#hooplock

"Molly?" Sherlock asked, staring at her as he waited for the centrifuge to finish spinning the vials of blood he was testing. It had occurred to him that despite what he previously thought about her being rather average she wasn’t. He found that she was incredibly surprising, her tastes, her reactions…she understood him in a way he hadn’t expected. He warned her off her new boyfriends frequently and about three boyfriends ago it stopped being just because he wanted to be kind…there wasn’t even anything wrong with the last three. He just didn’t like the thought of her being genuinely happy with someone else. He liked the way she would stare at him when she thought he couldn’t see her. He liked the way she knew sometimes just how to handle him, even John didn’t know that.

"Yes?" she asked, looking up from her graduated cylinder with a small bounce to attention. God, she was always so charming, or perhaps he was just increasingly charmed with her. Sentiment was a fickle thing.

He didn’t actually know what he was going to say, he couldn’t just say now that he cared for her, no that would sound ridiculous. She would think he was bored or that he was joking and would stalk off in a huff. Instead he asked, “Why do you always wear your hair up?” His eyes on her, as he stood and moved to look at her, ignoring the sound of the centrifuge finishing it’s task.

She clearly hadn’t been expecting that question, “Um… I don’t know,” she said shrugging, her stupidly lovely shoulders moving beneath one of her more ridiculous jumpers, “I just do?” He stepped up to her, pulling the hair tie out of her hair and fixing the falling strands.

"You look rather beautiful with your hair down," he said simply. He had noted it before, but always silently, always alone in his thoughts. Her cheeks were turning a deep shade of red and he smiled slightly, coming to touch the flesh that changed color beneath his hand as her mouth opened and closed like a fish trying to figure out what to say.

"I-uh…" she looked up at him, trying to understand his motives, at least, he supposed that’s what she was trying to do, "Thank you?" she said as though she wasn’t sure that was the right response. That was when he kissed her, the woman he loved so plainly. He heard the graduated cylinder crash to the floor as their lips met, tongue flicking out to taste, so curiously. His hand stayed on her red cheek as she let out a surprised gasp and then turned, kissing him deeply.

Their experiments forgotten, their mouths became the only thing he could focus on, their bodies pressed together tightly. He wanted her to understand why he was doing this, to understand his mind with a kiss. She always knew so much more than she let on, she would come to understand this too. Their lips learned and explored and his lungs began to burn with the effort but he didn’t dare stop until they heard a cough in the door way. John Watson stood there with the same red on his cheeks that Molly had had just before, “You two need some time alone?” he asked awkwardly, “I can come back…”

You both like sherlolly.

You: The arrangement was purely physical. When Sherlock's mind became over whelmed and he needed release, he went to Molly. Molly would fuck him, suck him off, pump him until he came and then they would go back to their purely platonic relationship where Molly had boyfriends and Sherlock had cases. They didn't talk about it, not except during and they never, never kissed on the mouth. Sherlock walked into the lab with a purpose his hands already unbuttoning his shirt. He didn't say a word, merely waited for Molly to react to him.

Stranger: Molly was looking over some samples as she heard the door open. She looked up and saw Sherlock standing there and unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes met his and she smiled. "What would you like me to do?" She asked as she walked over to him. She was happy to do what he wanted when he asked her to. Molly had already begun to unbutton her shirt because she knew no matter what he prefer her shirt to be off. It seemed strange to her since he had insulted the size of her breasts but she still obliged.

You: She was a sight for sore eyes. He hadn't slept for some time, in fact, his mind hadn't blinked for a moment for nearly a week now. He gripped her, knocking several stacks off her desk and sitting her on it. "You know what I want," he murmured, leaning down to kiss her neck as he fit himself between her legs, he let his shirt hang open as his mouth worked at hers.

You: *her throat.

Stranger: Molly shivered as he kissed along her throat. "I like to make sure," she said as her hands went to her belt. Her hands made quick work of his belt and trousers. Over the time since their arrangement started she had gotten much quicker at that. She wanted to kiss him properly but knew it wasn't allowed. If she did this would stop and she would lose the only chance she ever got to be close to him. The whole reason she had agreed to do this. He used her and she used him. That was how it worked.

You: He rubbed eagerly against her, smirking as their clothes fell away. One hand steadied her hip and the other moved to grope her, exploring her as he pleased.

Stranger: She relaxed into his touch and smiled. Molly moved her hips up against his as she let out soft moans when he touched where she liked the most. Her legs spread happily for him and pulled him closer to her.

You: "I went too long this time," he managed against her throat, grinding against her as he pressed the condom into her hand, allowing her to put it on. He focused then on her breasts, pleased with his distraction.

Stranger: Molly didn't respond to his words. She had learned it was best to be quiet. Just letting out little sounds and his name was okay. The last thing that needed to happen was for her to let her her words slip and ruin this. She ripped open the package and slipped the condom over him. She arched into his hands as she waited for him to enter her.

You: He didn't waste time with words or foreplay, in fact he was quite certain he never would. He slammed into her, thankful for how good she felt around him. "Yes, oh yes," he moaned softly.

