"I think the roast is burnt", Sherlock sighed as he rolled over and laid his arm across Molly.
"Hmm?" She said lazily, "Oh, right! You made dinner", she smiled and wiggled backwards so that she was pressed against him.
They were lying on the living room floor, apparently neither of them could hold it together long enough the make it to the bedroom. Clothing was strewn around the room and the smell of smoke hung thickly in the air.
"Someone should probably get that out before we burn the house down", she drawled.
"Someone definitely should", Sherlock agreed. Neither of them made an immediate move. But slowly Sherlock rolled away, he groaned as he heaved himself off of the ground, using the lounge as support. He pulled the blanket that Molly was covering herself with, off and wrapped it around his waist.
"Hey!" She protested lamely.
"Do you want your flat to burn down?" He spun around and raised an eyebrow.
"Get the bloody roast out of the oven", she scowled.
She stood up and shivered. She scurried over to the heater and flicked it on before she scooped up her bra and underwear and slipped them on so she felt less exposed.
"Well, that roast is beyond repair", Sherlock stepped out of the kitchen and crossed his arms, "Now what? I was actually looking forward to that."
"We could always order takeout and get it delivered?
"Sounds like a plan", he drawled, lowering himself back down to the floor to lay with Molly.
"Where are my pants?" She asked, "My phone is in the pocket."
Sherlock felt around on the ground next to him on either side, not even bothering to open his eyes, "I've no idea", he brought his arms back in to his chest.
"Sherlock Holmes, you help me find my pants right now."
"You took them off", he argued.
"You helped!" She snapped.
He sighed and lifted the blanket off himself; Molly tried, and failed, to avert her gaze from his naked body, "You know…" He began, opening one of his eyes, "Pictures last longer."
Molly rolled her eyes and snatched the blanket and wrapped it around herself while Sherlock slipped on his pants. The both searched for over an hour for Molly's pants, eventually Sherlock flopped on the couch with a sigh and muttered, "I'm not even hungry anymore."
"Yes you are, you just don't want to help", she huffed.
"We aren't going to find your damned pants."
"I thought you were some kind of genius, Sherlock. Help me find my bloody pants!"
"Having sex with you clears my mind, Molly! I can't think straight right now, I'm solving cases!"
"What do you mean?" She sniffed.
"You sound upset. What did I do wrong?" He jumped out of his seat and stepped towards her, but she stepped back and wrapped her arms around herself tighter.
"Do you understand what you just said to me Sherlock?" She lowered her gaze to the ground.
"That having sex with you helps me solve cases, essentially", he went to brush his fingers along her cheek but she moved away, "Did that offend you?"
"Yes", she sighed, "Yes it did. It sounds to me like you're just using me for sex to help solve the cases you normally were not smart enough to solve."
"I was smart enough to solve them; I just needed to look at them from a different perspective", he registered the hurt o her face, "But that's not important. You're helping me, Molly. My Molly. I didn't know that sex was going to react with my brain this way, I honestly thought it would do the exact opposite and muddle me up, but I did it anyways. Don't you understand Molls", he lifted her chin up so she could meet his intense gaze, "I was willing to have sex with you, even though it could have ruined the way I worked, the way I was, the only thing I knew how to be. I risked my entire life that I have built to spend one night with you", he kissed her gently once, then again with more force.
Molly broke away from the kiss out of breath and swaying a little on her feet, "Do you think-" he interrupted her with another kiss, "That we could aim for the bed this time?"
She felt him shake his head from the spot he'd rested it on her shoulder as he drew tiny patterns with his kisses along her neck. They tumbled to the floor.
Molly woke up wrapped around Sherlock, the entire room pitch black. She had a sharp pain radiating from her lower back, she reached around and realised she was laying on the television remote. She pushed on Sherlock's shoulder softly to try and wake him up, but he just rolled onto his back and snored softly. As much as Molly would have loved to just lay there with her head resting on his chest, she had to work tomorrow, and she knew that would be difficult after spending a night asleep on the floor.
