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Molly's days started to meld into one and she began losing track of her days, hardly going home at all, only to change and sleep. Her house began feeling like her work and her work; well it began feeling like her home. She constantly seemed to be wrist deep in some poor dears chest cavity, in fact that is how she preferred it to be. She preferred to be kept busy and if that meant working herself into the ground then so be it.
She was on her fourth autopsy of the day when the doors open and she looks up from her stitching to the men in the doorway.
"Miss Hooper?" The tall grey haired one asks with a winning smile. Molly frowns at him and looks him over quickly. He is wearing a smart tailored grey suit and a pair of heavy looking boots and she frowns at them thinking that it looks very odd. He clears his throat and she looks back up at his face.
"Yes, I am doctor Hooper." Molly says and his eyebrows rise and he chuckles.
"My apologies doctor Hooper." He turns to his shorted brown haired companion and he nods and leaves the room.
"Who are you?" Molly asks frowning at the doorway then back to the man who is moving further into the room and looking around.
"I am Sebastian Moran." He says looking around the room still. "I was a friend of James. Or as you know him, Jim." He says meeting her eyes again. Molly's blood runs cols and she stares at the man.
"I... I..."
"Don't speak." He says his tone low and dangerous he keeps moving around and Molly turns to keep him in her sights. She spots her scalpel and she moves towards it and Moran tuts. "Don't be silly doctor Hooper." He says looking down at the scalpel and Molly freezes and swallows hard, she feels ill and her stomach churns. "I am not here to harm you," He smiles and he picks up the scalpel, "yet." He pauses and moves nearer her and she stands stock still until he reaches her. He lifts the scalple to her face and her breath catches.
"What do you want?" She asks her voice quiet and shaky.
"Jim used you to get near Holmes but I think he might have underestimated your worth. I am here to offer you an… opportunity."
"An opportunity?" Molly asks her eyebrows shooting up.
"Yes, a job if you like."
"I have a job." She says and he walks around the cold room with a smile.
"I can see that Miss Hooper. I will however need you to remain here and when we would need certain 'results' I would have you doctor them. So to speak." He says with a little chuckle at his attempt of humor. Molly just stares at him and he smiles. "Of course I will not be expecting you to answer straight away Miss Hooper a decision like this cannot be made in a day. You have one week to think about it." He says with a tone of finality, Molly stares at him in disbelief. If it were not for his terrifyingly clam but no doubt explosive demeanor she would have told him exactly where he could stick it.
"Why?" She asks in stead and he smiles at her again with his chilling smile.
"Well Miss Hooper, you have very useful skills." He says looking down at the body on the trolley she was working on and then back up at her. "And let's be honest dear girl what have you got to lose? I mean who is there to worry about? Your mother, who hardly comes to visit you even during this very sad time of you losing your beau."
"He was not my…"
"I couldn't care less what he was to you." Moran says sharply and Molly looks down at the floor avoiding his angry stare. "So why not make the best of a bad situation and make some money, and you will be paid handsomely. Then Molly you can buy some real friends." He says and Molly closes her eyes as the tears sting her eyes. She hears his phone buzz and he pulls it out of his jacket pocket. "Think about it and I will contact you in one week." She looks up as he starts to head to the door.
"What happens if I say no?" She asks and Moran turns around and smiles.
"If you were to say no all I could advise is to keep one of those freezers free for yourself." He smiles again and winks. "Have a nice day." He says as he sweeps out of the doors. As the doors swing in his wake Molly's knees start to shake violently and she falls to the floor and begins to cry.
Molly is not sure of how long she is on the floor but she only really realizes that she is when shee hears the shrill persistent ringing of her mobile. She looks around herself and slowly and shakily pulls herself off of the floor. She wipes her eyes and is surprised that her cheeks are dry and that she must have been there for some time if she had run out of tears. She reaches for her still ringing phone and realizes she still has her gloves on and she pulls them off tossing them onto the worktop and snatches up the phone, which had been slowly vibrating over the cool metal surface.
"Hello?" She says her voice hoarse and not like her voice at all.
"Is that Miss Molly Hooper?" A lady asks on the other end sounding relived. Molly looks at the screen and sees that the number has been withheld.
"Um yes I am Molly Hooper."
"Oh thank goodness. My name is Mary Morstan; I am a staff nurse in the Brekenham Beacon Hospital."
"Hospital?"
"Yes, we have been trying to get in touch with you for most of the day. We have John Watson in here and we have been trying to contact his family but yours was the only number he had in his phone."
"John? Oh my god is he ok?"
"He was mugged, he is ok, and he was knocked out and is a little bashed up but other wise he is ok. He asked me to call you."
"He asked for me?" Molly asks frowning.
"Yes he said there was only you. He was very insistent that he had no friends." She says and molly frowns.
"John?" She asks and Mary stays silent, "John Watson was asking for me?"
"Yes, he said Dr Hooper, call her if you insist." Mary says and Molly chuckles.