Stranger: She let out a soft moan and wrapped her arms and legs around him to bring him deeper. Her eyes closed and buried her nails into his shoulders. Her hips rocked up against his as he kept slamming into her.

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You: He felt her nails digging into his shoulders, that would mark him, he would have to avoid John's gaze for a few days minimum, "Molly," he whispered, he didn't often say her name, even if he did, it wasn't very intimate, usually to give orders.

Stranger: Molly whimpered and let out a soft moan as he said her name. She had never heard him say it like that but she liked it. Her mouth found his neck and began to suck. She knew there would be a mark left on his neck and she hoped he wouldn't mind.

You: He didn't push her away, perhaps if he had sated himself sooner he wouldn't have allowed them to be so reckless. He moaned into her neck, pressing against her as he fucked her deeper. He was getting close.

Stranger: She moved away from his neck as she saw the red mark forming. She was already tightening around him as her release was nearing. Molly knew with the way he was thrusting he was close as well and she kept moving with him. Since it wasn't an option to kiss him and buried her face in her shoulder as she let out something near a scream as she came.

You: He gasped and came with her, the first time they had a simultaneous orgasm in some time. He was panting, "You've screamed, we'll... fuck, we need to dress."

Stranger: "It's late. No one would have noticed," she said as she stood up from the desk with slightly wobbly legs. It took only took a few seconds for her to be walking normally as she began to dress quickly.

You: He ripped off the condom, tossing it in the bin along with some useless notes of hers. He pulled on pants and trousers but paused pulling on his shirt, feeling the curved nail marks on his back.

Stranger: "Sorry about the marks," she said quietly as she pulled on her knickers and buttons her trousers. She clasped her bra again and pulled her shirt over her head. Molly then straightened her hair and didn't bother to look up at Sherlock again.

You: He nodded, pulling on his shirt, "They will fade," he noted, buttoning his shirt back up and smiling slightly despite himself before leaning down and kissing her cheek, "Thank you, Molly Hooper."

Stranger: "You're welcome. I'm yours anytime. You know that," she said and ignored the kiss on the cheek. It didn't mean anything. "I'll see you next time?"

You: "The period of time that I am able to go without stimulation is steadily decreasing. I'm sure it will be sooner than you expect," he said, giving her a nod, and a flash of a smile before heading out the door, feeling better, feeling like he could think, like he could rest.

Stranger: Molly nodded at that as he left. The only issue with that was she had just begun seeing this man she liked. He was kind and considerate and she thought that maybe it could allow her to get over Sherlock. The question was how had he not noticed the way she had seemed happier lately? It wouldn't matter. If it turned in to anything real she would tell Sherlock.

You: Four days, he managed four days. That was pathetic, the marks had barely faded. He showed up to her flat this time, not having warned her, not expecting it to be a problem.

Stranger: Molly had invited Tom over and was surprised when she heard the door open. "I'll be right back," she said and stood up from the table. They had been having some coffee and just talking. "Oh, Sherlock, hi. Did you need something?" She asked with a smile.

You: He rolled his eyes, "You know what I need, Molly," he said simply attempting to push past her when he noticed her perfume. Oh, god. He hadn't considered the possibility of a boyfriend, it hadn't even occurred to him. He pulled back and he stared, floored, utterly floored.

Stranger: Molly looked down at the floor. "You said boyfriends were okay. I didn't expect you to need me again so soon," she explained to him before glancing up at him again.

You: He closed his eyes, swallowing, "It's...It's no matter, Molly, I can come back later," he noted, he knew it was presumptuous but then, he always was, wasn't he. He hoped she wouldn't degrade him further.

Stranger: "I'll see you later then," she said and bit her lip. Molly had no plans of sleeping with Tom yet so it would be fine later. "Seven will be a safe time," she let him know since it was already five. "I should get back to Tom," she said.

You: He stepped back, "Yes, yes of course," he shook his head, stepping outside and turning his back. He should have paid more attention. He should have known. He decided, of all things, to go and get food for both of them. He felt a sort of energy he disliked, that of waiting.

Stranger: Molly spent the next hour and a half talking to Tom. They shared a few kisses but she never let it go further. He left around six thirty and Molly waited for Sherlock to show up. She didn't want to disappoint Sherlock but she also didn't like cheating on Tom. Especially considering she had no chance with Sherlock.

You: He brought the food to her door at exactly 7, standing impatiently on her doorstep now.

Stranger: Molly saw the time and realized Sherlock must be there. She opened the door and saw him standing there with food. "I'll take that," she said and didn't want to tell him she had already eaten a little with Tom. "Thank you," she said and took a breath. Either way it smelled delicious.

You: "You've eaten," he noted, seeming only slightly distressed, "No matter, I wasn't very hungry anyway." He stood awkwardly now in her door way, his confidence knocked down a peg as he waited to be invited this time.

Stranger: "You can come inside," she said as she brought the food to the kitchen. "I only ate a little bit," she said as she got some forks for them. "Sherlock, we do need to talk about this," Molly knew he didn't like to but it couldn't be avoided. "If things get anymore serious with Tom and I... well," she took a breath, "I wouldn't feel comfortable continuing with this."

