Hellooo, and welcome back. Ok, its been a LONG time and I'm sorry about that. Here we have a prompt from Zora Arian who simply suggested 'lights'. xx Thank you for reading and I hope you like it ;) xx

Prompt - Lights

Molly Hooper was working yet another late night at Bart's. Usually, this wouldn't bother her, except the lights had gone out and there was no one around to fix them. Everybody had either gone home or was too busy to help out and Molly wasn't exactly the tallest of Bart's staff. Autopsies were ruled out until they were fixed so she settled for working at her desk under the light of her phone. Occasionally, a noise would sound and cause Molly to jump and scan the morgue with the dim light from her phone. Each time she found nothing and cursed her own stupidity. Well, that is until…

"Why are you sitting in the dark?"

Molly had nearly fainted at the sound of Sherlock Holmes' voice right next to her ear. It was nearly one in the morning what is he doing here that late? After she had caught her breath, Molly gritted her teeth in annoyance.

"I'm not doing it on purpose. The bulb's gone or something…I was-"

"Hoping someone would come along and fix it."

Molly nodded even though Sherlock couldn't see her. She heard him moving from behind her to the middle of the room. She waited for a moment, wondering what he was doing. A moment later, Sherlock's deep and impatient sounding voice was causing her to jump once more.

"Come here, then…"

Molly tutted as she got to her feet. She cautiously moved over to where she thought he was standing. She had been too accurate, however, as she collided right into his chest. Molly muttered an apology but Sherlock didn't say anything…he didn't even move away. Instead he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders and swiftly pushed her lab coat off. Molly was about to question him but all thoughts were removed from her head as Sherlock's hands were softly tracing the lines of her throat and neck. Molly heard him suck in a breath sharply as she sighed and hummed softly.

"What are you doing?"

The lights flickered on and Molly snapped her head up sharply from the desk to see Sherlock by the door, his arms behind his back and looking very irritated. Molly shook her head and felt her cheeks burning. Sherlock rolled his eyes at her foolishness and moved over to a table. He walked around it silently for a moment, examining the body placed upon it before shaking his head and taking out his phone. Molly was rendered speechless as she watched him pace the room, hastily tapping on his phone. After Sherlock sent the message, he looked up and smiled at her before turning around the door and walking through the doors. Molly groaned and sunk her head back onto her arms, wishing she could just disappear.

John Watson was feeling…anxious. Anxious because he was currently sitting in the same flat as a man suffering from extreme boredom. Under normal circumstances, this would be alright but Sherlock didn't exactly handle boredom very well. The wall of their flat was a perfect example of that fact. Even now, Sherlock was furiously pacing up and down the flat, kicking different objects that got in his way. John gave up trying to update his blog whilst avoiding Sherlock's wrath and instead sighed.

"Look, why don't you just take whatever Lestrade's got? It's better than nothing…"

Sherlock stopped, folding his arms and frowning at John.

"John, please do not confuse boredom with…something else…"

Sherlock had resumed pacing and John felt confused. What the hell does he mean this time? Before John could ask him, however, Sherlock's phone flashed and, with a smirk, he rushed out of the door without even checking his message. John shook his head vigorously and released a deep sigh before turning back to his laptop screen. Now…what was I writing?

Molly had everything all ready. She had sent the text but had received no reply, which meant he was on his way. She hoped, at least. Molly was unsure what caused Sherlock's irritation with her the previous night, but she hoped it was more to do with the case than her sleeping on the job. She shook her head as she waited, in the darkness for Sherlock. Molly heard her door open and her heart began to hammer with anticipation. Sherlock chuckled as he shut the door and remained where he stood.

"I do hope you are not planning a game of 'hide and seek'. I am not in the most patient of moods. I had hoped to settle this at the morgue last night but…"

He trailed off and Molly could hear his smirk. She grinned broadly and reclined further on the sofa, letting out a sigh of relief. At least he's not mad at me. Molly was determined not to speak but it was growing hard as Sherlock began to hum softly as he stepped teasingly away from her. He knew where she was, of course, but he was keen on playing his own game. He licked his lips and placed his hands behind his back and smiled when he heard Molly's soft voice from the sofa. It may have sounded soft, but there was no mistaking the lust underneath.

"I was under the impression you didn't like games."

Releasing a short sharp breath, Sherlock stopped and moved to stand just in front of the sofa. Molly couldn't see him, but she could hear and smell him close to her. Sherlock narrowed his eyes and managed to make out her outline, leaning backwards across the sofa. He smirked to himself, his own voice betraying his passion for her.

"It…depends on the game."

Molly took his hand and pulled him down on top of her. Sherlock let out a gasp of surprise as he felt his hands collide with skin…everywhere underneath him was skin. He drew the conclusion that Molly was only wearing her underwear…and she was certainly not keen of keeping it that way, for either of them.

"Bedroom? Or right here?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes as he stood up, pulling her to her feet with him. He lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal-style to her bedroom. Well, he crashed into a few things along the way due to the darkness but eventually managed to navigate his way and deposit Molly onto the bed. This time, he switched the lights on and carefully absorbed the sights around him. Molly's bedroom wasn't very tidy, but his interests were drawn to the pathologist sprawled on the bed and looking up at him through lust-darkened eyes. Sherlock's voice was very low when he spoke again.

"Now we have finished with the hiding…I'd like to commence with the seeking, if it is all the same to you?"

Molly answered by pulling down on top of her for the second time. Their lips met in a ferocious, fiery and passionate kiss, Sherlock's hands roaming all over her body and Molly ripping his shirt buttons clean off, causing Sherlock to groan in annoyance. This soon disappeared as Molly was soon working on his trousers, pulling his belt and tugging them down. Their clothes were soon piled in a heap on the floor and Molly rolled them over so Sherlock was now on his back. Molly smiled deviously as she bent to whisper in his ear.

"Do you know what I was dreaming about when you came to the morgue, last night?"

Sherlock's thought process became slower than normal, as Molly was pressing her lips to his chest and occasionally grazing her teeth across as well. Sherlock swallowed, one hand resting firmly on her back, tracing up and down her spine.

"I have a reasonably good idea…"

Molly bit her lip as she smiled, her hands gripping his hair tightly as she kissed him hard again. A few moments, a shift of the hips, a joint movement of bodies, a chorus of moans and sighs echoing in the room, a set of giggles as they found their rhythm, a mess of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets, a delicate movement of hands gliding across skin, a desired need to be as close as possible, a vice-like grip and scraping of nails, a collection of kisses and nips to skin, a joint wail as they reached their high, a collapse onto the pillows, a large amount of heavy breathing, a female murmur of 'thank you, dear', followed by a small kiss to the cheek, a male chuckle and a breath of 'my pleasure, entirely…gorgeous…', a silence to lull them to sleep, a lifetime in each other's arms…

Hmmm, I'm not sure about the end…but not too bad, I hope, lol. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. xx Sorry again for the wait on this one, prompts still happily accepted…shouldn't be TOO long a wait for the next one :) Stay tuned (feel free to look at my other stuff if you're interested, thanks ) ;p xx