He was kissing her, it was only his lips touching her and only just. Grazing softly. She could feel his breath, warm and steady. She lifted her head trying to get closer. She wanted to feel him, all of him. Suddenly he flipped her over. The gentle teasing gone. He held both her wrists in one of his hands as his traced kisses down her neck, along the curve of her spine, until he reached the barrier of her top. Pulling back slightly he slipped the straps down her arms then continued kissing. Molly squirmed she could feel her arousal pooling between her legs and she wanted to feel his mouth there.

Crash!

Molly sat up with a jolt. That bloody window cleaner! Every week he came round crashing his ladders and buckets. Why today though! Why now!

It was because she had seen him yesterday. She had had another dream because she had seen Sherlock yesterday. He had been at the hospital with that policeman. He hadn't seen her. Since that débâcle over Jim she had tried to avoid him. He was bad enough normally; to have him say 'I told you so' to her face was more than she could stand at the moment. Her colleagues had been bad enough. She had seen the sniggering and heard the whispers but she was able to ignore them. It was him that she cared about.

The dream had just been getting good too. She hadn't had that one before. Normally he was gentle and soft and romantic. But this dream he had been more adventurous. Damn the window cleaner!

Knowing she would not be able to sleep now Molly got up and showered. She needed to go shopping anyway so she might as well make the most of the early wake up call.

Wandering round the supermarket Molly glanced at the magazine and papers. He was featured again. His fame was rising. That hat looked so cute! Knowing he was on a case Molly was hoping he would need to come to the morgue soon. She needed to face him, she couldn't avoid him forever.

She was just rounding the end of the aisle when she heard shouting. Looking up she saw Sherlock's friend. What was his name? James? Ben? John? Yes John. he appeared to be shouting at the automated cash register. He was obviously as weird as his friend, and she had thought he was the sensible one! Avoiding the stares being directed at John Molly edged round the aisle and made her way towards the wine. Maybe tonight she would invite the girls from work round. At least then she wouldn't be sat in on her own.

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"So Molly, now that weirdo Jim has disappeared any other men on the horizon?" Jenny asked.

"No, think I will give men a miss for a while." Molly smiled "Jim was enough to cure me of men completely really but I am sure given time I will be ready to meet someone new."

"What about that Dr guy who works with Sherlock. He's single isn't he?"

Molly laughed, "and as weird as his friend, I saw him today in the supermarket shouting at a machine. I tell you I am better off on my own!"

"Yeah she could have a point," Sammy laughed, "my hubby is just a waste of space most of the time, molly you need to get out there and have fun. We should do this more often, you always keep yourself locked in that creepy morgue. Come out clubbing with us next weekend, tonight even lets go tonight. It'll be fun!"

"Oh I don't know," Molly hedged. " And my lab is not creepy!"

Laughing the conversation turned to their fellow workers at the hospital; who was seeing whom and slagging of the bosses. By 11 the girls said goodbye to Molly having failed to get her to go clubbing. Molly smiled as she locked the door. It had been a good night. She had enjoyed it much more than sitting watching some talent show. So marking it down as a success she began tidying up. Her friends mocked her obsessive cleaning, she put it down to her training and job, they said she needed to loosen up. Tonight she just needed to sleep.

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He was watching her, his gaze tracing her body. He stood before her in just his trousers, his bare chest smooth and inviting.

"Come here," she said, wishing her voice didn't sound quite so needy. He took a step towards her. He traced one hand down the side of her face softly brushing her hair behind her ear.

Bending he whispered "shhh" and placed a finger to her lips.

Not wanting to stop him Molly lay still hardly daring to breath wondering what he would do. She let her eyes move over his body. He look so tall stood over her. Although slim his stomach and chest showed muscles she would not have guessed he had. As he moved beside her his trousers brushed the side of the bed drawing her eyes down. She could see an outline of his penis through his trousers, he was not even touching her just walking round looking and she had caused him to get hard!

She wanted to touch him. Run her hands through his curls. Stroke that stomach, feel his heat as she rubbed him against her.

"Sherlock please..."

"sshhhhh"

He moved again. Sitting next to her this time he picked up her hand and kissed the back of it before pulling one of her fingers into his mouth and sucking it slowly; keeping his eyes on her face the whole time. The sensation of his tongue swirling and sucking on the pad of her finger caused her to squirm. Removing her finger he placed her hand on her breast and said "Show me."

"Show you what?" She was confused.

"Show me how you want me to touch you."

Molly closed her eyes embarrassed but so aroused she wasn't about to stop. She drew her finger round her nipple barely touching just teasing softly as she felt it harden before tracing the other in the same way. Opening her eyes she saw Sherlock watching intently.

"Keep going." he said as her finger stopped moving. She pinched the nipple feeling the pulse shoot through her before moving her hand lower across her stomach; tickling almost the touch was so light. She moved slightly so she could reach her goal easier. Knowing it wouldn't take much she used her finger to brush her curls then moved lower.

Letting her finger dip in to her wetness she moved back to her clit. A couple of light brushes was all it took her arousal so high. Suddenly her back was aching into her orgasm. "Oh god! Sherlock!" She called out as the feelings washed over her.

She opened her eyes. He wasn't there. No! Please not again! Sitting up, her breathing still heavy Molly saw the dampness on her hand and realised once again she had been asleep. She had done this to herself. Groaning she thumped her pillow wanting to cry.

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