You: He shed his coat and left it on the rack in her foyer. He sighed, nodding, "Yes, I presumed as much." He tried not to seem disappointed, "That was always the agreement," he said, nodding and sitting in the kitchen chair.

Stranger: Molly smiled at the fact he seemed okay with it. It still hurt to know that all she ever was was someone he could fuck whenever he felt like it. "Thank you," she said softly as she sat down and out the food. Her favorite Thai food. She looked at him curiously before smiling again and taking a bite.

You: He didn't eat a bite, his appetite was suddenly gone, perhaps coming back had not been the brilliant plan he had hoped it would be.

Stranger: Molly looked up and noticed he wasn't eating. That was strange. "Aren't you hungry?" He usually only bought things like this when he planned to eat.

You: "No, I merely thought you might be," he excused, putting the fork down, "Besides, you seem tired, perhaps it's best that I just..." he trailed off.

Stranger: "Sherlock, let's just go to the bedroom. I'm sorry I made you wait," she stood up and took his wrist to bring him to the bedroom. All she felt like was a whore but it seemed she always did.

You: He allowed her to lead him, somehow he felt this would be his last time with her, somehow he wanted that to be wrong. He never really thought he'd care when this ended, merely the annoyance of having to find a new partner would bother him. He stopped in her bedroom, slowly moving to wrap his arms around her, inhaling her slowly, "Have you enough time for this?" he asked, his breath fanning down her neck.

Stranger: Molly was shocked as he took her into his arms. "Have enough time for what?" She asked to have some clarification. His breath on her neck sent shiver of pleasure through her. Every time he touched her it reminded her that it had never felt that good when anyone else touched her. That didn't stop anything. She thought she could be happy with someone else. Maybe not love but be happy. She did lean back in his arms and hoped it was okay.

You: "For me to take my time," he answered, feeling her give in to his touches, his hands sliding down her sides, reminding him to make this about the sex and not about her. Not about them, if he allowed this to be real he would only injure his own wellbeing. It would be stupid, weak. He would remain above it. He just wanted to take his time with her this once.

Stranger: "Go right ahead," she said quietly as enjoyed the touch it was gentle and she didn't understand why. It made her want more and it hurt more than ever doing this with him before did. "Do as you please," she gave him permission as she relaxed.

You: He took her closer, his hand sliding over her, down her body, exploring slowly before finding the hem of her shirt and pulling it off. He wanted to strip her, feel every bit of her and take her apart. If he was to give her up, he wanted to fully understand his loss.

Stranger: Molly her him with removing the clothes. Why was he going so slow? By this time he had usually stripped them both and had her pinned under him. She didn't voice the question and instead remain silent. That was what she assumed he wanted.

You: He took off her bra and moved her towards the bed, laying her down. He had never been a big fan of foreplay, but then he found right now he didn't ruly mind. He started to kiss down her body, taking his time, finding her sensitive areas.

Stranger: She laid back for him on the bed and tried to hide the way her breath hitched as he kissed down her. Molly wanted to run her fingers through his curls but didn't know what was allowed.

You: He felt her breath hitch, could feel her pulse rising, he let his mouth work on her breasts for some time before coming back to remember his intentions.

Stranger: He was being gentle and caring. Molly was going to take this and try to remember every move he made. Her hand can down and ran along his back gently.

You: He gave a soft moan at the touch, allowing himself that much. He undid her trousers and slowly pulled them off, leaving on her panties as he kissed over her stomach.

Stranger: The moan shocked her as her eyes flashed down to him. Was he doing this on purpose? Tears were in her eyes and she tried to think everything through. She didn't look at him at the risk of him seeing. Her hips raised to help him removed her trousers. As he kissed on her stomach she let out a content sigh.

You: He didn't notice her change, focused instead on the way her panties felt beneath his fingertips, his teeth grazing over them.

Stranger: A shaky breath left her at the feeling of his teeth. Her fingers came down and lightly touched his soft curls. She was going to take the chance.

You: He nuzzled into her hand almost unconsciously as he pulled down on her panties, feeling the soft flesh revealed beneath him.

Stranger: She smiled sweetly and looked down as he nuzzled into her hand. "Why?" She asked him quietly.

You: He shook his head, "Please don't ask that," he said softly, lowering down and lapping at her pink flesh. Oh, that was an interesting sensation.

Stranger: Molly gasped and let out a moan as her hands went into his hair. "Sherlock," she breathed out as her hips came up to his mouth.

You: He took that as positive reinforcement and pressed for more, his tongue working slowly around her clit until he figured out what she ought to like.

Stranger: Little moans and sighs left her as he touched her. She tugged gently on his hair as her heat rate increased and she pressed closer to his mouth.

You: He worked her as best he could, his tongue moving quicker as he came to better understand what he wanted, his hands gripped her hips, holding her close.

Stranger: She gripped his hair tighter and was shocked that he already had her on edge. With a few more moves of his tongue she arched up and cried out.

