For those who love Cabin Pressure - 'Get Dressed you merry gentleman it's Christmas, Christmas Day!' I hope wherever you are you have a Happy and Brilliant Christmas. Thank you for all your support and reviews and favourites over the last year, I appreciate each and every one!

Unwrapping presents

By the time Molly awoke on Christmas morning daylight was already streaming round the edges of the curtain. She stretched feeling her muscles and joints pop as she did, only then did she look around realising that she was alone in Sherlock's bed.

They'd finally fallen asleep just before midnight. Molly had tried to stay awake to be able to wish him a happy Christmas but her eyes and her tired body had betrayed her. She slid off the edge of the bed and picked up a spare dressing gown giggling at how long it was on her. She had to roll the sleeves up about four times before they were short enough.

She could hear noises from the front room and so she made her way through. A recently showered Sherlock still with damp hair was similarly clad in a dressing gown. He was flicking through the channels on the television shouting a quick 'boring' at each one. He glanced up as she came out of his bedroom and informed her that there was fresh coffee in the pot and nothing on the television.

After freshening up in the bathroom Molly made her way over to him and sat on his lap pulling on the lapels of his dressing gown until she could kiss him. 'Merry Christmas Mister Holmes, why didn't you wake me?'

He frowned, 'you were sleeping, I assumed that would be not good.'

She bit her lip, 'that would have depended on how you woke me.' She cheekily let her hand slide down his front until she was able to cup his privates with her hand giving him a light squeeze.

He smiled leaning up to kiss her again, 'mmmm lesson learned, I'll endeavour to do better next time Doctor Hooper.'

Molly hopped off his knee just before his hands could set to work on her, 'anyhow enough of that we have a Christmas meal to prepare and a Christmas breakfast to indulge in.'

Sherlock rolled his eyes, 'and what exactly is a Christmas breakfast?'

'Smoked salmon and eggs. Do you want to help me make it?'

'Why would I when I get a better view of your backside, whilst you are working, from here?'

She made sure to exaggerate her hips swinging as she walked away from him, looking over her shoulder as she did.

After breakfast Molly showered whilst Sherlock dressed and then they settled into a comfortable period of domesticity which almost had Molly shaking her head in disbelief. She was busy preparing the Christmas meal; peeling potatoes and prepping the veg whilst Sherlock cleaned out the grate in the fireplace so he could lay a new fire.

In the background was the sound of Christmas carols and the lights were already switched on on the tree. Molly loved how festive and relaxed it all felt.

As she finished up, happy that the turkey was cooking slowly and everything else was prepared, she decided that maybe it was time to give Sherlock his present.

She'd left it a bit late and been rather stuck for ideas so her gift was a little riskee and unusual. She hoped he 'got' it and would enjoy it. It didn't take him long to pick up on her nervousness and he came over and wrapped his hands around her from behind; her back against his chest. 'What should I deduce from your current behaviour Miss Hooper? It's Christmas Day, we are obviously now a couple and yet you are looking pensive. Could you be feeling nervous about the present you got me because if you're worried I didn't get you anything you'd be wrong.'

With that he removed a small, wrapped gift from his pocket. As she took it he carried on, 'it's nothing big but I hope you'll appreciate the implications.'

She turned to face him, feeling a little confused by his words as she pulled at the packaging, tearing it open.

Inside was a set of keys on a metal key ring with a small ginger cat hanging off it. She held them in her hand and looked at Sherlock wondering if these were what she thought they were. He quickly confirmed it, 'keys to my flat. Ideally I'd like you to move straight in but I understand that would be a little presumptuous so early in our relationship but..well... you are welcome here whenever you want Molly. More than welcome.'

He moved to kiss her but she put her hand on his chest to stop him, 'wait, hang on. You haven't opened my gift yet.' She bit her lip again nervously and turned to his room to retrieve it from her bag.

She came back with a soft, wrapped gift and when he opened it he was initially a little surprised to find it contained a lab coat. He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head as he looked at her. She giggled nervously, 'it's the one from the other day, the fitted one. You seemed to like it, so well...I thought maybe...' She trailed off blushing a bright beet red colour and Sherlock smiled a slow smile.

'Oh yes, I think I might like this present a lot.'

She relaxed and returned the grin. Taking the lab coat from his hands she turned back towards his bedroom. She nodded towards his ever present microscope sitting on the kitchen table. 'Why don't you get on with some work and I'll join you in a few minutes.'

As he sat down at the table Sherlock was aware that he was already, embarrassingly, hard. Just the thought of Molly wearing that lab coat for him had him aching for her and he hadn't even seen her wearing it yet. He wondered for a moment where this strange kink had come from as he tried to set up his slides with hands that were shaking imperceptibly.

He bent to look through the viewfinder and heard the bedroom door open behind him and the click of heels walking towards him. His mouth was dry and he could feel his heart beating in his chest. All his senses seemed to be on high alert.

'I'm sorry to interrupt you Mr Holmes. I wondered if you needed any help with your experiments.'

Her voice sounded deliciously low and breathy and Sherlock almost rolled his eyes at how much his body was betraying him. He'd always prided himself on keeping his emotions and sexuality in check but here he was reacting like any other hot blooded male when confronted with a stereotypical male fantasy...but he couldn't bring himself to care beyond that.

She lay her hand onto his shoulder and leant over him. He could feel her hair fall onto the back of his neck as her hand slid down over his chest, finding his top shirt button and popping it open before her hand moved onto his bare chest. He closed his eyes and breathed in through his nose before glancing to his left at Molly's face.

