A/N :: Okay this chapter was much more fun to write than the previous one. Also it's much longer than anything else I've written thus far and has shaped up to be my favorite chapter. I had originally planned for this to be the final chapter full of smutty goodness but it quickly took on a life of its own. But I promise there will be smut, I just really liked the way I ended things and didn't want to ruin my truly delicious teaser of an ending. For now just appreciate the fluff.

That being said please keep your hands and legs inside the roller coaster at all times and enjoy.

Molly sat on the couch, thinking over the events of the wedding. She wasn't sure what had motivated her to break off her engagement but she was glad she did. She was feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders.

She had just finished having the dreaded "talk" with Tom. She finally admitted the truth and told him that she couldn't marry him because she had feelings for someone else. To Tom's credit, he took the news surprisingly well. He was even nice enough to wish her the best before leaving her alone in her apartment. Letting out a sigh of relief, Molly got up and headed to her bedroom to change out of her bright yellow dress.

I should have ended things weeks ago. She thought, as she absently played with her now empty ring finger. It wasn't fair of me to be with Tom when I'm still sorting through my feelings for Sherlock. Ugh Sherlock, the king of mixed signals. I mean, one minute he's telling me he thinks about me having sex and imagines what it's like to kiss me and the next he's avoiding me like the plague. I don't know what to think. I mean, I'm obviously sexually attracted to him. It's difficult not to be when he has those beautiful blue eyes, soft curls, strong cheekbones and kissable pink lips. Molly found herself beginning to daydream about caressing Sherlock's face and running her fingers over his lips. She shook her head attempting to remain focused. I'm never going to be able to move on if I don't address and try to understand my feelings and I can hardly do that if I keep being distracted by thoughts of his handsome face.

Once Molly had finished changing she moved from her room to the kitchen to fill Toby's food dish.

I know that Sherlock has physical feelings for me as well. That much was clear in the drunken texts he sent me a couple weeks ago. Molly felt the flush in her cheeks as she recalled the messages. She had spent sso much time reading and re-reading them that she now knew them by heart. What I don't know is if he's ever going to be able to offer me anything more than just sex. I get the distinct impression that Sherlock does not do relationships and I wouldn't want him to feel like he has to change and be something he's not. Especially since I like him just the way he is. Sherlock has admitted that he is married to his work and I wouldn't want to get in the way of the brilliant things that he does. However, I would be lying if I said I didn't want a relationship that was based on more than just sexual attraction. So I guess the real question is: Can Sherlock offering me more and if not can I accept a sexual relationship knowing it won't lead to anything in the future?

Molly groaned as she realized that she didn't know the answer to her own question. She decided that she needed to do something to clear her head. So she threw on her coat, slipped on some shoes and headed out the door. She was going to go to Bart's in order to ahead on the stack paperwork that she knew was waiting on her desk. She got into a cab, but instead of giving the driver the address for the hospital, Molly heard herself saying, "221B Baker Street."

25 minutes later, Molly found herself staring at the door of 221B. She had spent the entire ride over trying to prepare herself for a chat with her consulting detective. Now that she was there Molly was unsure of what to do and was quickly beginning to lose her nerve.

What the hell was I thinking coming here? If I had just headed to Bart's like I'd been planning to, I wouldn't be in this situation. She took a deep breath. Okay Molly, no use thinking about what could have been because you're here now so you might as well make the most of it. Alright so do I ring the bell? The light in his flat is on so I know he's awake but he's never been good with answer the door. I could just text him to let him know I'm outside. Yeah, I think that's the best idea. As Molly reached into her jacket pocket for her phone, she was startled by a familiar cheery voice coming from behind her. She turned around to see Mrs. Hudson making her way up the sidewalk to the front door.

"Molly, is that you?" asked Mrs. Hudson.

"Yes, hello Mrs. Hudson."

"What are you doing here dear?"

"Oh. Um. I-I saw that Sherlock snuck out of the reception early so I came by to make sure he was alright," said Molly, as she stepped aside to allow Mrs Hudson to unlock the door.

"You are quite thoughtful," said Mrs Hudson as they made their way inside. "Did you enjoy the wedding? I thought it was quite lovely and Mary looked absolutely beautiful, she was practically glowing!"

"Yes it was lovely," Molly said as she smiled politely.

"You and Tom looked happy. The two of you make such a nice couple. Anyways, you head on up dear I'm sure he's wide awake. He keeps such odd hours. I, on the other hand, am off to bed. Goodnight Molly."

"Goodnight Mrs. Hudson," Molly said as she watched her slip into her flat leaving Molly standing alone in the hallway.

Molly stared at the stairs leading to Sherlock's flat, tempted to just slip out the front door and avoid what would mostly likely be a fairly awkward encounter.

If I leave now I won't get the answer to my question and I basically end up right back where I started. I came here because I need to understand exactly what is going on between us. Right now anything would be better than this state of limbo I've been stuck in since he's come back. Honestly, half the time I want to kiss him and the other half of the time I want to slap him. Which is pretty good considering most people want to slap Sherlock all of the time. Molly sniggered to herself as she slowly made her way up the stairs.

Honestly, this whole situation is entirely his fault. If he had just kept his feelings to himself none of this would even be happening. But no, instead he decided that it would be a good idea to tell me he thinks about what my lips taste like.

Molly, finally reaching the door to his flat could feel her annoyance and anger rising. She took a deep breath steeling her nerves to confront him and knocked. A few seconds later, Molly was standing in front of a slightly naked Sherlock Holmes. He was dressed in pajama bottoms and his bare chest was covered only by a light robe tied loosely around his waist.