You: He hadn't expected her to be so sensitive but pulled back with a slight smile on his lips, already hard in his trousers. He wanted to tease her but somehow he couldn't find the words.

Stranger: "Thank you," she breathed out and looked down at him with a pleased smile. Molly was enjoying the bliss and knowing he was still there. It was nice to have him there for more than five seconds after she came.

You: He kissed slowly back up her body, "Good?" he asked softly, his hands softly settling on her hips as he looked up at her.

Stranger: "Wonderful," she said and wanted to lean up to kiss him. She resisted and stayed where she was under him.

You: He didn't push his luck, no, not yet. Instead he buried his face in her neck, kissing her skin softly and sucking slowly. He would mark her if she let him, he wanted her to be his for a moment at least.

Stranger: Molly moaned softly as he marked her. She really couldn't find it inside her to care if someone saw it. Her hands ran along his back again and one played gently with his curls.

You: He dragged her hand to his shirt, asking her to undress him as he busied herself with his skin.

Stranger: Molly began to undo the buttons of his shirt as he sucked on her neck. She took her time undoing them before pushing the shirt and jacket from his shoulders. Her hands ran along his bare chest and enjoyed being able to just take her time and touch.

You: He hummed pleasantly, he pulled a condom out of his pocket and tossed it to her, feeling how he pressed against the confines of his trousers already. He rolled them slowly, leaving her on top of him, giving her a control she never really had.

Stranger: Molly looked down at him sadly. "Why all of this now?" She asked him again quietly as she undid his belt and trousers.

You: "I thought I asked you not to ask that," he said softly, his hand curling through her hair as he let her undress him.

Stranger: "You did but I think I deserve an answer," she said as she pulled his trousers and pants down together.

You: "After," he murmured, gripping her hip and pleading with her slightly, he wanted to feel her, the cool air of the room rushing around his member now. "Molly, please."

Stranger: She was considering taking her time and touching him but instead she opened the package. She slipped the condom over him before moving down onto him with a moan.

You: He was itching for her now, absolutely desperate for it. He let her control him for several moments before his need took over and he rolled them so that he was above her, filling her, his mouth dangerously close to hers.

Stranger: She gave a relieved moan as he took control again. She wrapped her legs around his waist again as he moved in her. There lips were almost touching. All she had to do was lean forward slightly.

Stranger: ((Would you want to continue this?))

You: ((Yes absolutely! My email is __))

Stranger: ((Okay, I'll send you the log and then can you send me your response?))

You: ((Sounds great!))

Stranger: ((Okay, talk to you soon. Bye.))

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You: "Molly," John asked as he turned to the blushing girl, "Are you sure this was a good idea?"

Stranger: "Positive," she said, biting down on her bottom lip.

You: "I think this might be dangerous," he said, shaking his head and looking over to the detective with a slightly worried glance.

Stranger: "It's fine, John. Relax. Nothing bad is going to happen." she walked towards Sherlock, taking hold of his forearm.

You: John rolled his eyes as he looked at the two of them in the kitchen, "You're cleaning up after him," he said, with an exasperated sigh as the detective turned to Molly with a ridiculous grin.

Stranger: "Yeah, yeah," she waved him off. "Now what are we supposed to be doing? Clear instructions, this time."

You: "I was perfectly clear last time," he pouted, pulling on his goggles as he measured some flour.

Stranger: "Oh no you weren't. You /think/ you were clear, but you really weren't." she measured out the sugar though, hoping to be of some help.

You: "I was perfectly clear if you were paying attention, Miss Hooper," he corrected, pouring the flour into the bowl.

Stranger: "Don't give me a 'Miss Hooper'," she remarked, imitating him. She poured the sugar into the bowl.

You: "Eggs," he said, glaring at her slightly for her poor imitation.

Stranger: "I know," she mocked back, getting the eggs followed by the vanilla and baking soda.

You: "That was my job," he said, stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms around her to get to the vanilla.

Stranger: Molly laughed gently and looked up at him. "Maybe you should've outlined that then."

You: "Your job," he pointed to the eggs, looking at her with amusement in his eyes, "My job."

John made a sound from the doorway, "You guys are revolting, I'm doing the shopping, need anything?"

Stranger: Molly jabbed him in the ribs, glancing back over her shoulder at John. "Wine would be lovely, if you don't mind. Take my card, it's in my wallet."

You: He waved at her, "Don't worry about it, consider it a gift for giving me some alone time," he teased, leaving the flat entirely. Sherlock glared at her rubbing the spot on his ribs.

Stranger: Molly thanked John profusely before he left, glancing up at Sherlock again. "Oh, don't be such a child." Just to humour him though, she leant in slightly and kissed the spot she'd prodded. "There. Better?"

You: "Marginally," he said, raising a challenging brow to see how much more he could possibly get out of her.

Stranger: Molly gave him a look, before sighing and kissing the spot again, and then she gave him a look and sunk to her knees in front of him.

You: He smirked slightly, his hands coming forward to rest on the edge of the counter as he let her do as she pleased, his eyes focusing on her entirely.

