Molly and Sherlock sat watching television until long into the night, well, Molly watched, Sherlock complained.

"I'm going to bed", Molly muttered, frankly getting annoyed at Sherlock's constant commentary.

"Good. You look tired", he looked her up and down and shook his head before going back to yelling at the television.

"What? Nope! Actually, never mind. I don't even care right now, I've slept like sixteen hours today and I'm still tired! I think I'm getting sick", she was more talking to herself now, Sherlock hadn't even stopped yelling. She sighed and walked to bed.

Sherlock gave up on television about an hour after Molly went to bed. The second he turned the television off though, he actually felt tired. That didn't happen often, he normally just made himself sleep when it was necessary and even then it was a struggle. But he was genuinely tired. He dragged his feet as he walked down the hall, he turned into what he thought was his room. Turns out it was in fact Molly's. her small frame shuddered under the blankets, 'She must be having a nightmare' he thought. He sat on the edge of the bed, about to wake her, when a small moan escaped her lips. Not one from fear or pain, but pleasure. Sherlock shook his head and hopped up from the bed, 'Normal people and their primal urges' he scoffed to himself.

"Sherlock..." Molly moaned in her sleep.

Sherlock's eyes widened. She was having a dream about him! His stomach flipped, something he'd rarely experienced. Another gasp slipped out of Molly's mouth. Something in his lower abdomen stirred. Something that could only be described as, arousal? Aroused by Molly? Not the most ridiculous statement. He couldn't deal with that right now, not while he was still snooping around in what was remaining of Moriarty's inner circle. She couldn't be a distraction.

He couldn't sleep. He curled up in his blankets and thought about the way he'd felt about Molly. He'd never felt that about anyone, sure he'd had his natural urges, the way any man did throughout his life, he'd just ignored it, it was an inconvenience. But this felt like something more, something worth pursuing. And who better to pursue it with than Molly. His Molly. He had to admit that he did have some kind of feelings for her, what feelings they were, he wasn't sure. Only one way to fun out.

Molly woke up at 5:00am, se had an early shift this morning on account of her two days off. She showered quickly and wrapped herself up in a thick towel, she shuffled out to the kitchen and put the kettle on. She went back to her room and threw on a grey blouse and a pair of jeans. She returned to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee, she'd never liked coffee, but on mornings like this, she needed it.

A few sips into the coffee a rather dishevelled, and very shirtless, Sherlock appeared in the doorway. Molly choked on her coffee a little.

"Good morning Molly", he mumbled, pouring himself a coffee and joining her at the table.

"Good morning Sherlock", she cleared her throat, "You sleep well?"

"Just fine Molly", his lips tugged at the corners, "So did you apparently..." He noticed the confused look on her face, "You, uh, talk in your sleep", he chuckled.

He noticed the emotions on her face, first shock, then horror, then embarrassment. Her face turned scarlet, "Oh?" She said, trying to cover up the fact that she knew exactly what she was dreaming about.

"Flattering, I assure you Molly", he purred with his soft velvet voice that he used when he wanted something from her.

Molly spluttered, "I assure you, Sherlock, that I have no idea what you're on about!" She put her half full cup in the sink and spun around to make a quick exit, so she could spend her next half hour humiliated and hiding in her bathroom, but she ran into Sherlock's bare chest.

"Where are you off to in such a hurry, Miss Molly", he smirked, stepping forward so that she was pressed against the counter, and he was pressed against her.

"Sherlock? What're yo-" She was cut off by his soft lips crashing into hers.

Molly was startled at first, but almost instantly melted into Sherlock's frame, she traced his lips with her tongue and he open his mouth and gasped, she took this opportunity to push her tongue into his mouth.

Sherlock felt Moly push her tongue Ito his mouth, he opened his eyes and stared at Molly, her eyes were closed, her cheeks flushed, her body pushed right against his. Clear signs of arousal. And he was 'aroused' too, to say the least. He flicked his tongue around hers and rested his hand on the small of her back, pulling her body as close to him as he possibly could. She softly ground her pelvis against Sherlock's, making it clear to them both that he was rock hard.

Sherlock pulled back from Molly and stared at her, wide eyed.

"Molly", he breathed, "My sweet, lovely Molly".

"Sherlock?" She giggled and hoisted herself up onto the counter, "You okay?"

"I - Uh - Yeah, sure, just, just give me a minute", he stammered. His mind wasn't reeling as it usually was, in fact it was completely blank. Empty. Molly had cleared his mind, her kiss worked better to dull his constant thought pattern than any drug he'd ever tried. He stepped closer to Molly, staring into her big, brown eyes. Not deducing anything about her, just noticing how beautiful her eyes were.

"Sherlock?" She murmured.

