This chapter has a bit of sensuality, but nothing explicit.

Sherlock and Molly are throwing a Christmas party at Baker Street, but Sherlock isn't exactly dressed for the occasion.

Six months later.

Snow was falling, Christmas spirit was strong and there was pure, unadulterated joy in Molly's heart for, perhaps, the first time in her life. She glanced at the engagement ring on her finger and smiled. Sherlock had proposed to her a month after his transformation and she said yes. They were in love and everything felt glorious.

Once she reached 221B Baker Street, she opened the door and made her way inside. Mrs. Hudson greeted her with a warm hug.

"Molly, dear!"

"Hello, Mrs. Hudson. I've come to see if Sherlock's ready for the party."

The older lady scoffed and smiled. "Oh, I doubt it. Twenty minutes ago, he was doing some sort of horrid experiment with lungs. I am definitely not going up there, but if anyone could push him to get ready, it's you, soon-to-be Mrs. Holmes!"

Molly's eyes sparkled at that and she laughed delightedly. She and Sherlock hadn't told anyone about their engagement because they wanted to announce it at the Christmas party later that night. But when Mrs. Hudson witnessed Molly leaving Sherlock's flat at three in the morning a week ago, she put two and two together and realised that the relationship between consulting detective and pathologist had changed drastically.

So, they told her everything, but swore her to secrecy. At least until the party. Thankfully, the landlady agreed to keep quiet about Sherlock and Molly's new relationship, but she couldn't stop herself from beaming like a proud mother whenever she saw Molly wearing her engagement ring. "Now, we still are a ways off from the wedding, Mrs. Hudson."

"Oh, I know, but I wanted to say it at least once! It does sound quite lovely."

She couldn't argue with that. "I think so, too."

A loud ringing noise surprised both women and Mrs. Hudson patted Molly's arm. "That must be the cookies I'm baking. It's time for me to take them out of the oven, but you go on ahead and see if you can get Sherlock dressed. I'm sure he's still wearing his dressing gown and running that strange experiment."

Molly squeezed Mrs. Hudson's hands and went up the stairs to Sherlock's flat. When she opened the door, she smiled, seeing the beautiful Christmas tree that she and Sherlock decorated together a few days ago.

There were also other signs of the holiday season being celebrated at Baker Street. A string of Christmas lights was lying along the mantelpiece, a medium sized wreath hung on the door of the flat, red and green bows were spread throughout the room and a tiny sprig of mistletoe was directly hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room.

And Sherlock came into view from the kitchen, wearing absolutely nothing on his body.

Molly gaped at the sight. It's not like she hadn't seen naked men before - and she had certainly seen him naked plenty of times - but he still had the ability to make her blush like a schoolgirl.

"Sherlock! What are you doing?" She glared at him.

The consulting detective looked up at her and smirked. "Walking around, of course."

"Our guests will be arriving in the hour! Put some clothes on, please!"

Even though Molly chastised Sherlock about his current state of undress, she couldn't regret checking out the view. Those brilliant blue-green eyes, Cupid's bow lips, sharp cheekbones and tight arse made her feel like the luckiest women in the world. Of course, it was still hard to wrap her head around the fact that Sherlock had been cursed less than a year ago, but now, he was a flesh and blood man.

He looked just as handsome as he did all those years ago, save for one change: those curly ebony locks on his head. Molly loved how different his hair was now and she enjoyed running her hands through it. Sherlock enjoyed her attentions, too because it made him feel extremely comfortable and relaxed.

"Perhaps you should take yours off," he replied with a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he placed the beaker on the table and walked over to her slowly.

Molly felt a pool of desire in her stomach and he core grew damp. How was it that he always managed to excite with just the timbre of that voice? It was maddening and honestly, Molly was surprised how they'd been able to spend enough time getting to know each other from all of the sex they'd been having. Not that she was complaining because the sex was very good.

Sherlock sniffed and his pupils dilated as he realised what that scent was. "Ah, you're aroused. My, my." He took her hand in his and kissed the pulse point with tenderness, making Molly's knees weak. Those elegant fingers grasped her hip and trailed down to rest on her bum, squeezing ever so gently. Needless to say, she was like putty in his hands.

It was completely unfair that he affected her so much! Every time she was around him, she found herself in need of a new pair of knickers and it was more difficult to focus when he came to Bart's because he would deliberately do things to distract her. Sherlock liked that his presence did things to Molly's concentration. It made their relationship quite interesting.

Molly swooned as Sherlock took her in his arms and kissed her softly. The action pressed her lower body to his and she moaned, clutched his shoulders. Slowly, Molly ran her tongue along Sherlock's tantalising upper lip. He always tasted so delicious. After a bit of foreplay, she pulled back and giggled.

"Sherlock, seriously. Put some clothes on!" Molly swatted his arms and moved out of his embrace. Then, she saw the scientific equipment on the kitchen table. "Are you kidding me? You're still doing an experiment?"

"Don't worry. It's almost finished."

"Oh, I know it is. Because we're putting food on that table and you need to clean all of this off." Molly glanced at Sherlock's nude form and she sighed. "Fine. I will clean up, but you go change. I mean it."

"Alright, but as soon as everyone leaves the party, we can go to my bedroom and finish where we left off here." He gave her another sensual kiss, entwining his fingers in her hair and crushing her body to his. Time seemed to stop for a moment, and then, Sherlock walked to his bedroom to get dressed, leaving a flustered Molly behind him.

Hopefully, this party wouldn't last too long.