Stranger: She gave him a devilish look as she pulled open his belt, undoing the button and zip of his trousers and then working them down off his hips, followed by his boxers. She nuzzled against him, still smiling up at him. "There?" she asked softly, kissing at the tender skin of his inner thigh.

You: "Close," he smirked, waiting for her lips to go where he was aching for them to go.

Stranger: "Here?" she asked innocently, kissing his balls. "How about here?" his shaft. "Definitely here, hmm?" his tip.

You: "Oh, yes, now you've got it," he moaned softly, "Clear enough instructions?" he asked, threading his fingers through her hair.

Stranger: "Not really," she teased lightly, spreading her tongue over his tip and lapping at the precum, before licking along his cock and then taking him in her mouth.

You: He chuckled, his fingers tightening in her hair as she gave him what he wanted.

Stranger: She took as much of him in her mouth as she could before she began to bob her head, humming in her throat and laving her tongue.

You: He shuddered and moaned, his hand tight in her hair but not controlling her, just following her movements as he felt his orgasm building in his stomach.

Stranger: She made a small sucking notion, moving off of him to kiss and nip at his balls. "You're not getting off that easily," she said huskily, standing up and shimmying off her trousers and knickers. She leaned forwards against the counter, wriggling her arse towards him.

You: Sherlock chuckled, eagerly pressing forward against her, locking their lips in a heated kiss, "This is better than the last time we made cake," he whispered against her mouth.

Stranger: She arched her neck, kissing him hungrily. "Mm, quite possibly. Now fuck me before John gets back."

You: "Yes, Miss Hooper," he laughed, slamming into her without hesitation.

Stranger: She arched, whimpering lowly as she gripped the edge of the counter.

You: He thrusted into her roughly without remorse. Sherlock just needed to be connected with her as he kissed her deeply and roughly. "Molly," he moaned, his hand sliding down to play with her clit.

Stranger: Molly let out a loud whimper, her hips arching for a better angle as she gripped her own breast, palming it as they kissed heatedly. "Sherlock," she whined back.

You: He was close and he knew it, "Come for me," he ordered, "Molly, please, come for me," he gasped, focusing very hard on holding on for her.

Stranger: She pushed away his hand and stroked her clit deftly, coming so hard her knees quaked. She realised dimly that she must have a thing for rough sex.

You: He came just as hard, spilling into her before dropping his head against her shoulder, "Oh," he whispered in her ear, "That...that was good."

Stranger: Molly grunted an affirmative, palms still splayed against the counter top. That's when she heard the clamour up the stairs and glanced up, alarmed, spotting John. "Oh," she exclaimed, flushing.

You: He pulled out of her and quickly covered them both as John quickly turned away, "Christ, you could have stuck a tie on the door or something," he managed, nearly dropping the shopping altogether.

Stranger: "I'm sorry, John," she mumbled, grabbing at her clothes and tugging them back on.

You: "Just, God, disinfect the kitchen or something," he managed, listening to the rustling sound of them pulling on clothes.

Stranger: Molly glanced at Sherlock, smacking his chest and motioning towards John. "Say you're sorry," she murmured lowly.

You: "Why? It was your idea," he said, looking at her in confusion as John groaned in discomfort. "We're dressed, John," he said, turning to look at the man who was grumbling about how he only left them alone for a bit and how they were worse than animals.

Stranger: "/Sherlock/," she said again, smacking his chest harder this time. "Really John, we're sorry." she grabbed the spray bottle from the cupboard and wiped down the counters.

You: Sherlock shrugged and smiled as he watched her cleaning up as John shoved the groceries into Sherlock's hands and quickly left the kitchen.

Stranger: "You've upset him now. Lovely," Molly rolled her eyes over her shoulder at him. "I'm not finishing this stupid cake with you by the way, I have things I have to do."

You: He frowned, "I thought it was something you wanted to do," he said, seemingly hurt with her tone, "John will get over it, why are you cross with me?"

Stranger: "Because you could've at least said you were sorry. If we're planning on being together for a while, I'd rather my boyfriend's best friend not hate me." she crossed her arms, looking up at him.

You: "He doesn't hate you, he's merely disturbed by thinking of me as a man who has sex," he rolled his eyes, "Besides, it really was your idea," he said, shaking his head.

Stranger: "Oh, shut it. It's not like you were begging me not too." she smacked his arse as she walked by him. "Now I do have to go, sorry. You can come over to mine if you want, but I have to feed Toby."

You: He frowned, "We were going to bake a cake," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't like this, he didn't want her to go.

Stranger: "I know Sherlock but I forgot about Toby." she huffed slightly at his expression. "Fine, bring the stuff to my flat and we'll finish it there."

You: "That's ridiculous," he said, "Just finish the cake with me now, you can feed your cat just the same in twenty minutes."

Stranger: Molly gave him a look. "Sherlock. He gets moody and won't let me pet him if I forget to feed him. Much like you, I would suppose," she grinned at him.

You: He pouted, "I thought this was what a date felt like," he said, leaning against the freshly washed counter, "I thought I didn't mess up this one."

