in. She had felt a bit disappointed when he hadn't even said goodbye, but she reminded herself that it was Sherlock Holmes, and his promise to at least text her once every 24 hours when he was on a case was quite a bit more than most got out of him.

She smiled as he approached her and put his arms around her once more. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Did that live up to your dream," he asked, allowing his rich baritone tones to work their magic in the pathologist. One of her dreams had consisted of her getting herself off just by his voice, and he was anxious to see if he could really get her to do that. Another dream had consisted of him walking into the morgue and snogging her senseless. This had been his attempt to fulfill that particular dream, and he was anxious to know how he had performed.

Molly moved so that her mouth was right next to his ear. She deftly pulled his ear lobe into her mouth before she whispered in his ear. "Oh yes. Excellent dream fulfillment. Next time perhaps you can involve the riding crop, or have you got to that yet," she asked. Sherlock had not in fact got to anything about his riding crop but knew that he needed to find said object soon. He pulled back and placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

"Goodbye," he smirked. "Don't forget to text me those results," he shouted as he left the lab. Molly smiled at how well things were going and was quite excited to see how things would progress.

So life continued for Sherlock and Molly. He kept reading and surprising her with his inventiveness on her dreams. He was faithful to text Molly at least once a day when on a case and the two found themselves going out several more times, each one rather successful. They had yet to take the plunge into sleeping together, but their frequent snogging sessions were making the couple more comfortable with each other and the awkwardness that came with not knowing the person you are kissing had dissipated.