Molly and Sherlock become a couple.

Molly felt the sun's rays shining on her skin and the warmth made her smile. Slowly, her eyes began to open and she realised that Sherlock wasn't in bed next to her. She sat up and looked at the ground where she'd tossed his clothes last night in a hurry to disrobe him.

His clothes were no longer there.

A rush of panic went through Molly and she covered her mouth, trying to think. What if Sherlock just wanted to sleep with her and leave? Had she just been the subject of a hit and run of the sexual variety? Had he lied to her last night when he held her in his arms and told her that he knew she was special?

Molly closed her eyes and placed her hands on the sides of her head. There was no way. After the wonderful dinner and the mind blowing sex they had last night, she refused to believe that.

Sherlock had been so gentle with her as she let him into her body. Every touch, every caress, had set her senses out of control and the extent of her desire floored her. Could he really have left her after making her think she meant something to him?

"You're awake," said a voice.

She opened her eyes and saw Sherlock standing at her bedroom doorway. He moved to sit on the edge of the bed and placed a covered tray on her nightstand.

"Sorry for leaving you, but I woke up early and figured you'd like to have something to eat."

Molly chuckled and shook her head. "Oh, God. I'm so ridiculous. For a moment, I thought you left and were never coming back."

Sherlock furrowed his brow. "You thought I just wanted to sleep with you and take off before you realised I was gone?"

"Yeah. It's stupid, I know and it's not as if you belong to me or anything. I just feel like we connected in a way that was even beyond the physical." She covered his hand with hers and smiled when he squeezed his fingers gently.

"You're not alone, Molly. I feel something between us, too. A bond of sorts, and I don't think of this as a one time thing. It's so much more. I'm...probably going to be rubbish at this, but I was hoping that you might consent to be my girlfriend."

Hearing those words from his lips made Molly's heart soar and she touched her forehead to his own, nuzzling their noses. "I thought you'd never ask. I'd love to be your girlfriend, Sherlock."

Several minutes passed and they stayed there in a warm embrace, just happy to be be in each other's arms. Eventually, Molly pulled back to look at the tray Sherlock had brought.

"So, what did you bring me to eat?"

He pulled the cover off, revealing two glasses and a plate of food. "There's apple juice and water since I didn't know which you'd want. I'm not an very experienced cook, but I made an omelette. It's stuffed with plenty of ingredients, so you won't be hungry after eating it."

"Thank you, Sherlock. That was sweet of you, but I'm not hungry right now." Molly slid her hands around his neck and nuzzled her nose to his before kissing him gently.

Sherlock moaned into the kiss and that gave her confirmation to continue. She dug her fingers into his ebony curls - God, she loved his hair - and tugged him down until his body covered hers. Then she ground her hips against his, stimulating him and making blood flow straight to his groin.

"So I see. You're not hungry for food." He looked at her with a smirk as she helped divest him of his clothing. In mere seconds, he was naked and what a glorious sight that was for her eyes.

"Not for food, just you. But we can reheat the plate later." Molly whimpered when Sherlock palmed her breasts and kissed the curve of her bosom. The affection he showed her made her tremble and writhe beneath him.

"Yes, thank goodness for technology," he replied with a wink before sliding his other hand down to where she was wet and needing. Tenderly, Sherlock stroked her, pushing upwards until he found that little button of pleasure. He focused entirely on it, rubbing and flicking against it, taking note of how she responded to his ministrations.

It didn't take her long to climax and after she cried out, shouting his name and fell back on the pillow with sated breath, he gave her another kiss.

"That was amazing. Your fingers are like magic!" Molly laughed and pressed a hand to her heart, beaming up at him.

"Thank you. I do play the violin, so that might be why they're particularly dexterous."

"And you certainly played me like your instrument."

"With relish, I assure you."

"Mm, let's see if I can return the favour." Molly grinned wickedly at him and began leaving wet kisses on his chest, moving down until she reached her destination and the things she did with her tongue made his eyes roll in the back of his head.

Needless to say, they didn't leave the bed until early afternoon.