Stranger: She wasn't going to tell him that this was certainly /not/ her idea of a date. "Sherlock..." she sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Fine, you great git. Just don't pout like that." she leaned up and kissed his pouty lip, before adding the other ingredients.

Stranger: [Hate to do this but I'm falling asleep. Would you like to continue over email or call it quits? This was lovely either way. :) ]

You: He smiled slightly as she gave in, "Kissing her neck from behind while she added the ingredients that were decidedly his job to the mix. [email is fine! I'm __]

Stranger: [Alrighty. I'll email you the log and my reply before I go to bed. :) Night! ]

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You: Sherlock, I don't suppose you know where all my bras have run off to? MH (Molly)

Stranger: I have kidnapped every single one of them. Don't worry, they're having a brast. -SH

You: Don't make jokes, Sherlock. MH

You: I need them back. I have work today. MH

Stranger: Go without one. -SH

Stranger: I hate to brake it to you. -SH

You: Sherlock! MH

You: Hate to break it to me? MH

Stranger: Nope, it's more funny with 'brake'. -SH

Stranger: Don't ruin it. -SH

You: I'm intending to ruin it. Sherlock, I haven't gone without a bra in public for 20 years. MH

Stranger: Then it's up for a change. -SH

You: I don't /want/ it to change. MH

You: Sherlock, how did you even get in here to take them! I don

You: *don't recall giving you a key. MH

Stranger: I picked the locks. -SH

You: Wonderful. That's great, really. MH

Stranger: Isn't it? -SH

You: Why do you need my bras exactly? MH

Stranger: I'm going to make history repeat itself. -SH

You: History? MH

You: Sherlock, what are you on about? MH

Stranger: I'm going to burn them. -SH

You: What. MH

You: No, Sherlock, don't you dare! MH

Stranger: Then you will have to buy bra-nd new ones! -SH

You: Oh my God, I'm going to kill you. MH

You: I'm coming over. Don't you dare burn them. MH

Stranger: You don't know where I am. -SH

Stranger: I could be anywhere. -SH

You: For fuck's sake Sherlock. MH

Stranger: London is a big city after all. -SH

You: I don't care where you are, bring my bras back. MH

Stranger: In swedish the word for big fire is Brasa. Isn't that convenient? -SH

You: SHERLOCK! MH

Stranger: Why do you have so many? Isn't it enough with like one in white and one in black? -SH

You: Some of those are for dates, Sherlock. MH

Stranger: You expect to show them? 'Oh, look I've got a purple bra with matching knickers'. -SH

You: Essentially, yes. Now get your arse back here with my bras, please. I will call Lestrade on you. MH

Stranger: Too late. -SH

Stranger: You still don't know where I am. -SH

Stranger: I've already lit the brasa. -SH

You: Sherlock! Fine, sod this. I'm going to work. You'll buy me new bras later. And if you think I'm letting you anywhere near the morgue you're sorely mistaken. MH

Stranger: I'll buy you nice ones that wil make your two things, mainly associated with women, look bigger. -SH

You: My breasts, Sherlock. They're not my two things. MH

Stranger: I was trying to not be sexist. -SH

Stranger: Since I've burned your bras I believe I'm a qualified feminist. -SH

You: And yet you want to buy my bras to make my breasts look bigger? I'm fine with the size they are. My boyfriends have never complained. Now can you just shut up about my body. MH

Stranger: They don't want to hurt you, that's why they all left. -SH

Stranger: If you had bigger bombs, I'm sure all of them would have stayed. -SH

Stranger: Because they would have liked your personality so much more. It's interesting how often breasts and personalities link. -SH

You: Wow. Alright. Thank you Sherlock. That's wonderful. Just stop texting me please? MH

Stranger: Alright. -SH

You: You're a right arse. I can't believe you. MH

Stranger: I might be high, by the way. -SH

You: You're what? MH

Stranger: I'm sure I don't have to teach you how to read since yuor breasts are fully developed. -SH

You: Sherlock, shut up about my body. What did you take? MH

Stranger: Heroin. -SH

Stranger: ((brb))

You: For fuck's sake. Go home, Sherlock. I'll meet you there. MH

Stranger: I am already. The fire was right in front of the flat. .-SH

You: Molly got into a cab and hurried over to him, her oversized sweater hiding her lack of bra. "Sherlock!" she called, stepping past the fire of her burning bras and banging on teh door. "Sherlock Holmes!"

Stranger: "The door is open, Ms. Hooper. If you don't want to stand there and knock all day, of course. It's up to you." Sherlock said as he rose to his feet and headed over to open up for the pathologist.

You: The first thing she did was slap him, then she stepped inside and shut the door, looking at his eyes blown wide, "Oh you idiot," she hissed.

Stranger: "Oh..." He said when he felt the burning slap. He almost lost his balance when she did that to him, but leaned against the wall to gain it again. "Well... I had my reasons. And you have no bras."

You: "That's hardly a reason," she said, she was furious, "Where is John?" she asked, looking around up the stairs of the flat, "Why didn't he stop you?"

