A/N: Last one for today. Finished on my tablet so ignore any spelling mistakes! Much love, some naughty implications at the end!

6. Decorating the house

"What on earth?!" Sherlock spluttered, "Can't a man walk into his own flat now withou...Molly?! What is this?!" His flat had vanished, the crime scene tape across the door was garish and thankfully nothing to do with Lestrade who was snickering behind him.

"Doctor Hooper loves Halloween then?" Lestrade snorted as the pair ducked the tape into the new graveyard.

Polystyrene tombs littered the floor, there was a smoke machine in one corner, fake cobwebs dangled from every possible corner and crevice.

Sherlock was sure about two things; Molly would have cleaned out his experiments and he was not cleaning any of this up.

"Greg, you're early!" A cheerful voice heralded Molly's arrival and Sherlock coughed to hide his appreciation of Molly's outfit. The pirate girl outfit cut off mid thigh, she had a sword buckled to a hip and a bandana covering her hair. The front piece had a loose leather corset design which Sherlock was itching to rip off her and oh god those leather thigh highs could be the death of him.

"I actually came to bring Sherlock back. He's hanging around for a case." Greg explained having clocked the look on the consulting detectives face as one of awe and passion.

"He was supposed to be buying the wine." Molly frowned. Ahh busted, Sherlock's consciousness was pulled from ravaging pirate Hooper to seeing the glare upon her face.

"Got distracted." He breezily explained but Molly's wickedly dark smile made him worry.

"Invite said half seven? I'll be around then." Lestrade let himself out as Molly stood there hands on hips.

Sherlock soon found out his punishment. Molly raised the hem of her dress to reveal her stockings.

"I want you to decorate the kitchen as a biohazard site. For once it won't be true." Molly's fingers played with the seam of her stockings and Sherlock's mouth watered but he stayed still.

"If I don't?" He strove for a cool disposition.

"You don't get to pull these off with your teeth." She whispered and Sherlock groaned but saw the determination in her eyes. He had never moved so fast!

Soon the kitchen was decked with more spray on cobweb, a gas mask, microscopes and dry ice.

Before he could make a step towards Molly, the Watsons arrived with the wine and plastic bats.

"Your costume is in the bedroom Sherlock." Molly said distractedly as Mary pulled out spiderweb curtains and then entailed superman John to hang them.

When Nurse Donovan appeared as Vampire Lestrade's guest it took Molly's trump card for Sherlock to behave.

"No knickers Sherlock." She whispered as she passed, reaching the detectives before Sherlock could. He froze at the thought and bided his time in his stupid matching pirate costume.

Twenty minutes later Molly was nibbling on a chocolate roll when his body wrapped around her from behind, he ignored Grandma Addams aka Mrs Hudson's smirk and leant down to Molly's ear.

"Captain Holmes wants to board the ship and ravage your booty." His voice sent shivers through her spine but his words made her laugh.

"Oh captain." She giggled at a bemused Sherlock. "This ship has a few more defence mechanisms. I want to make you beg." Her voice is low and thankfully most of their attendees have left, except John and Mary who are in the process and Mrs Hudson who's helping them.

"Please Molly." His voice makes her wet but they pull apart to see the last three off. Well Molly does, Sherlock's petulant and waits until he hears the door lock behind them.

"I'll beg in the bedroom." He offers as an explanation as he hoists her over his shoulder and carries her off. "Right now I want to offer my loyalty to Captain Hooper and if that means making her scream my name using only my mouth, well so be it!" He hears her laugh and her hand grabs his arse as he goes.

"Best start then." She retorts and the bedroom door slams behind him.