"Molly," he said the surprise clear on his face.

The sound of Sherlock saying her name and the sight of his naked chest was almost enough to make Molly forget her anger about the fact that she had spent the past few weeks in emotional distress over him…almost but not quite.

Without thinking Molly reached up and slapped him hard with her left hand and said, "That was for the comment at the morgue." "And that," she said as she slapped him once more, "was for the texts."

"I have to say I'm terribly grateful for the lack of a ring," said Sherlock as he rubbed his tender reddening cheek. "I see you and Meat Dagger decided to end things." So what was it then? Were you growing tired of pretending that he isn't painfully boring?" he asked, moving away from the door to sit in his favorite chair.

Molly entered the flat and shut the door behind her. "I'm not here to talk about me," she said trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice.

"No? Then why are you here? I doubt you came all this way just to slap me."

"No that was just an added bonus. I here because of how you've acting ever since you got back," said Molly, as she stood in front of him. "I think I deserve an explanation for your behavior over the past couple of months."

"I've done quite a lot of things since my return, Molly. Over the past month alone, I stopped an underground terrorist ring, saved John from a fiery death and composed a waltz. Oh and today I caught an attempted murderer and gave a captivating best man speech. So I'm going to need you to be a little more specific about what behavior you're referring to.

Molly glared at him angrily. "Oh I'm sorry, did the two slaps I gave you not make things clear enough?" "Maybe another one will help refresh your memory," she said, raising her hand to hit him.

Her hand never made contact with his cheek because in one fluid motion, Sherlock stood up and grabbed her wrist. Molly nearly lost her balance only to be steadied by Sherlock's free hand on her waist. As a result of the movement, Molly found her face inches from Sherlock's exposed chest. Suddenly, all of her anger was gone, replaced by the need to cover every bit of his bare skin with kisses.

Sherlock lowered her raised arm and let go of her wrist while keeping his other hand planted of her waist. Molly moved back, increasing the small distance between them slightly but not far enough to break his firm grasp on her. She looked up and was surprised to see the look of desire on Sherlock's face.

"Sherlock, what do you want from me?" Molly whispered.

"Right now, I really want to kiss you," Sherlock said, his voice low and husky.

"Why? I mean why now?" she asked, her curiosity overriding her desire.

"Why not now?" he said moving in to close the space between them.

Molly could feel her frustration rising. "That is not an answer, Sherlock! I was giving you a chance to be honest about your feelings but obviously you're not capable of that!" She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him away, breaking out of his hold. She turned around to leave only to be stopped by the grip of his hand around her wrist again.

He pulled her back to face him and let out a deep breath. Molly was unsure of what shocked her the most: the look of vulnerability on Sherlock's face or the words he said next.

"I'm sorry. You do deserve an explanation but I can't give you one because I don't understand how I feel. I know I'm sexually attracted to you. That much is clear from the physiological reactions that occur as result of me thinking about you naked. It's a perfectly natural and healthy response to have but that doesn't explain why my palms get sweaty when you're around or why the idea of you kissing Meat Dagger filled me with this inexplicable anger that made me want to punch him. Also, I have no idea why knowing you're no longer engaged to him makes me feel happy and I don't like not knowing."

Molly looked up at the perplexing man standing in front of her. She didn't know what to say so she didn't say anything. Instead she closed the gap between them and placed her lips firmly on his. She could feel his astonishment but he quickly relaxed and began to kiss her back. The soft kiss quickly grew in intensity as Molly opened her lips, inviting Sherlock to explore with his tongue.

He pulled away, breaking the kiss and smiled down at her. "I was right, you do taste better than I imagined."

Molly didn't have a chance to respond before Sherlock retuned his mouth to hers.

I can't believe that this happening. I'm making out with Sherlock Holmes! All coherent thought went out the window as he started undoing the buttons on her jacket. He slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Sherlock slowly moved his focus from her mouth to the areas of skin that were no longer covered by her coat.

While kissing down her neck, Sherlock found the sensitive spot where her neck meets her collarbone causing Molly to gasp in pleasure. He wanted to find out what other sensitive places on her body he could kiss in order to get her to elicit that sound. So, he reached down, pulled her jumper over her head and threw it carelessly across the room. Not wanting to be the only one half naked, Molly moved her hands to untie his robe. As she looked down she couldn't help but notice the bulge that had formed under his pajama bottoms. She looked up to see him smirking at her and blushed.

"See something you like?" he asked smugly.

"I haven't seen enough to make that judgement," she responded teasingly.

"Let's change that." Sherlock pushed his PJ bottoms down to his ankles, quickly followed by his boxers. He kicked both off and nudged them out of the way with his foot leaving him standing in front of her completely naked. Molly stepped back in order to take in the full view of his naked body. She looked him up and down stopping to take in the sight of his hard, impressively sized cock.

"So, what's the verdict?" Sherlock asked huskily.

Molly bit her lip, dragging her eyes away from his remarkable frame; she looked him in the eyes and said "I think I'd rather show you how much I like it. But first I want to watch you touch yourself"

She grinned at the expression of pure shock on his face that her response had elicited. "Considering you've seen me play with myself, I think it's only fair of you to return the favor and let me watch you," she explained matter-of-factly.

He stared at her with his mouth hanging open. Molly smiled as she realized that she was in for, what would most likely be, the longest and most memorable night of her life.

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