Stranger: "John isn't here, as you can tell. I would never have had the chance to do this if he was, you see." He told her rather quickly and follwoed her around. "You look angry, is that because you don't have a bra?" Sherlock smirked.

You: "Unless you want to be slapped again I suggest you shut that stupid mouth of yours," she spat, turning back to him, "I'm angry because you were stupid enough to allow yourself to relapse. Again."

Stranger: "Again, what are you talking about?" He asked, glancing everywhere, "I'm kind of thirsty, can you make tea? I mean, since John isn't home, he won't be able to make tea. And I want tea, and I have burned your bras..." Sherlock said and walked upstairs again.

Stranger: ((brb!!))

You: She groaned, following him up the stairs and going into the kitchen to make tea, "Tell me, Sherlock, what about burning my bras seemed like such a good idea once you got high?"

Stranger: "Well, like I said." he murmured as a reply, looking over at her, and then at the kettle. "I made history repeat itself, right in front of the flat."

You: She stared at him, "Who's bras have you burned in front of the flat before?"

Stranger: "Well, no one's." He told her, simply shrugging. "You see it was an idea that I had once my mind was... Silent. You know, the simple sound of nothing. And then I came to think of your bras."

You: "Mine specifically?" she asked with a frown.

Stranger: "Yes, yours." He nodded eagerly and smiled widely as well.

Stranger: ((ugggh, brb again))

You: "Why?" she asked, clearly unamused as she crossed her arms over her chest, hating that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Stranger: "Hmm? Why I burned your bras? I simply thought I was doing the world something good, and your breasts. Releasing them from the boobytrap." He nodded again, looking at her.

You: She rolled her eyes, "Not good, Sherlock, definitely not good." She turned back to the screaming kettle and poured them both tea. Handing over Sherlock's almost aggressively. She was still furious. That selfish bastard.

Stranger: He took the mug, but dropped it almost instantly, watching the pieces dance before they lay still on the floor which was now filled with hot liquid. "I have a case." He mentioned.

You: "Sherlock!" she nearly screamed, grabbing paper towels and falling to her knees to clean it up. "You're not going anywhere, you idiot!" she said.

Stranger: "That was John's favourite mug." He informed her when he saw the shattering pieces of what used to be the doctor's mug. "And I am in a hurry."

You: "Then you should have thought about it before you shot up!" she said, hissing as she cut her hand on the ceramic pieces. "Shit," she muttered, whimpering as her hand started to bleed.

Stranger: "You're bleeding." He informed her, not really helping her in the situation. "Well, I have to go anyway"

You: "Sit your /arse/ down, Sherlock Holmes!" she screamed, "Don't you even think about moving. You're staying here until you're sober and /where/ is John!"

Stranger: "John is not here, can't you tell?" He said and did as he was told and sat down in an armchair, crossing his legs.

You: "Yes I can tell, where is he!" she threw out the pieces of glass and washed the blood off her hand as she waited impatiently for an answer. John could help this, couldn't he?

Stranger: The detective shook his head, acting just like child to the pathologist, which he later would regret. "I don't know, If I knew I would probably be with him or he with me, I don't know, Molly. Can't you tell? I asked you that before."

You: "How long has he been gone?" she asked, looking at him as understanding started to dawn on her.

Stranger: "Hours... Days? Maybe minutes. No, not minutes..." He sighed, trying to count. "He left earlier this morning, I believe." He then told her when he realised that so was the situation.

You: "I'll call him, okay? He'll come back, he'll fix this. He'll fix you. I don't know what you want me to do, Sherlock."

You: ((Sorry, love! I have to run! Can we continue this via email? Mine is ))

Stranger: ((I'll mail you!))

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You: Well, shit. Molly looked over at the naked form of the detective next to her. That had been... a thousand words ran through her mind, praises and lauds. Shut up, Hooper, the word you're looking for a is a mistake. This was a mistake. Not fantastic, not amazing, not mind blowing. "Sherlock," she managed, her voice hoarse and worn from moaning.

Stranger: Sherlock had been resting his eyelids for several brief moments as he tried to return his breathing to a normal rate. He opened his eyes and stirred, staring into the ceiling, thinking about what the two had just done. "Molly," Sherlock replied lowly, barely audible, not looking at the also naked form of his pathologist.

You: She shifted, tugging the sheet over her body so she wasn't quite so exposed, "What just happened?" she squeaked, looking at him and worrying at her lip with her teeth.

Stranger: Sherlock took a profound breath as he took a slight moment to respond, not even bothering to cover himself. "We just had intercourse." Sherlock said plainly, resting his eyes once again, resting his hands on his torso. "Is there another way to say it?" He added.

You: "Well there are many ways to say it but...I just... I have to... Sherlock, did we uh....did we just make love or did we just fuck?" she asked, staring at his face to keep herself from looking else where, to note his reaction to her words.

Stranger: Sherlock raised his eyebrows at her question still with his eyes closed. "In those two very different forms of intercourse, they have their descriptions. The first one; it involves to people completely drowned in each other's company, enticing to discover their own desire and euphoria, loving them until they grow restless. The second one as you bluntly put it is backed by impulse. The heat of the moment for the pleasure, instantly regretting the actions of the two. What do you suggest we did?" Sherlock explained carefully and somewhat softly.

