Well, the rating certainly changed. I hope you all enjoy this. One last shout out and I will stop with the freaking shout outs... Special thanks to MorbidbyDefault for a bit of hand holding when I had a moment of doubt. And again, thank you all for reading my little story, thank you for following and for all the reviews. I love this community and all you beautiful people.

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14-A Pretty Dress and Missing Pants

Sherlock Holmes didn't experience fear. Okay, not entirely true. He had been afraid when he thought he was being chased by an enormous hound on the low lying hills of Dartmoor. And, although he had never admitted it to a living soul, he was terrified the night he jumped off the roof of St. Bartholomews hospital. However neither of those moments compared to the overwhelming trepidation he was experiencing waiting for Molly Hooper to enter his flat.

He had everything ready, he had been working all day. He had talked to John at great length about what he wanted to do and say, only to have his words slightly tweaked here and there. John did add 'don't insult her what ever you do, don't insult her Sherlock.' Irene actually approved of his plans and didn't make one adjustment. Just told him not to fuck up. Molly should be here any moment.

Molly Hooper had never felt so over dress in her inter life. Going to 221B Baker Street in a strappy (sexy) little red and white dress, seemed like the most ridiculous idea in the world, but Irene insisted. The dominatrix had spent an hour applying make-up and curling Molly's hair. She asked Irene why on earth she needed to go this much trouble to talk to Sherlock, the answer was a little troubling. 'I don't like leaving a job unfinished. Besides, wouldn't you like to see the look on his face when he sees you in this dress?'

Unfortunately for Molly this brought her back to a very unpleasant evening filled with fairy lights and red wrapping paper and a unkind deduction by the love of her life. She couldn't help but prepare herself for another barrage of insults from the detective. Needless to say she was ready to call Irene and have her explain to Sherlock that this was 100% her idea and Molly was an innocent victim in the overdressed debacle.

Her pulse pounded in her ears as she ascended the stairs. Frankly this was going to be hard enough, she really wished she hadn't been talked into the dress. At least she was wearing a coat, maybe she could manage to keep it on during their conversation. The front door was unlocked, just as Irene said it would be. The door at the top of the stairs was closed, when she raised her hand to knock it opened.

"Molly." Sherlock said breathlessly.

"Hello Sherlock." She said too nervous herself to notice his reaction.

"Um, come in please."

As she walked into the flat, Sherlock now behind her closing the door. She looked around. The flat was well, first of all it was clean, completely clean. The day she had looked at his pants it had been covered in papers, books, files and other assorted detritus. Tonight however it was covered in dozens of candles and flowers. She blinked trying to assimilate what she was seeing. This...was...um...

"Sherlock?" She started with her back still to the man. Irene was right... he is really sorry, she thought.

"Let me take your coat Molly." He said from right behind her.

"O-okay." Oh, no.

He took her coat and she heard a gasp then turned around. He was standing holding her coat in a white knuckled grip, staring at her body. His eyes raked up her body until they met hers once again. "My God Molly, you look amazing."

Molly eyes grew wide as she realized that the look on Sherlock's face was completely unrecognizable. He looked...well that can't be right Sherlock doesn't do that... what was that look then?

"Th-thank you Sherlock." She wasn't happy to be stuttering again, but Sherlock's odd behavior had upped her anxiety about as high as it could go. "Um, the dress was Irene's idea. She insisted."

He continued to stare, "I'm indebted to her." He said just above a whisper. He cleared his throat. "Would you like to sit?" He motioned to the sofa.

"Okay." Molly said cautiously as she sat down. Sherlock hung up her coat and remained standing.

"Can I offer you a glass of wine?"

Wine? She thought. She was starting to feel like she had slipped through to some kind of alternate reality where Sherlock Holmes was the perfect host. "Um, sure."

"Red or white?" He asked nervously wringing his hands.

"White."

Sherlock returned shortly with two glassed of white wine and sat next to her on the sofa. He took a large drink and then deep breath before setting the glass down on the coffee table.

"Molly, I know that Irene explained some things to you but of course I owe you an apology. I never meant to hurt you by inserting her into your life. I didn't want to change you, not really. I quite like you the way you are..." He paused and took a breath. "I think I just wanted to see more of you and make you to feel better about yourself." As he said the 'more of you' part he almost had a questioning look on his face, as if he wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say. But he continued. "And as she may have mentioned that I have a bit of a problem with your jumpers." He said keeping his eyes fixed on some point at the wall behind her.