"Sherlock", she whispered. Nothing, "Sherlock!" She tried again a little louder. Still nothing, "Sherlock!" She yelled.
Sherlock's arms flew up, followed by his torso, "Vatican Cameos!" He blurted, then rubbed his eyes and turned to look at Molly, "What's wrong?"
Molly stifled a laugh, "Nothing's the matter", she pressed her hand to his cheek, "We were asleep on the floor and I figured if you wanted to be able to walk properly tomorrow, you might want to hop into bed."
"Oh! No I'm fine, I'm always fine. Sleep on my table sometimes, John", he muttered sleepily and began to lay back down.
"Did you just call me John?" She laughed, "Right. Come on", she lifted herself off of the ground and then leant down to start lifting Sherlock, after a bit of coaxing, he eventually agreed to go to bed, if it was in Molly's bed, "Okay, fine, not that you wouldn't have ended up there anyways", she sighed.
Molly woke up in a surprisingly good mood, considering she'd spent half the night on a hard, wooden floor. Sherlock was still snoring soundly next to her, probably catching up on all the sleep he'd ever missed in his life. Molly showered and dressed quickly before making herself a cup of coffee. She sat at the table flicking through a magazine and a short while later Sherlock through the kitchen door.
"Sleep well did you?" Molly grinned.
"I had, the weirdest night sleep I think I've ever had", he slurred.
"I never would have guessed", she giggled.
Sherlock narrowed his gaze, "What do you mean?"
"You talked a bit", she pressed her lips together to stop from laughing.
"What did I say?"
"You called me John and screamed Vatican Cameos and told me that you've slept on a table…"
He grimaced and poured himself a coffee, "Well let's hope that never happens again", he blinked his eyes a few times to clear them.
"I'm off to work in a minute, you need anything from the shops?"
"No, I'm going to head down later I think, maybe pop over to 221B", he took the magazine from her hands and sat down next to her.
"Tell John I said hello will you?"
"'Course."
"Quick question?" She asked, turning to face him.
"Yep?" He turned his head towards her, but kept his eyes on the magazine.
"Have you told anyone else but John that you weren't really dead?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"They might not be safe yet."
"I thought you said you'd gotten Moriarty's men out of the country?"
"They're on their way out", he looked at her, "Why?"
"Well I was just thinking that they might be upset", she looked down at her coffee.
"I'll let them all know soon, okay Molls?" He leant in and kissed her softly.
She smiled, "Thank you. I'm off now."
"Love you", he kissed her cheek, but as she turned to walk away, her grabbed her wrist, pulled her down on his lap and kissed her lips, her neck, her shoulder basically anywhere skin was showing. He let her back up.
She shook her head dazed, "Lo-Love you too!" She stammered and giggled.
"Go now, you'll be late."
She glanced down at her watch, "Shoot!" She ran for the door.
Molly only ended up thirteen minutes late for work, she scampered down the hall to her lab, trying to not be seen so she could pretend she was on time, but just as she rested her hand on the door knob she heard a deep voice resonating down the corridor, "Molly!" Shoot! She scolded herself mentally.
She spun around to face the plump, older gentlemen behind her, his white shirt and red vest were both to tight, though his navy pants were seemingly large. His balding head was already sweating under his terrible comb over, "Yes sir?" Molly had gone out of her way to try and avoid learning her new bosses name because for the first six weeks that he was here, he'd just call her doll or honey and insist that she take the easy cases as this was no easy job for a young lady. She'd torn him a new one a few weeks ago and called him a fat, sexist pig, who ought to be ashamed of every part of him. She was pretty proud of herself that day.
"Molly, would you care to step into my office, we need to have a chat", he started walking towards his office. 'Great!' She thought, 'I'm getting fired!'
Quick heads up, the next chapter is going to be pretty depressing, lot's of big things are about to happen, some of their old friends will be brought back into it. So, have fun with that! Let me know what you thought of this chapter in the reviews :)