"That doesn't sound like…" Molly's mouth pops open and her eyes widen and she smiles. It wasn't John it was Sherlock. "I will be right there!" She says and she hangs up on Mary and quickly rushes around tidying up after herself. She slides the body back inside the cooler and files away her paperwork in record time. She slips off her lab coat and garbs her bag and rushes for the doors. Michael pushes through them just as she reaches them and she weaves past him.
"Hey, where you going?" He hollers and she spins around.
"Out!" She calls back and she hears him sigh as she pushes through the doors into the stairwell. She runs through the hospital swaying in and out of people who comment loudly on her rudeness. She crashes through the main doors and into the street where she flags down a passing cab. She opens the door and throws herself in before it has fully come to a stop.
"Brekenham Hospital please as quickly as you can." She says slamming the door and sitting back. The cabbie smiled at her taking her request as a challenge. She watches as the city starts to thin out and the buildings become less close. She is glad as the cabbie is whizzing in amongst the traffic and buildings like a mad man. If she weren't so concerned about what state she was going to find Sherlock in she would have been worried for her life. The panic from her meeting with Sebastian Moran was still very raw and it was taking all her self-control not to scream. This cab ride really was the least of her concerns for now she had to get to Sherlock.
She begins to wonder how badly he is hurt if the nurse thought she needed to be called. She could imagine he was hooked up to all types of machines and she felt nervous and scared not knowing his condition.
Molly can see the hospital and pulls out her purse and readies the money. The cab stops and she jumps out basically throwing a wad of notes at the driver and muttering a quick thank you before rushing towards the main entrance. She heads straight to the reception and when she see's no one is there she starts chewing on her lip. She looks around and notices a little bell and rings it three times quickly. Angry sharp-featured lady rounds the corner from behind a stack of files and Molly almost backs away at the angry look she receives.
"Yes?" The woman asks and Molly frowns at her rudeness.
"I am looking for my friend, he was admitted earlier, I think…" Molly says feeling silly for not at least finding when he was admitted and what ward he was in to avoid the exasperated glare of the receptionist who is staring at her with her arms crossed. "… His name is John, john Watson." Molly goes on the receptionist sighs and sits down heavily and quickly types in his name, she taps her fingers impatiently while his information loads up.
"He was admitted last night and it is ward twelve." She says and Molly nods and gives her a little smile.
"Thanks." Molly says and she turns and rushes off down the hallway. She makes her way thought the hospital and she eventually finds Ward Twelve. The doors swing open for her and she heads straight to the nurse's desk. There is a red headed nurse sitting there writing away on a file and as she approaches the nurse smiles up at her.
"Hello can I help you?" She asks and molly recognizes her voice from the phone.
"Yes I am Molly Hooper I think you called me earlier?" She asks and the nurse stands up.
"Oh you are Molly," Molly nods and the nurse smiles at her, "thank goodness you found us, I was beginning to wonder if you would. I am Mary it was me who called you."
"Hi Mary, thanks for calling. How is he?" Molly asks and she hears a crash and someone yelling. Mary sigs and motions for Molly to follow her, Molly follows and she hears a familiar voice.
"… You don't really expect me to eat this filth do you? It is a wonder so many people die in these places." Sherlock says from behind a set of doors.
"We had to put him in her, he was upsetting the other patients." Mary whispers as they stop outside the doors.
"Mr Watson, I can assure you it is perfectly fresh." Another female voice says from behind the doors and Mary pushes open the doors and Molly sees Sherlock sitting up in bed wearing a blue hospital robe and her hand covers her mouth as she takes in his battered face.
"I can assure you that is it not nurse Craig!" Sherlock says and he looks like he is going to go off on a rant about the quality of the food when Molly steps into the room behind Mary who lets nurse Craig leave. Sherlock turns to scowl at Mary when his eyes flicker to Molly then he double takes and his eyes widen.
"Molly." He says sounding genuinely shocked. Sherlock feels his heart skip a beat at the sight of Molly and he cannot help but think ho he has missed her, he instantly dismisses this as he has been lacking in human contact and it was nice to see a familiar face. Very nice indeed.
"Hi." She says and he scowls again at turns to Mary.
"I told you not to bother her!" He says angrily making Molly frown and Mary just smiles and shrugs.
"And I told you Mr Watson that you needed someone to look after you." Mary says sweetly looking over his notes.
"I do not!" Sherlock says grumpily avoiding looking at Molly. Mary just chuckles and picks up his mess. She walks towards the door and moves molly towards the chair and smiles.
"There is no shame in asking for help John." She looks down at Molly and smiles. "Molly would you like a cup of tea?"
"Yes please." She says staring at the woman in awe; she had never met someone who let Sherlock's attitude wash over her so easily.
"I will be just outside if you need me John." She says with a wide smile.
"Why would I need you?" He says and Molly stares at him in all his stubborn glory, all crossed arms and pouty.
"Oh I don't know, I am sure you can think of something," She says with a chuckle and she leaves the room smiling.
"Insufferable woman!" Sherlock huffs and Molly turns around to face him. He is still looking everywhere but at her and she sighs.
