Happy Valentine's Day everyone! To those who celebrate it and to those who do not celebrate it (ex: me LOL), this chapter is for you. I hope some Sherlolly romance make your day happier (:

A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC and Steven Moffat/Mark Gatiss.

It was seven a.m. when Molly woke up and saw Sherlock was still asleep. She smiled at him and gently got out of the bed, trying not to wake him up. He was never a guy to sleep so much but when he slept, he would take his time. Plus, she enjoyed watching his peaceful sleepy face. So she grabbed his shirt from the floor of the bedroom—grinning like a teenage girl—and wore it before heading to the kitchen. Drinking tea was a habit for her in the mornings.

She was searching for the tea in the cupboards when she heard the door of the living room open.

"Sherlock?"

It was John. Damn, Molly thought. She decided going back to the bedroom but before she could even move from her spot, John came through the kitchen door and his eyes widened when he saw her wearing nothing but Sherlock's shirt.

"I—I…" Molly started talking but stopped immediately. John was already aware that something was going on between her and Sherlock. And now she stood in front of him, half naked. Nothing she could say would make this clearier then her current situation.

"Uhmm… Hi Molly." He said, feeling the awkwardness grow between the two of them.

"Would you like some tea?" Molly tried to smile a little bit as she took another cup from the cupboard for John.

"No—no thanks. I'll leave you two alone." He said and turned his attention to Sherlock, who was standing right behind Molly.

Molly winced when he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, startling her. John nodded at him and Sherlock did the same. It was a silent agreement between the two of them. John knew he needed some time alone with Molly and wouldn't bother Sherlock until he texted him. But nevertheless John gave him a look before leaving that meant You're going to tell me about everything later or I'll punch you in the face.

Molly sighed as she watched John leave and turned around to face Sherlock. He had a genuine smile on his face which Molly adored so much. She was also glad they finally made up. Being mad at him was a hard task for her.

"Good morning." She said and tiptoed to reach his lips. She pecked them and turned back around to pour some milk in her tea.

Sherlock smiled and kissed her neck, his arms still wrapped around her tiny waist. He never thought a day like this would come. He was caring for someone deeply for the… second time in his life. Or maybe the first, he didn't know. He knew Molly longer than he knew John but he never figured out when he actually started caring for Molly. Of course, caring for John and Molly were completely different things. He loved Molly—which he never admitted neither to her or himself and John was a very dear friend. They were never in the same category in his mind palace and heart.

"What are your plans for today?" he asked, whispering in her ear.

Molly took a small sip from her cup before answering. "Going to work."

"After that?" Sherlock's lips were now on her pulse point, his one hand slowly unbuttoning his shirt that she was wearing.

Molly giggled and stopped his hand by putting her hand on his. "Sherlock, I need to be at work after an hour and I haven't even started getting ready." She told him, trying so hard to keep her voice from trembling. His hot breath on her neck was enough to wet her anyway.

Sherlock frowned. "Come here after you're finished at Bart's, then."

Molly turned around and put her hands on his cheeks, smiling widely. "I might. I might not. It depends on your behaviour towards me for the whole day. Treat me well enough and…" She kissed and whispered on his lips. "…and I will treat you well in bed."

Sherlock grinned. "Is that a challange, Doctor Hooper?"

"It certainly is, Mister Holmes."

They shared a passionate kiss before Molly finally found the strength in herself to get away from Sherlock. She dashed to the bathroom, thinking a relaxing shower would be good before dealing with deadbodies in the morgue.

Sherlock smiled as he took a sip from Molly's cup. Though his smile faltered when his phone made a moan sound, a sound which he hadn't heard of for almost three years now. He narrowed his eyes and took his phone out of his pocket, staring at it for a few minutes before finally looking at the text he received.

I'm alive. I'm in London. Let's have dinner. xo IA

Sherlock stood up from the chair fiercely and started pacing around the flat, thinking of calling John for advice. But he would have to tell him the whole story. The story that was a secret from everyone. Sherlock Holmes had a secret with The Woman. His only secret with her. That night in Karachi.

Sherlock tried to calm himself down, both angry at The Woman and himself. He knew she wouldn't stop until she got an answer from him and that meant she was going to be a big trouble for him. He needed to get rid of her, immediately. He had Molly in his life now. He had no intention of ruining this.

Happy Valentine's Day, Mister Holmes. xo IA

I'm free tonight. Let's have dinner. xo IA

"You persistent woman!" he yelled and threw the phone to the wall, watching it fall down to the ground with a loud crashing noise. He picked up the phone when he heard the shower water turn off. He wasn't going to let his anger come to the surface. He was a cold-blooded man and he was going to act like he just got a case from Lestrade.

He saw Molly coming out of the bathroom. Act cool, he told himself once more before putting his coat on.

"Lestrade called me for a case, I am going to check it out. John's also coming." He knew he had to have John on his side. He couldn't risk Molly calling John about his whereabouts and find out he isn't actually on a case.

"Okay. Take care!" Molly called after him but only heard the door slam shut in return. Well, he wasn't going to be treated well in bed after all.

"I need your help." Sherlock and John were sitting in a cafe, far away from both Baker Street and St. Bart's.

John narrowed his eyes as he stared intensely at his friend. "What have you done this time?"

"The Woman's in alive and is currently in London."

John's eyes opened wide, second time today. But when the words finally sank in, John let out a frustrated sigh and looked at his hands, thinking of whether it'd be okay to punch Sherlock or not. That was definitely a good idea but unfortunately not a solution. So he just let his anger pass and focused on the problem. "Don't tell me she wants to have dinner. Because that wouldn't be surprising."

Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Of course she wants to have dinner, John. Well she also want other things but… We're not going to talk about them. I need your help because I am going to have dinner with her."

"Okay—wait what?" Second time that day, John's eyes opened wide and it looked like his eyeballs were about to fall from their sacks.

"Not the kind of dinner she wants. I will have real dinner with her to talk her out my life. Once and for all."

"So you're saying she is not completely out of your life." John stated.

Sherlock hesitated before giving an answer to him. "We had sex in Karachi. That's all you need to know."

John tried so hard to keep himself from yelling at Sherlock. "You—what? Oh and now you want me to cover up for you, so you can go have dinner with Irene whereas Molly will be sitting in her flat, thinking of you. And it's damn Valentine's Day! Did I miss anything?"

"I told her I'm on a case. With you. You also know I have no information whatsoever of a day called Valentine's Day, so... Please, John. I need your help. Friends help each other, correct?"

"Oh, you also want me to lie to a friend of mine. Sorry I missed that part!" John hissed at him. Then he shook his head in frustration. "Fine. I will cover you up. But this conversation isn't over here." John said and left the cafe without saying another word. He was too angry to stay there for more and if possible, he didn't want to hear from Sherlock for a while.

"I know it isn't." Sherlock said to John's walking figure before he closed his eyes, going into his mind palace. He had to find a way to explain everything to Molly without breaking her. Sentiment was seriously not his area.

Okay, okay, I know! I heated things up a little bit. Fine. I heated things up a lot by involving Irene to the story. But I thought it'd be fun, you know? To play with them. And yup, this is my Valentine's Day gift for you. Hope you enjoyed it and maybe, you would leave a review as a replacement for a chocolate? Because I'd appreciate it a lot! (:

Til next chapter…

xoxo Louvreangel