You: She swallowed, "Right, of course," she sighed, why would he ever want to make love to her? "I suppose I'll just head back to my flat then," she said pulling up her sheet as she sat up, looking for her clothes.

Stranger: Sherlock opened an eye to see what Molly was doing, and he sat himself up. "Why are you leaving so soon?" He asked, not sure why she was going back to her flat. She searched for her clothes, not responding him. "Molly?" He called, looking at her.

You: "I'm leaving because I just got fucked by Sherlock Holmes and it meant nothing and I'd like to pretend I have some dignity left, alright?" she said, her voice weaker than she had intended, her bra and panties pulled on as she focused on finding her jeans.

Stranger: Sherlock looked at her intensively, wincing at he heard her words. He got up, wrapping his lower half with a thin blanket, and walked over to her, making her stop searching for the rest of her clothes. "I'm sorry you feel that way, Molly." He said, trying to figure out what else to say. He looked at her, hesitating for a moment, before grabbing her arms to pull her into a forceful kiss. He explored her mouth before abruptly stopping it. He sighed and walked over back to the bed. "You'll still have your dignity." He said simply. He wasn't going to try to convince her now.

You: She felt a bit like crying, moving back to him and slapping him hard across the face, "You don't get to do that okay? You always... you always just /do/ what you want, don't you?" she hissed, moving back to find her jeans and pulling them on, "You just always get what you want, little Molly Hooper so /easy/ to manipulate well I've had enough, you've had your fun, now stop it."

Stranger: Sherlock didn't flinch when her soft hand swiped his cheek. His head moved with the force, and he didn't dare to return it to it's original space. "It was never my intention to harm you, Molly." He whispered before the rush of anger went across him. "If I wanted to manipulate you like /this/ I would of done it ages ago, but I didn't, didn't I? This wasn't manipulation; actual manipulation involves one person taking advantage of the other; but /no/, we both let ourselves loose and you /enjoyed/ it just the same as I did, Molly Hooper." He hissed in return, completely offended that Molly thought this way of him. "If you think yourself the victim it's selfish of you; not one is the victim more than the other; we both are victims of our /own/ actions."

You: "Then we made a big fucking mistake, didn't we?" she said, trying not to sob. She was frantically searching the room for her shirt and being completely unable to find it and berating herself for allowing herself to go home with him, "You decided you wanted to fuck a girl and so you came to my office and kissed me and I fell for it like an idiot and.... where the fuck is my shirt!" she was just so upset and she didn't know what to do anymore.

Stranger: He looked down from the edge of his feet and saw what she was looking for. He bent down and picked it up, showing it to her before putting his hands behind his back. "I've suppressed the urge for sexual desire ever since I'm come to understand the knowledge of it all, until now. I could of continued my own abstinence, but I /chose/ to give it up. You're right; I could of done anything I wanted all these years with anything, but I didn't. I know what I did, and if you regret it, then it makes me regret my choice of breaking something I vowed not to." Sherlock said simply; tossing the shirt to her, allowing her to sink his words into her mind; hoping she would understand; but with all the rage she was feeling, it was highly improbable.

You: She pulled on her shirt, feeling exposed still, hating how he was looking at her, "Sorry, I can't be okay with just fucking you, Sherlock," she said, looking at him for a long moment, before turning and storming from his room.

Stranger: Sherlock kicked the base of the bed with his foot, pushing out his anger while he was at it. He snatched his dressing gown and slipped it on and walked out of his bedroom to go after her. "Molly!" He shouted. Did she not understand what he just said? He basically told her he waited for whenever the right woman came across his life, and he waited so many years. And when he found the woman, she thinks it was meaningless? Of course he'll be aggravated of the misunderstanding. "MOLLY!" He shouted again.

You: "What do you want, Sherlock!" she screamed, spinning around to face him, "Not sated yet?" she hissed, pulling on her trainers. She hadn't even listened to him, she didn't want to listen to him, she would fall for it, all his bullshit and she would get trapped pining after him again for all that time.

Stranger: Sherlock, surprised by her outburst, stopped his pace. "Did you not understand what I just said?" He replied, in a somewhat louder voice.

You: "I don't want to hear what you have to say, I just want to go home," she hissed, finally fully dressed, glaring at him and waiting for him to be done so she could go.

Stranger: "Fine." He said emotionless. "Go!" He shouted. "I thought I made the right decision of giving you something that I didn't want to let go but I guess I just been proved wrong. Go home, Molly. Go do whatever you want. Go think whatever you want, but don't put words that I didn't say against me."

Stranger: Sherlock stormed back to his bedroom and slammed the door with all the force he could have.

You: She couldn't explain why, but she was chasing after him, "That's not fair, you don't get to be mad at me, Holmes!" she hissed, looking for something to throw at him and finding a book, hitting the head board as she chucked it at him, "You don't get to yell at me when you're the one who just described the regret two people feel after fucking."

You: ((I'm sorry I gotta run! My email is __, I hope you want to continue!))