He took a deep breath and closed the space between them. Molly wrapped her legs around Sherlock, her lips hot and wet on his. He gripped her thighs and pulled her closer, pressing himself against her heat. She let out a soft moan at that, only making Sherlock want her more.

She broke away from his mouth and planted kisses along his jawline up to his earlobe, which she slightly grazed with her teeth, sending a shiver down Sherlock's spine. He let out a soft moan and pulled her face back to his and kissed her roughly, his tongue dancing across her lips. He held her thighs tightly and lifted her up off the counter and carried her to the lounge.

He dropped her down and he fell on top of her, her lips feverishly searched his face and neck, she nipped at his neck in places, causing him to growl softly and press himself against her harder.

She moaned and bit down on his neck a bit harder.

"Molly..." He moaned. His fingers moved down to the hem of her shirt and he, reluctantly, broke the kiss and pulled her shirt up over her head to reveal a blue and black lace bra, not at all something he'd expect Molly to wear. He kissed along the edge of her bra, making his way down to her belly button and back up to her breasts. He softly bit the small amount of flesh that spilled out of her bra. She gasped a little and tangled her fingers in Sherlock's hair.

He kissed back up to her lips and massaged her breasts with his hands. She groaned against his lips, sending him wild with arousal.

He was grinding his cock against her and she was making small sounds of approval. Her fingers danced around the edge of his pants, slowly she pushed her hands down to cup his ass, she was pleasantly surprised to discover that he was not wearing underwear. His hand rubbed their way down to her pants as well, undoing the buttons and the zipper.

Molly shuffled out of her pants and Sherlock flung them across the room, before he went back to kissing her he took a second to look at Molly.

She watched as he looked her up and down, focusing on her lips an breasts.

She subconsciously glanced at the clock, 5:59am. She pushed on Sherlock's chest and slid out from under him.

"Sherlock! I was supposed to have left for work fifteen minutes ago!" She grabbed her pants from the floor, then grabbed her shirt and ran to her bedroom to fix her makeup.

She was looking in the mirror when she saw Sherlock step in behind her.

"Can't you just call in sick?" He mumbled as he kissed her neck, biting and sucking in different places.

"No Sherlock. I can't stay home to keep you occupied, I have a life to get to!" She said and spun around to face him, "I'll be back in six hours", she placed a rough kiss on his lips and rubbed her hand over his still hard cock, "Be ready", and with that she walked out of the room then the apartment.

Sherlock opened and closed his eyes a few times, focusing on his mind palace, but every corner he turned was new and fresh, like he was rebuilding it.

This was a good thing, he was being provided with a new outlook on every case file that had gone cold, every deduction he'd gotten wrong, every missing piece of every puzzle. He threw on his clothes. He knew how to get the assassins out of the country.

"What's that on your neck there Molly?" Stamford asked as she strolled past him when she arrived at work.

"What do you mean?" She self consciously touched her neck.

He pulled a little mirror out of his front pocket, "Never mind why I've got the mirror, you!" He glared at the confused look she gave him. He positioned the mirror so that she could see the massive love bite on the side of her neck. Her face turned bright red.

"Hot date last night, hey, Molly?" He winked and nudged her.

"I - Uh, No! Nothing like that, sort of, I", she stammered on while he laughed and walked away.

She let out a big breath and all but ran to her lab.

Sherlock returned to Molly's flat seven hours after he'd left. He'd placed a note for Molly before he'd gone so she wouldn't worry. He pushed the door open, Molly rarely locked it, and flopped onto the lounge. He could hear Molly humming Schumann's Prelude while she cooked.

Molly heard Sherlock fall on the lounge, she had gotten his note earlier, it had said, 'Dear Molly, I've had a stroke of genius regarding Moriarty's men, be home before nightfall. Sherlock.'

She'd expected that to mean nightfall tomorrow, he never was one for punctuality. She set her slow cooker so that their meal would be ready by dinner time.

She tip toed through the lounge room, assuming Sherlock was asleep by the way he was positioned on the couch.

"Molly?"

"Yes, Sherlock?" Not asleep than.

"Molly, I think I did it", he sat up and looked at her.

"Did what, Sherlock?" She asked a little worried.

"I think I got rid of Moriarty's ring", he smiled.

"Really?" She dove onto the couch next to him and grabbed his hands, "Like, seriously? Gone?" Her eyes lit up.

"I think so Mol", he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

He laid back on the lounge and she with him. She kissed his lips, softly at first, building up the tension between them. She slipped his coat off then her fingers made quick work of his buttons. His fingers toyed with the button on her pants, undoing then painfully slow. Molly's hips involuntarily moved toward his hand. He chuckled softly, sending a soft vibration through her lips and chest.

"A little eager, are we Mol?" He whispered against her lips.

She moaned in response, slapping his hands away from her trousers and pulling them off herself and straddling Sherlock.

"Molly..." He moaned deeply.