"Sherlock!" She says quietly and he swallows but continues to not look at her. "Will you please look at me?" She says and he closes his eyes and frowns. He opens his eyes and turns his head slowly and his icy blue eyes meet hers. Molly's breath catches and she tries to control her reddening cheeks. She remembers the last time they were together and she knows that she has failed in taming her blush.
"Why are you here?" He asks looking away again and she frowns.
"I was called and asked to come. I was told you were hurt." She says bristling a little as she looks over his face he has a bruised cheekbone and a cut lip. He doesn't look to bad but she can see that he has had some stitches on his head.
"You shouldn't have come." He says with a frown and Molly sighs.
"For god sake Sherlock!" She says through her teeth and he glances sideways at her, she looks mad. "Look whether you like it or not you are my friend and when someone finds out their friend is hurt they want to make sure they are ok. What the hell else was I supposed to do?" Molly says finding it hard to rein in her anger. Sherlock looks over at her and frowns.
"You are angry?"
"Damn right I am angry! I have had …" The door swings open and nurse Craig comes in with Molly's tea and places it down and quickly leaves before Molly can thank her.
"What have you had?" Sherlock asks and molly looks up at him over the brim of her mug.
"Sorry?"
"You were about to have a rant." He says and Molly scowls, she had momentarily forgotten she was mad at him.
"Yes well you, you are an insufferable arse." She says and Sherlock's eyebrows rise up.
"So I have been told," He says but then frowns, "never by you though." He muses and Molly blinks at him.
"Well I, I have changed." She says sitting up straighter and Sherlock frowns at her again and his eyes roam over her. She tries not to squirm under his gaze.
"Yes," he says slowly his eyes making their way up her body, "yes you have haven't you." He meets her eyes again and she looks away at the intensity of his look.
"Well I um…" She plays with the cup nervously and Sherlock smiles.
"I am glad not everything has changed." He says and she flushes again and looks up at him through her eyelashes.
"Stop."
"I'm sorry," he says with the ghost of a smile, "you look well Molly, a little tired but otherwise healthy."
"Unlike you." She says looking over his cuts and bruises. She doesn't realise it but she moves forwards. "What happened to you Sherlock?" She asks trying her best not to blush anymore.
"I may have underestimated someone." He says with a shrug and Molly raises her eyebrows for him to continue. He sighs and he pushes himself up so he is sitting straighter. He groans a little and Molly stands up to help him. She moves his pillows and plumps them before sliding then back behind him.
"Better?" She asks and he stares at her and nods.
"Yes." He says his voice hoarse and he quickly clears his throat and looks away, "That's fine, thank you Molly." He says in his normal snappy tone. Molly frowns at him and he clears his throat again as Molly sits back down.
"So are you going to tell me what happened?" She asks picking up her rapidly cooling tea.
"I have told you, I underestimated someone." He says still a little snappily. Molly scowls at him and she sees him glance at her from the corners of his eyes and he sighs. "What do you want me to tell you? I was looking for connections to Moriarty and I ran into some trouble. It seems his network is harder to find on your own and with limited recourses." He says sounding frustrated and a little embarrassed Molly laughs and Sherlock looks at her in disbelief, "Is something funny?"
"Yes," She says placing down her now chilled tea, "if you wanted a way in why didn't you just say?"
"What are you talking about Molly?" He asks sitting up again his curiosity obviously piqued.
"Well not two hours ago I had my life threatened by the very charming predecessor of Jim."
"You what?" Sherlock asks sounding very confused. "Who?" He asks his voice quiet.
"Sebastian…"
"Moran?" Sherlock asks and Molly nods. Sherlock closes his eyes and he runs his hands through his hair. "This is not good Molly. You don't understand who this man is…"
"Oh I understand perfectly well thank you Sherlock. I met him remember he definitely gave of the aura of a killer and I know this may be my last week alive and that I really should write a will." She says with an attempt at humour and Sherlock frowns.
"Molly." Sherlock says his tone soft but she lifts up her hands and he falls quite.
"Don't. Just don't. I do not need to hear any apologies or anything; it is my own damn fault. I got myself mixed up in all of this. It is what I deserve after everything I have done." She says and Sherlock stares at her in quiet disbelief. He cannot quite believe how scared what she is saying is making him and what he is feeling scares him even more.
"What did he ask of you?" He asks dreading the answer.
"Well he came into the hospital and made me and offer of employment, he wanted me to be his inside person and forge records when he needed it. He gave me a week to decide or…" She runs her thumb along her neck and Sherlock's eyes widen.
"No!" He says loudly startling Molly and making her clutch her heart. He throws the covers off himself and moves to get out of bed and Molly sighs and stands up.
"What are you doing?" She asks trying to wrestle his bare legs from swinging off of the bed.
"Molly unhand me!" He says as she pins his legs down and she stares up at him a little red faces and blowing her hair out of her face, he scowls at her.
"You cannot get up." She protests and he huffs.
