A/N

Thanks to DarqueQueen7 once more for her review, once more. Thank you, darling. Sherlock will appear soon. ;)

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"Molly, Molly darling..." Jonathan tried to get her attention to no vail. He stopped his previous passionate movements on her body and was simply rubbing circles on her back now.

The woman in question stopped sucking on Jonathan's neck and breathed a sigh. "Yes, Jonathan. What is it?" his eyes and face were serious, she noted. So, this was important.

"I have to tell you some things. Some important things about my life." he said with caution in his voice.

"Let me go change and we'll make something to eat first. Make yourself at home." she kissed his lips chastely and got up from her resting place in his lap.

"Wait!" he said.

"What?"

"I brought take away." he said pointing at the bag forgotten near the door.

"Ok. I shall go change into comfy clothes and come. You make the table." she said pointing a finger at him and turning for her bedroom.

"I'd love to come and watch." he cryed at her back. A very delactable back with a lovely deriere.

"No. You will make the table. Make yourself at home." she said from her room. The door was sightly ajar but Jonathan didn't dare come close. No rational thought would keep him away from Molly then. So, making the table it is.

Some minutes later the young woman appeared in the kitchen dressed in black tights and a big long v kneck blue t-shirt. She looked lovely and cute without any makeup and her long hair down. She looked like his old Molly.

With a not so awkuard glance at each other, they sat to eat. The kitched, Jonathan thought, even thoygh was bigger than their last one was basicaly organized in the same way. Thus, it was easy for him to find everything. The young pathologist had OCD since he knew her and that showed everywhere he looked in her apartment or workplace. It was pretty obvious. He missed that.

After they finished their meals and cleaning of plates, Molly made them both tea and they sat in the livingroom. To be truthful with herself, she was weary of what Jonathan wanted to discuss. What was so important? The gap was ten years but what was so detrimental? Was he married? If he'd been she would have understood. She had picked some tricks from Sherlock, after all. But all the same, he seemed different. More...mature. Not that he wasn't before but ten years can do that to you.

And after a deep breath Jonathan started telling his tale. And a tale it certainly wasn't. He told her about his five years in the military. The injury he had sustained in his left leg that stopped him from continuing. The part time jobs he took before becoming a night manager in Nefertiti hotel four years later. He told her all about Sofia and her death. His involvement with the British secret services and Angela Bair. What happened with Richard Roper and Jed. Everything. He had told her everything. And she had stood brave and took it all in stride. With no breaks from her during his speech.

Looking at the vintage clock on Molly's mantelpiece, Jonathan noted that two and a half hours had passed with him talking. He then glanced at Molly. Her eyes were fulled with unshed tears. For him. She was looking back into his blue eyes with compassion and love. Molly then came closer to him slowly from the other side of the couch and embraced him with all her strength.

"It's all over now, my love." she felt for him, apparently. He hugged her back of course and made himself comfy on the big bungunty sofa. Basicaly he was laying with Molly in his arms. He felt light. Like a heavy burden was lifted from his chest. He felt Molly kiss his cheek ans rubb her face on his flesh. He smiled thinking that she always behaved like a cat when alone with him. She loved cuddling and would always rub herself on him to get comfy. He was surprised to learn that she didn't own the male tabby named Fitzwilliam she always wanted.

He kissed her forehead. "Molly?"

"Mhh."

"Do you want to go to sleep?"

"No. Why?" she asked sleepily, her voice barely heard as she was hiding her face in the place where Jonathan's neck met his shoulders.

"You're barely awake. You are almost sleeping on me, darling."

"And does it bother you? I'm comfy."

"You should sleep on your bed. Your neck will hurt in the morning."

"But I-I don't want you to go. I've found you again. I don't want you to go so soon." she said having lifted her face from where it was previously situated. Molly was looking shyly in his eyes, begging him not to leave her alone.

"Who said I was leaving? Come, love. Let's go to sleep." the pathologist gave a big smile to her man and stood up. She tagged him up and made her way to her room with Jonathan in tow.

"I think I have some of Sherlock's clothes in here. They may fit you." she said opening a drawer of her white dresser when they reached her room. Jonathan didn't busied himself with looking around her room but put his arms around her waist from behind and spoke in her right ear.

"I prefer to sleep naked. And why do you have some of the consulting detective's clothes here?" he asked with a sensual low tone.

"He sleeps here sometimes. In the guestroom. Are you sure you want to sleep naked? I'm sure they'll fit." she replied.

"No. I'm fine." he said and his arms left their warm place on her waist. It was in the middle of spring but Jonathan was used to higher temperatures so he was simply dressed without any coat. He started undressing by unbuttoning his blue shirt.

Molly went to the other side of her bed where she kept her pajamas. Guess her luck when she saw her new satin pair. She and her new friend, Mary, from pediatrics had gone shopping for new clothes the past month and Molly fell in love with a pink set of satin nightwear with a satin pink robe. She loved it and bought the pair in pink, blue and burgundy red. This wasn't something she was used to wearing but she wasn't used to having Jonathan on her bed either so she simpy had to cope.

She turned her back to him and got out of her clothes. She still had her bra on. She would remove it later. It had been ten years after all. Surely this Jed had a model's body and all. After putting her pj's on she left her still clean clothes into their respectable places and turned to find a naked Jonathan with his boxers on her bed looking at her.

"Are you ready for bed, pinky?" he asked with a smile.

"No. We'll go brush our teeth first. I have a spare toothbrush. And then we'll go to sleep."

"Please tell me I can brush your hair too."

"Yes ok"

Brushing her hair was a special time for Jonathan. His mother had even longer hair than Molly and he remembered himself as a child brushing his mother's tresses before going to bed. It was a relaxing activity for him even if it sounded odd.

After brushing their teeth and hair, in Molly's case, they went to bed. Jonathan lay first on the left side that was always his. He opened his arms under the sheets and the young woman filled them with herself. They were face to face hugging each other.

"Goodnight, my darling love. I'm glad I found you again. I'll never let you go." he said and kissed her nose.

"I love you too, Jonathan." she said and kissed his forehead in return. "Goodnight, my love." she then closed her eyes and leaned her body more into Jonathan's.

"I love you too. And we shall talk more about that Sherlock of yours tomorrow." he said in return and closed his eyes too.

The two lovebirds were finally together once more.

End of chapter, or is it?

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A/N

And that's it for now. The next chapter will probably be updated in the next three days. Sorry to say that and keep you waiting but I have loads of babysitting to do.

Love,

Andriana