For a split second they caught each other's eye and he saw her mouth quirk up into a quick smile until she schooled it back into to trying to be serious.

He'd never role played like this before and was glad that Molly was finding it slightly ridiculous too.

He turned in his chair towards her and, trying to keep a straight face, asked, 'and what makes you think you are qualified to help me?' He stood noticing for the first time the black stilettos that she was wearing which still in no way brought her up to his height.

The coat was perfectly fitted to her body and buttoned up it really did appear she had nothing else on, he longed to know if that were true. She looked up at him through her eyelashes which were now coated in mascara making her eyes stand out, 'I think you'll find I'm very experienced.'

She picked up some of his notes from the side of his microscope, 'maybe I could look through your...oops.'

She dropped the notebook on the floor at his feet and quickly bent to pick it up. As she knelt there, in a perfect replication of her pose the week before, she looked up at him and bit her lip, 'I'm so sorry Mr Holmes.'

His breath caught in his throat as he saw her eyes drop to his crotch. His tight trousers were doing little to mask his enjoyment. She glanced back up at him and this time the smile which spread slowly across her face was truly wicked, 'oh Mr Holmes it looks like you might have another problem I can help you with.'

Slowly her hands slid up his legs until they rested on his upper thighs, 'my what strong legs you have.' She snorted slightly as she said this and giggled as she looked away momentarily, 'sorry, sorry I'll be more serious now.'

He shook his head smiling in return, 'don't worry, this is perfect...you are perfect.'

She let her hands move to the fastenings of his trousers ghosting her hand over his bulge in a way that made him want to jerk his hips towards her. He sucked in a breath and found himself reaching for the table behind him to keep him stable as she reached in and released him.

As she knelt up and moved towards him he whispered out an 'oh God' before she took him into her warm, wet mouth.

He could feel her tongue swirling around the head of his cock and the nails of one hand digging into his left hip to hold him steady. Her right hand was wrapped around the base of his erection aiding her mouth in her ministrations.

He squeezed his eyes shut letting his mind give into the sensations of his body. He found it too much to watch her. The sight of his cock thrusting in and out of her mouth nearly had him coming before they'd even begun. It had been too long since he'd engaged in this kind of activity and he found his tolerance levels were pitifully low.

Eventually his hand found its way to her head and for a moment he nearly gave into his own needs but then he pulled away gasping, 'no...no, wait please. I don't want to come...not yet.'

She sat back on her heels and watched him trying to get his breath back and recover somewhat. She looked like the cat who'd got the cream and he decided it was about time he returned the favour.

'On the table!'

Her eyes went wide, 'what?'

He narrowed his eyes and tried to sound firmer than he felt, 'you heard Miss Hooper, I want you on the table. I wish to taste you.'

He saw the blush making its way across her chest as she stood. She made to remove her shoes but he stopped her, 'no, leave them on.'

She sat herself on the edge of the table and looked at him uncertainly.

'Lie down...and Miss Hooper...'

'Yes?'

'You might want to find something to hold on to.'

As she lay down he pulled his chair between her legs and lifted her legs, complete with shoes, over his shoulders. It had been a while but from what little memory he'd retained from his drug fuelled days this was something he was good at.

He was delighted to see that his prediction was true and Molly was indeed nude beneath the lab coat. She was already slick with her own juices, it seemed she had enjoyed giving him oral just as he was going to enjoy going down on her.

He leant forward and breathed in through his nose noticing how his cock twitched at the very scent of her. He slid his hands up her thighs mirroring her own moves on him and in her impatience Molly mewled and bucked her hips towards his face.

Well, he didn't like to keep a lady waiting?

He used his tongue to slick a path up from her core and then kissed her clit, loving the way she squirmed under him. One of her hands started to tangle in his hair and as he moved his mouth and tongue against her she tugged on his curls making him groan and shudder. After a few minutes of tasting her, plunging his tongue into her, he found himself desperate to touch himself to just wrap his hand around his own cock and...

Thankfully at that moment Molly climaxed. She called out his name over and over before tugging on his shirt in an effort to pull him up so she could kiss him. He duly obliged standing and bending over her, kissing her as he rubbed his aching member against her. He couldn't wait any longer; he needed to be inside her.

He barely needed any guiding and within seconds he was ensheathed within her. God she felt so good. He made quick work of the buttons on the front of her coat and then wrapped his hands behind her shoulders as he filled his mouth with her breast and pulled her harder onto his cock as he thrust within her.

He could hear her words of encouragement and feel her hands on his skin wherever she could reach; her legs wrapped around his waist and her heels digging into his ass urging him on.

He already knew how sensitive her nipples were and just how much pressure he needed to apply with his teeth for maximum results so he bit down hearing her wail as she started to come for a second time.

He moved back to her mouth and kissed her faltering only when his own orgasm overtook him.

As he sagged against her they both started to chuckle, 'fuck Molly that was good. As presents go that's absolutely up there as the best.'

'I'm glad you enjoyed it Sherlock. I know I got exactly what I wanted for Christmas,' and with that she put her hands in his face and brought him to her for one more kiss.

I could end it there...I could...but it felt as though there was an epilogue for a New Year's party at Molly's mums. The only trouble was I seemed to get carried away when I was writing it and instead of one chapter it's three. Hope that's OK! Let me know.

Merry Christmas xxxxxx