"Yes, she said as much. Evidently they are pretty horrible." She moved her head so it was in his eye shot, he just looked down to his lap. "Sherlock, I accept your apology. I just wish you had talked to me instead of asking a stranger to take me shopping. She said nothing ever happened between the two of you..."

"Oh, no, nothing at all. Long story there but John was present for it and shortly after there was a gun fight with a small group of Americans. But no sex, we've never been involved. I can explain everything if you like."

"No, we're not... I mean you don't owe me an explanation. I just felt like you were making fun of me Sherlock."

Sherlock closed his eyes and drew another breath. "I know, it makes sense. I've been such an ass, while you were always so good and kind. Please believe me Molly. I didn't mean for this to happen. I'm so sorry." He looked at another point on the wall.

"I believe you, it's okay. We'll be fine. Sherlock, why won't you look at me?" She asked trying once again to make eye contact.

He huffed and looked at his lap again, taking his time to answer. "I can't concentrate on what I'm saying when you look like this Molly. I carefully planed out what I was going to say to you but I seemed to have forgotten most of it the moment I removed your coat."

Molly gaped, everything was starting to come together but that didn't make it any more believable. Sherlock Holmes is attracted to me? Me? This make-over business was because he... Oh... Molly shifted on the sofa and once again met Sherlock's eyes. That's what that look is. She thought.

Sherlock smiled shyly. He almost looked like a little boy. She could tell he was frightened, but of what... rejection? Of course, after the events of Sunday she could understand some fear, but no. As much as she wanted to believe she had moved on... he was still Sherlock and he still had her heart. And right now he needed her help.

"You said you wanted to tell me things, would it be easier if you closed your eyes? Lessen the sensory input?" She asked then put her glass on the table as well, giving Sherlock her full attention.

And there it was, just as Mind Palace Molly had predicted... his Molly making everything easier for him. "Yes, that might help. Thank you Molly." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Suddenly all his carefully selected words came rushing back to him and he knew exactly what he needed to say.

"Molly, I've been a fool. A fool for not realizing what you meant to me years ago. You are my solace, my comfort. You were the voice of reason long before John Watson came into my life. When I came to you and asked for your help to save my life and keep safe those closest to me, you're unflinching loyalty and bravery would have broken my heart if I had only known at the time that I possessed one. But now I see that I do. I very much know now that I have a heart Molly Hooper and I was wondering if you'd be so kind to keep watch over it for me. I don't have much experience you see."

Molly now understood why Irene insisted on using waterproof mascara, because from the second Sherlock started speaking she had been a river of tears. An especially loud sniffle made Sherlock open his eyes.

"Molly, I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

She was sure her face must be frightening at the very least. "I'm fine Sherlock. No, not fine... I'm overwhelmed. What you just said, it-it was just so... beautiful."

"Oh, yes. John warned me about this, 'happy tears?'"

She laughed as he handed her his handkerchief. "Yes of course you great git. I'm very happy." She said as she carefully cleaned herself up.

He was staring again. "Sherlock you're looking at me now."

"Yes, apparently I am."

"Is there anything else you wanted to say?" She asked looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"No, more of a question." She nodded her head. "May I kiss you Molly Hooper?"

"I quite literally thought you'd never ask." She said.

Sherlock slowly reached up and touched Molly's still tear dampened cheeks relishing the nearness of their faces. "You are so beautiful Molly. I know I said I don't appreciate beauty, but I will never let you doubt yours ever again." He placed his lips gently over hers, the feeling was almost too much. He pushed past his fears of disappointing her as she slid one hand up his chest slowly to hold the back of his neck. As soon as her fingers made contact with his flesh Sherlock gasped. He broke the kiss and opened his eyes.

"Too much." She asked. Oh, no-no-no, please don't let it be too much.

"Oh God no... Not enough. Not nearly enough." Is all he managed as he sat back on the sofa and pulled Molly against his chest and into another kiss. This time he slid his tongue across her lips asking for entrance which she didn't hesitate in granting. As the kiss heated up into a frenzied dance, Molly without breaking contact, straddled Sherlock's legs. A growl came from somewhere deep inside him, he didn't even know existed as he realized what the new position meant for their bodies and where they could touch each other. His hands were gripping Molly's lower back as she held his head in one hand and almost painfully drug her nail down his chest with the other.

I just jumped onto Sherlock's lap... yep that just happened, she thought.