"Yes I can. I must." He says and she frowns.
"Why? What can you do? You are supposed to be dead." Molly says quietly.
"I can help because you helped me." He says and she stares at him, the conviction in his eyes startles her. "You helped me Molly." He says again and Molly chuckles.
"Yeah well I love you, I was blinded." She says and she realises what she just said and coughs nervously as he frowns at her. "Sorry I… ugh…" She moves away from his bed towards the window and stares out. "Look Sherlock, I appreciate it I really do, but you really don't need to worry about this. I will sort it out. I will talk to Greg or John. They can help me."
"They wouldn't know where to start." He says from directly behind her making her jump. She spins around and cannot help but smile at the usually dapper sleuth wearing, a quite frankly, horrific hospital robe.
"Something funny?" He asks and Molly shakes her head. "I didn't think so. Look Molly please let me help you. I owe you." He says and Molly sighs at him and he smiles smugly knowing she has caved and she shoves him back towards the bed.
"Today you rest, you can try and save my life tomorrow."
"I will have you know I do my best work when I am lying down." He says and Molly blushes crimson at the imagery that flashes through her mind and he quirks an eyebrow at her. "Molly Hooper!" He says with a chuckle and she bites her lip. Mary comes into the room with a clipboard and smiling, she makes Molly jump back and she looks at the floor. Was Sherlock flirting with her?
"Mr Watson what are you doing out of bed?" Mary asks smiling between the two of them.
"I was using the bathroom that is still allowed isn't it?" Sherlock snaps and Mary chuckles.
"Is he always like this?" Mary asks Molly and she smiles.
"Pretty much." Molly says with a smile then looks at Sherlock who is looking at her with a hint of amusement. "In fact he always is." She says and he narrows his eyes at her.
"I thought as much." She says with a wink and she turns to Sherlock who has now narrowed his eyes at her. "You will be delighted to know your discharge papers have come though."
"About time." Sherlock says and Molly slaps his arm. "Ouch!" Molly glares at him as he rubs his arm.
"So he is ok to go home?" Molly asks sounding surprised. Mary nods happily while Sherlock signs his release papers.
"There are no major injuries and the swelling has gone down. You will just have to come back in a week to have the stitches removed John but other than that you should heal up nicely." Mary says taking the papers back from Sherlock.
Molly smiles at Sherlock's eagerness to leave. Mary says goodbye and as soon as she is out the door Sherlock springs up. He digs around the little cupboard for this things and Molly watches as he organises his clothes.
"They didn't use fabric softener." He mumbles to himself as he unfolds his t-shirt. He looks up at Molly and quirks and eyebrow and she spins around.
"Sorry." She says quickly, she hears him undress and she smiles at the memory of his broad pale chest.
"Molly are you blushing?" Sherlock asks and she crosses her arms.
"Shut up and get changed so we can go." She says picking up her bag. He taps her shoulder and she turns around, he is looking down at her and she swallows hard. The sight of Sherlock in normal everyday clothes doing funny things to her, he looked great in a pair of jeans.
"Where are you going?" She asks her voice a little higher than normal making Sherlock smile.
"Well I was hoping I could come to yours for now, until I sort this mess out."
"Do you really think something can be done?" Molly asks sadly and Sherlock frowns.
"I can try." He says and Molly nods and sighs.
"Ok, trying can't hurt can it?"
"Exactly now come on I want to get out of here." He says putting his hand between Molly's shoulder blades and steering her out of the room. As they make their way though the hospital Sherlock puts on a black baseball cap and they quickly jump into a cab and sit down while Molly tell the cabbie where to go.
The cab pulls up outside Molly's building and Sherlock pulls up his hood hiding his face further and then opens the door. He turns and shocks Molly by holding out his hands for her, she takes them and he helps her out of the cab and closes the door behind her. He keeps hold of one of her hands as they climb the stairs to her building. Molly cannot help the heat that creeps over her face and she is very conscious of the fact her palm is becoming hot and clammy. She peeks up at Sherlock who is his head down obviously trying to stay as hidden as possible. He opens the door for her.
"Thank you." She says and he smiles. Much to her distain she has to let go of his hand as she unlocks the door as it has become sticky and the landlord keeps forgetting to fix it.
"Molly?" A voice shouts from the upstairs stairwell making both her and Sherlock freeze. She rattles the keys franticly and just as the door opens Molly catches sight of her loud and garish neighbour Jennifer descending the stairs in sky-high heels. "I thought that was you." Jennifer says shrilly and Molly turns to her and gives her a weak smile.
"Hi Jennifer." Molly says standing in front of Sherlock.
"I haven't seen you around for a long time." Jennifer says and Molly shrugs. "Who is your friend?" She asks her eyes darting to Sherlock.
"This is…"
"Her boyfriend." Sherlock says taking her hand again and Molly's eyes widen.
"Oh wow!" Jennifer says sounding genuinely shocked and molly cannot help but feel offended.
"Did you need something?" Molly asks snappily and Jennifer's eyebrows shoot up.
