Hello again, everybody! Now, this one comes from a prompt by the lovely SammyKatz who suggested an idea that was too good to refuse J I really hope my lack of knowledge on self-defence and martial arts of any kind doesn't offend anyone, lol xx Thanks for the wonderful idea and I hope you enjoy it ;p xx

Prompt - Self-defence

Sherlock sighed and crossed his arms as he leaned back into the sofa as he waited for Molly to return from the bathroom. He had, grumpily, agreed to join Molly, John and his new girlfriend – Jane? Louise? – to the cinema, mostly to stop their pestering. Molly appeared moments later, in her favourite jeans and comfortable t-shirt with a yellow cartoon character on which had Molly informed him was SpongeBob. She was reading a leaflet with great interest. Sherlock frowned as he noticed it was a leaflet on martial arts.

"You are not still going to those classes, are you? They will never get you anywhere."

Molly turned to him with a raised eyebrow and handed him the leaflet. Sherlock examined it while she explained her training.

"There's more to it than you think. A lot of it is focus and technique more than fighting. It's only used for when necessary. My tutor said I was the best in the group-"

"It probably is no achievement considering your obsession with this Bruce Lee person. Martial arts is about strength and dedication, and your lack of upper body strength and poor posture, due to the nature of your profession, cannot allow you to achieve in this field."

Molly rolled her eyes and took the leaflet, shaking her head slightly. Sherlock frowned as she placed the leaflet in her cabinet. Over the past few weeks, he had assumed her reasons for taking these classes were exercise. However, it had intensified and Molly had been signing up for more and Sherlock realised it was to gain independence and prove she can take care of herself. On some level, he was quite thankful for these lessons, even if he didn't show it, as it meant Molly had grown more aggressive and dominating in the bedroom. Sherlock would never tell anyone, not even Molly, that since she had been going to these classes, they have had the best sex ever and it just kept getting better each time. Molly was standing in front of him again and smiling, hands on her hips.

"You're just upset that I can kick your arse, now, aren't you?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes before grabbing her wrists and pulling her to him, kissing her neck. Molly giggled and caressed his hair pulling it slightly as he bit down.

"We've got to meet John…"

She breathed even though she was sure she sounded firm. Sherlock just nodded as he continued to kiss her, moving up her neck to meet her lips. Molly moaned and pressed herself tighter to him as his hands were pulling her top. She sighed and broke away for a moment.

"Oh, fuck it, we can be a few minutes late."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, as Molly started pulling him towards her bedroom. He chuckled as she practically pulled his arm of in her hurry.

"A few minutes? How are you going to attempt to 'kick my arse'?"

Molly's eyes twinkled as she shoved him inside and pushed him against her door. Sherlock was secretly impressed and not-so-secretly aroused by her actions.

"I don't know…but I'll have a damned good go…"

John checked his watch and then his phone before sighing impatiently. He glanced towards Carol who was sighing and glaring at him. John gave her a nervous smile before trying Molly's phone again. For God's sake, pick up.

"Shit! I forgot my phone, John's probably trying to call me. We're going to be late."

Molly and Sherlock were hurrying down the street on the way to the cinema when she stopped and patted her pockets. He stopped and leaned against the wall, smiling to himself. Molly looked up and he wasn't quick enough to wipe the smile off of his face. She raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms.

"Did you hide my phone and initiate sex to make us late for the movie?"

Sherlock dropped his mouth open in mock offense. He stepped away from the wall, also crossing his arms.

"Of course not, I have no idea where your phone is and as for the other thing…" the corners of his mouth twitched into a cheeky smirk, "I didn't realise there was anything wrong with appreciating my girlfriend."

Molly laughed and pulled his arm to start walking again. They were going to meet John and see this movie no matter what. Sherlock sighed and huffed until Molly stopped again. He turned to her to find a hand gripping her tightly, a grubby man was standing behind her smiling hungrily. Sherlock noticed Molly had stiffened and her hands had become fists.

"Give us your money or your girl, which will it be, pretty boy?"

Sherlock scowled and lunged forwards, reaching out for the man. He was knocked off of his feet, however, by a second unseen man while a third laughed riotously. Molly threw the first one off of her and turned to face the other two.

"Back away now, if you know what's good for you…"

The men laughed once more. Sherlock felt his face and realised his nose might be broken; the blood and pain was intense. He looked up and noticed Molly was standing in some kind of defensive stance. Sherlock was reminded of the time Mycroft had attempted tennis under their father's instruction. He resisted the urge to laugh. The men flew towards her then, clearly attempting to get what they came for. Sherlock watched in amazement as Molly dodged, weaved, kicked and punched her at the men. One charged and Molly had simply tripped him and kicked him in the face, knocking him out. The second man, who had been cowering in the shadows, tried to run but Molly had wrestled him to the ground and effortlessly rendered him unconscious. The third man was nowhere to be seen until he jumped from behind a lamppost grabbing her roughly from behind. Before Sherlock could haul himself to his feet, Molly had thrown the man over her shoulder and kicked him too. She turned to Sherlock, who was staring open-mouthed at her. Molly smiled at the fact that she had impressed him but dropped it when she saw his face.

"Oh, Sherlock! Are you alright?"

Sherlock shook his head, not really listening, before frowning and walking over to her.

"Yes, yes, how did you do that?"

Molly tilted her head to the side and sighed, catching his eyes and smiling slightly.

"I told you, my self-defence classes."

"Who teaches them? Rambo?"

Molly would have laughed if she wasn't so shocked he knew who Rambo was. Oh, he knows who Rambo is but Bruce Lee? The greatest martial artist the world has ever known? No, sir.

"No, my cousin Eliot and my brother Quin run their own martial arts company. They've been professionals for nearly ten years. They give me a discount."

Sherlock put his hands in his pockets, smiling slightly. He was pleased that Molly had found something she was good at that brought her happiness. He looked down at the men and prayed he would never be on the receiving end. John rushed around the corner, suddenly, looking furious. He saw Sherlock and Molly and stomped over to them.

"There you are…what the hell happened to your face?"

John completely forgot his fury as he noticed Sherlock bruised and bloodied nose and Molly's disarrayed clothes and hair. His eyes drifted to the floor and he saw the three unconscious men. He sighed.

"I guess, I should call Lestrade then?"

Sherlock nodded, looking at the men. John dialled the number and gave the address before examining them. He stood up, a large grin on his face as he looked at Sherlock.

"Well done, excellent work, Molly."

"Thank you, Doctor Watson."

John laughed to himself as the look on Sherlock's face became too much…

I hope you enjoyed that one 'cause I loved writing it. Thank you for reading and thank you SammyKatz for the excellent idea ;D xx See you soon, and if you've got anything…absolutely ANYTHING…Sherlolly you'd like to see, please let me know ;p xx