"No not really I just came to ask you about the stuff in the papers." She says and Molly frowns. "It's just that I saw you in them when I was in holiday, apparently I missed quite a lot." She grins and Molly chuckles nervously.
"Well it was all lies." She says and Jennifer arches her perfectly preened eyebrow.
"That's not what the papers said."
"You shouldn't believe everything you read Jennifer." Molly snaps and Jennifer chuckles.
"I suppose." She says narrowing her eyes. "He did kill himself though, that Sherlock guy I always heard to talking about." Molly swallows hard and Sherlock shuffles beside her.
"That's right."
"Hmm, so what actually happened? I mean you were his 'friend' right?" she says laying the implications on thick.
"I don't really want to…" Molly began but Sherlock gripped her hand and she paused.
"Look Jennifer is it? Molly doesn't want to talk about it so why don't you just scurry away." Sherlock says and Jennifer's eyes widen.
"Excuse me?" Jennifer says in a shocked voice. "Are you going to let him talk to me like that?" She asks turning to Molly. Molly stares up at Sherlock and he winks at her. Molly turns to Jen and smiles.
"Piss of Jennifer and keep your big nose out of other people business." Molly says and she pulls shocked Sherlock into her apartment and closes the door loudly. They listen to her angrily climbing the stairs her heels clickity clacking off the stone. Molly snorts when she hears her saying "Bitch," and her door slams. Molly starts to laugh and she smiles up at Sherlock.
"God that felt good. I cannot stand that woman." She says and Sherlock smiles.
"I guessed as much."
"She is always so nosey. She is always in other people business. She is forever asking me about things to do with work and you."
"Me? What about me?" He asks and Molly feels his finger move against her knuckles and she realises they are still holding hands. She looks down at their joined hands and her stomach flutters.
"She um, she wanted to know about you and your work. I think she had a little crush." She says and she looks back up at him. He is looking down at their hands with a strange look, molly is unable to read his face like he can read hers and she panics and pulls her hand free. He looks up at her and she smiles. "Thank you for your help." She says and she walks down the hall and into her living room. Sherlock watches her as she turns into and he looks back down at his hand frowning.
"My pleasure." He says quietly as he notes the flutter of his accelerated pulse against his wrist. He looks back towards the kitchen and his lips quirk in a little smile.
Molly is rattling around in the kitchen looking through her sparse cupboards for something to eat when she hears Sherlock come into the kitchen.
"I really don't have much food, I haven't been here much. We should probably just order in." She says and when she doesn't get an answer she turns around. Sherlock is looking at her with a type of intensity that makes her freeze. "Sherlock what is it?" She asks but he doesn't answer, he moves slowly towards her and she backs up a little and hits the counter top. "Sherlock what…" He silences her by putting a finger on her lips. His lips twitch with a smile when he finds they are as soft as her remembered. Molly stares up at him with wide startled eyes as he moves his finger to the corner of her mouth. Her breath catches when his eyes meet hers and she finds them smouldering. She never knew eyes that blue could burn so intensely. Sherlock's hand slowly moves around to cup her face, his long finger lying lightly on her neck. Molly's mind is buzzing and when he takes half a step closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers, she feels like she might pass out. She instinctively licks her lips and he smiles. He begins to lean down nearer her when her hands shoot up and crab hold of his shoulders stopping his lips inches from hers. He freezes and she blinks rapidly as she breath races.
"Molly what are you doing?" He asks and she is silent for a moment while she tries to clear her head. She was not quite sure what the hell she was doing; in all honesty she wasn't even sure how her arms got there. It certainly wasn't her body that done it. Her body was screaming out for him but her mind must have been hesitant.
"What are you doing?" She asks and he rolls his eyes.
"I thought that was quite obvious." He says running his thumb over her cheek.
"Why then? Why are you doing this? You don't have to?" she says and her body screams at her for being a damn fool. She could feel her body wanting nothing more than to get closer to him. The heat coming from him was almost unbearable. She knew thought she did not want to do this just because he pitied her. Like when her kissed her before, that made her feel horrible. She couldn't handle that again. Sherlock sighed and put his other hand on her face trapping her there and making her look at him.
"I know I don't have to but Molly, I want to!" He says and he closes the distance between them and presses his lips to hers. She lets out a little moan at the shock but as her body realises her brain is no longer putting up a fight she relaxes. The feel of Sherlock's lips against hers is electric and she sighs. As her lips part she can taste Sherlock on her tongue. She grips Sherlock's Shoulders as his mouth moves in sync with her own. His hands that are still cupping her face begin to move down her neck, shoulders and then rest on her waist. His grip tightens on her when she flicks her tongue out to taste his lips. She knows she had startled him and she pulls away.
"Sorry." She says breathlessly and he rests his head against her forehead.
"Don't be." He says just as breathlessly as her and she smiles, it had to be the sexiest sound she had ever heard and as he presses his lips back to hers she tries not to smile at the thought that she had made him make that noise. She had honestly thought that was all she was going to get from Sherlock but he seemed more than willing to continue and she was not going to deny him. His grip on her gets firmer and so do his lips. Molly is holding tightly to him and then it is her time to gasp when he slips his tongue between her parted lips. She feels him smile obviously pleased with her response and she smiles to herself. She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer. He groans at her surprising strength as she pulls him flush against her and slides her tongue against his. The feeling surprises Sherlock and he is pleased to find it very nice.
Molly cannot believe that this is actually happening to her, she is standing in her kitchen with Sherlock Holmes kissing like a pair of horny teenagers. She loved it.
Not to be outdone Sherlock wraps his arms around Molly's waist and pulls her upwards so she is sitting on the kitchen counter. Molly gasps as Sherlock spreads her legs and steps between them, not once breaking their kiss.
"Who are you and what have you done with Sherlock Holmes?" Molly mumbles against his lips he chuckles and claims her mouth again. Molly moans as Sherlock's hands move down her thighs and she tries to clamp them together as a bolt of pleasure shoots through her. Molly wraps her legs around Sherlock's hips and presses into him. He groans loudly and she nips his lower lip.
"Bedroom?" He asks and Molly freezes, she did not see that coming.
"What?" She gasps. Sherlock swallows and he looks like he is struggling to look at her.
"I- I… do you want to…"
"Yes!" Molly nearly shouts and Sherlock looks up at her and smiles looking thoroughly relieved; he thought he had seriously misread the situation.
"Hold on." He says and he picks her up effortlessly and he walks them into the bedroom while she sucks and kisses at his neck. He kicks her door open and lowers her onto the middle of the bed and straightens up.
Molly chews on her lip as she watching him. She can read him now, he is nervous. She gets into her knees and holds out her hands.
"Come here." She says and he swallows hard but moves onto the bed and kneels in front of her. "You ok?" She asks and he nods.
"I am fine," He says and then he sighs, "I have never done this sober before." He says and Molly sighs and smiles.
"I thought you were going to say…"
"That I was a virgin?" He asks and Molly nods feeling a little embarrassed. He smiles and shakes his head. "A common misconception, I am not a virgin nor am I gay." He says with a little smile.
"I guessed as much." She says and he quirks his eyebrow at him. She bit her lip knowing that he knew she thought he was gay at one point.
"It has been a while since…" He says and molly nods knowing full well how long he has been clean for and if that was the last time he was with someone it made her feel slightly better about her three year dry spell.
"Me too." She says and she feels herself blush, Sherlock looks surprised at this revelation.
"I thought you and Moriarty…"
"Jim? No, god we only went on three dates. I don't just sleep with someone after three dates." She says, "I mean Jim was a stranger." She adds feeling him about to comment on their lack of dates.
"And you know me?" He asks and she nods.
"Yes, I know you well enough and I trust you." She says and he smiles.
"You shouldn't." He says and she takes his hand and he links their fingers together.
"Probably." She says with a little smile and he pulls her towards him.
"We probably should do this." He says and Molly nods as his warm breath washes over her. "There is no going back after this." He adds and she nods as his fingers move to the hem of her t-shirt. He locks eyes with her and she licks her lips. "Tell me to stop." He says his voice deep and it vibrates through her and she shakes her head. His hands are now against the soft skin of her waist and she sees his jaw is tight. She leans down and kisses along his tight jaw and her lips stop by his ear.
"Don't stop." She says her lips brushing against his ear making his gasp. His hands travel upward pulling her clothes up with them. She looks down at him and he swallows and pulls the top over her head. She smiles when he hums appreciatively as he pulls her free of the top. She blinks as she top comes over her eyes and before she can see properly Sherlock crashes his lips to hers. Her arms fall over his shoulders and holds him tightly and grips him as he lowers her onto her back. Sherlock hovers over her barely touching her, she groans at the need for contact and she is rewarded with a large soft hand on her ribcage. She can feel Sherlock trembling slightly and she takes hold of his wrist and places it on her breast. He stops kissing her and looks down at her in surprise. He can feel her heart racing beneath his fingertips and she smiles up at him. He takes hold of her breast and her eyes flutter closed and content smile plays across her face. She starts to play with his hair and it sends a little shiver down his spine. He lowers his head again to kiss her and she smiles into the kiss and grips his hair as he continues the ministration of her breast. He runs a thumb over her bra and he feels her nipple harden and he does it again when she lets out a little gasp.
Molly runs her hands down Sherlock's back and grabs at the hem of his t-shirt and starts to tug it up his back. He moves so she can pull it over his head and she sits and watches him as he balls it up and throws it onto the floor. She stares up at him in awe of how amazing he looks. She lifts a shaking hand and touches the smooth expanse of his chest and when she does his eyes closes and his breathing becomes more ragged. She roams her hands over his pectorals and down over his smooth tight stomach. His eyes open when she plays with the little patch of hair at the top f his jeans and he looks down at her.
"What are you thinking?" He asks his voice tight. Molly looks up at him and she smiles.
"That I am in a dream." She says honestly and he leans down to her and she lies back.
"It is no dream." He says and Molly smiles and hooks her leg over his hip pulling him down and flipping him onto his back in one smooth move. She climbs onto his hips and she stares at her.
"Where did you learn that?" He asks with a smile.
"I took self defence lessons." She says and he raises his eyebrows.
"Handy." He says and she smiles as he pulls her towards him. Molly kisses him and he runs his hands over her back and snaps open her bra and she smiles and she wiggles out of it. She tries to cover herself when the memory of his comment about her lacking breasts at Christmas.
"Don't." He says taking hold of her wrists. "I was a fool, you look breathtaking." He says and Molly allows Sherlock to move her arms and she feels herself blush. "Lovely." He says to himself and he looks into Molly's eyes. She smiles and he sits up and wraps and arm around her while one goes to her exposed breast followed by, much to Molly's delight, his mouth. Molly sighs and tightens her grip on his hair. She cannot quite believe how good it feels to have Sherlock pinching, sucking and nipping at her breasts, this alone is already making her squirm on his lap emitting little groans from him. She carefully runs her fingers through his hair and he hums against her chest almost like he is purring. The sound makes her stomach clench and she desperately wants to her that again. She pushes him backwards onto the bed and hovers over him. She kisses him soundly as he holds her hips pulling them down to his as his other hand grips her hair. She moves his lips from his mouth and slowly moves her lips along his cheekbones and along his jaw. She sees his Adams apple bobbing and she licks at his neck and he gasps. She smiles and continues her descent down over his chest, flicking each of his nipples with her tongue making his chest rumble. She rakes her fingers down his stomach as she claims his mouth again. He kisses her back lazily and she smiles as she considers her next move. She bites her lip as she watches his relaxed face and she moves her hand further south, not toughing him, and then she stops her hand over the fly of his jeans. She plucks up all her courage and runs her finger over the bulge in his jeans. He hisses and his eyes snap open and meet hers, she smiles and he swallows hard.
"May I?" She asks and he nods looking a little lost for words. She smiles and unbuttons his jeans one button at a time her eyes not leaving his. She smiles when his eyes flutter closed at her touch and she moves down his legs and slowly pulls off his jeans. He pulls his legs free and she looks up at him and finds him resting on his elbows watching her.
"You next." He says and Molly stands up on the bed and shimmies her trousers down her hips while Sherlock watched from beneath her. She steps out of her trousers and kicks them onto the floor before kneeling back down. Sherlock takes her hand and pulls her to lie down next to him they lay on their sides facing each other and he runs a hand up her leg and back down to her knee and hitches it over his hip before rolling on top of her. His weight pressing her into the bed feels wonderful and she feels safe and warm.
"We can still stop." He says and Molly wraps her legs around him and smiles.
"No way." She says and he smiles.
"Thank god." He says and he kisses her. She smiles again and sighs as he runs his hand along her thigh. She moves her hips against him and he groans his hips buck against her as he kisses her neck and she moans loudly. "That is a beautiful noise." He murmurs before rotating his hips again.
"Sherlock please!" Molly moans and he nods against her neck. He tugs at her panties and shimmies them down her legs. She watches breathless as he strips off his briefs and her eyes widen at the sight of his impressive length. He catches her looking and smiles, pleased at her reaction, before he lowers himself back over her.
"Molly are you..."
"I am on birth control." She gasps as she feels him press against her.
Molly swallows hard and spreads her legs to make room for him and she sighs when she feels him move against her. She can see the strain in his shoulders and she pushes his hair out of his eyes and smiles at him before kissing him. She feels him tremble again before she feels him slowly and carefully fill her. Suddenly he is everywhere, the feel of him his heat and his smell is all she knows and it makes her freeze at the intensity of it. She hears him let out a huge content sigh and she runs her hands over his back and he kisses her nose before he begins to move. His movements are slightly erratic to begin with but when she slows him down with her hips his movements meet hers and they set a deliciously intense pace. She really starts to feel him then, he is long and thick and he was hitting all the right places. After a little time of getting used too each other they start to touch and kiss again and when Sherlock angles his hips Molly gasps loudly making her eyes shoot open. He smiles down at her looking mighty pleased with himself and she narrows her eyes at him and he does it again.
"Oh my god!" She gasps and he smiles. He keeps on his relentless pace and Molly starts to tremble. He moves a hand up her body and pinches a nipple between two fingers and it sends a bolt of pleasure between her legs and they both gasp.
"Damn!" He says the feeling catching him of guard and Molly smiles and rakes her fingers over his back making him thrust harder into her.
"Oh, Sh-Sherlock…" Molly says loudly and he growls again as Molly's pleasure heightens. Molly can feel her release coming and her breathing starts to get heavier. Sherlock's every thrust is hitting her right where she needs it. She has never felt something so intense before and it is driving her mad. After two powerful thrusts Sherlock pushes her over the edge and Molly tightens around him and cries out her release into his shoulder. Sherlock stills and revels in the feeling of being inside her as she climaxes around him. As soon as she begins to come back to reality she twitches her hips telling him to find his release and he doesn't need to be asked twice. He moves with more force holding her hips in the search for his release. His eyes widen when he feels Molly's insides fluttering again and she looks up at him in shock.
"Again?" He asks in awe and she just nods and smiles. He can feel his release coming quickly and when it hits him he is shocked by it. He has never felt something quite so startlingly intense before. The feeling of it plus the feeling of Molly's walls gripping him fro a second time was hard for him to comprehend.
The noises they had made together were animalistic and Sherlock was barely aware of the fact Molly's nails had dug into his back. He collapses onto her covering her body with his and breathing heavily.
It takes a few minutes for each of them to come out of their little daze and to catch their breaths and it is Molly that is first to move. She wiggles beneath Sherlock and he lifts himself off her realising he was probably crushing her but he doesn't move far he lays his head on her chest and she smiles and she runs her hand through his hair. They lie quietly for some time and Molly keeps playing with his hair, she had never realised how soft it would actually be. After a little while longer of Sherlock not moving, she stops moving and listens to him. She can hardly hear him breathe.
"Sherlock are you alive down there?" She asks and he chuckles making the bed shake.
"I am alive Molly. Very much alive, you have awoken the dead in me Molly Hooper." He says and Molly smiles.
"Well considering I killed you it was the least I could do." Molly says and he lifts his head and frowns.
"You misunderstand me." He says and she frowns.
"Then explain it." She says and Sherlock moves up the bed and lies down next to her.
"To really understand you need to know about my past and I really don't want you to know that part of me."
"It won't make me change how I feel…"
"I know that but it is a part of my life I am ashamed of. In a nutshell I was stupid and used drugs to calm my brain and allow it to reach its full potential. Foolishness on my part, anyway back then I was trying to hone my talent and I would do anything to be the best. And I mean anything." He says looking down at her and she nods in understanding and is glad he was not going to divulge any further. "I closed myself off from everyone I knew as I tried to get clean and I decided then that I would not let anyone in as I knew I would cause them pain and people clouded my head. People always get hurt around me. I hurt them even though, most of the time, I don't mean it. I have hurt and continue to this day to hurt my closest and best friends. My job means I will always have people coming after me and if I get close to people they will be at risk. You and John included." He says and molly nods sadly. "You and John are the only two people who have liked me for me. Like John you have liked me despite my short comings, of which there are many." He says and Molly smiles. "You Molly Hooper have always believed in me and trusted me although I have given you no reasons in the past for you to even put up with me. That is something I have only had with one other person…"
"John?" Molly asks and Sherlock nods.
"My relationship with John has always been easy, we are friends and he is loyal and a great man. With John though there are no feelings involved, unlike with you." He says and he runs his hand down her arm and watches as goose bumps rise on her skin. "With you there are feelings." He looks into her eyes and she blinks at him mesmerised by his honesty. "You have always believed in me and you have shown me that I should not be afraid of letting people in. I am never going to be the best person to be around and I will be aloof and disappear for days on end. I have issues many, many issues but I want to do better. I need to do better. It is you that has shown me that Molly. You have awoken something inside of me that I thought was long dead."
"Sherlock I…"
"Molly, please let me try. I cannot guarantee I will be any better…"
"Sherlock stop!" Molly says her eyes stinging. "Please stop, I don't want you to change. I like you as you are, I always have. How you have been has never bothered me it was just the cruel things you said."
"I never really meant them." He says and Molly smiles.
"Yes you did."
"I didn't not really, I suppose you could call it my way of trying to distance myself further from people. Picking out any little flaws making me not become to attached." He says trying desperately trying to explain how his brain worked.
"But you were always so horrible to me." She says and he nods.
"I know and I think that was because I knew I could become attached to you Molly." He says and she frowns. "Before all of this I couldn't think of anything worse than becoming to emotionally involved with someone. I was already pushing the boundaries with John and he was constantly being threatened because of out relationship. Can't you see how I thought it logical to not befriend anyone else? I had my hands full with John." He asks and Molly nods.
"I understand but why are you saying all of these things. Is it because I might die in a week and you want me to feel like you trust me or do you want me to feel loved? Is that what this is?" Molly asks cringing dreading the answer. Sherlock stares at her and realises then how someone could be so hurt by words.
"No Molly it is not because of that." He takes hold of her hand and places it on his chest. "Do you feel that?" He asks and she nods when she feels his skin heat up and his heart flutter under her palm. "I am scared." He says and she looks up at him and frowns. "What I feel for you makes me scared Molly." He says and Molly smiles, to her that was as good as him saying he loved her. She lays her head on his chest and wraps her arm over his stomach. He wraps and arm around her shoulders and kisses her hair.
"Thank you." She says and he chuckles making her head bounce on his chest.
"Good night Molly." He says and she smiles as she listens to his slowly steadying heartbeat and she closes her eyes and lets it lull her into a peaceful sleep.