The kiss broke for the inconvenient need to breath and they looked into each others eyes once again. Sherlock had been certain that at this moment he'd feel unsure, overwhelmed or even frightened. But looking at Molly, eyes blown out with lust, lips pink and puffy, cheeks flushed with desire... he could only feel was the rightness of it all. Even though it had been over ten years since his last sexual experience and that was hazed over by drugs and deletion, Sherlock knew Molly would take his hand and lead him exactly where he needed to go.

"Are we going to..." Molly started.

"I'd very much like to..." Sherlock finished.

"Me too." She said before leaning down and pressing her lips into his once again. This time Sherlock decided to get to work removing that gorgeous dress before he lost his mind and ripped the thing off of her. He felt around and found the zip carefully pulling it down. Once all the way down she sat back and started to pull it over her head.

"Please be careful... I quite like that dress." He said as she laid it down on the sofa next to them. But he had already started to lose focus as her efforts had relieved her body to him. She was wearing a strapless white bra and matching kickers and of course, since she had been under the tutelage of The Woman herself... Molly Hooper was wearing stockings and garters. Sherlock had to steel himself not to throw her to the floor and take her like some kind of cave man. This was the woman he loved... not someone to be objectified. However, objectivity be damned as he was looking at her in her sexy underthings straddling his lap his brain was having a very hard time making sense of it all. "Molly, you are unlike anything I ever imagined."

Molly smiled and blushed all over again under his scrutiny. I can't believe this is happening... she thought. But if he's going to keep looking at me like that... I can't be expected to behave like a lady.

Sherlock placed his hands on her thighs and drug them upwards brushing past her knickers up her stomach over her ribs until he reached the under sides of her breast. His hands were gripping her torso just under her bra as he looked at her with a slight questioning eye. Molly reached behind and popped the clasp but held it on until Sherlock could reach up and move it out of the way. Both hand slid up taking her breasts simultaneously as Molly's head rolled back and her hips involuntarily bucked forward. Sherlock grinned and leaned in to take her right breast in his mouth, greedily nipping and sucking the dusky pink nipple to a peak. Molly's hands dug into Sherlock's hair pulling at the follicles as she encouraged his movements. He move to the left breast and repeated his actions and Molly ground her hips down on his prominent erection.

He frankly would have been content to do this all day (and may have to, at some point, make a study of how much stimulation Molly's breasts could endure,) were it not for the fact that there so many other thing they'd yet to accomplish. As soon as he released her breast and leaned back Molly started unbuttoning his dress shirt. Sherlock moved his hands to cup her bottom, well cup... more like caress, kneed, squeeze.

"Why in God's name do you wear such big clothes? Why would you hide a body like this?" He said breathlessly as she worked her way down his chest. "It's perfect. Molly, you're perfect."

She heard him but she couldn't answer, she was too busy licking and sucking his neck and chest to worry about fashion at the moment. He sounded like was going to say something else until Molly wrapped her perfect little mouth around his nipple and he was suddenly bucking up into her hot center like a beast. She licked her way down his stomach as she slid off his lap and onto the floor between his knees. She popped his button and pulled down the zip and as she pulled down his trousers she found what she'd been looking for all that time... nothing... not a thing. The man wasn't wearing any pants at all. Well I'll be damned... She thought. That explains the non-existent lines... but why all the pants? Sod it, I'll ask him later. She pulled his trousers off along with his socks and tossed them out of the way. She looked up at the man, he appeared to be ready to explode.

"Molly this might not be a good idea... it's been years. I..."

Gently taking him in her tiny hand Molly said, "Trust me Sherlock. What ever happens is okay, we've got all night." And with that she placed a sweet kiss on the tip of his cock. His entire body shuddered and she took him into her mouth and swept her tongue over the head and worked the rest with her ever capable hand. She tucked her other hand between his ass and the sofa and felt the perfection of it, she squeezed and dug her nails in as she worked. Sherlock threw his head back and his hips forward, as his hands made short work of Molly's perfectly curled hair. Molly worked up and down taking Sherlock to the very edge and pulling him back again.

"Fuck, Molly... I can't take much more!" Sherlock grunted out as he buck into her mouth.

She pulled off but continued to pump him with hand and moved the other to cup his bollocks. "It's okay, Sherlock. Let go, I want this."

She wrapped her lips around his prick once again, this time she opened her throat and took him as far as she could. As she did she could feel it start as she was pulling him back out just a bit and she heard him screaming her name as she drank him down. She swallowed every bit and looked up at Sherlock still in his dress shirt though it was unbuttoned, his breathing returning to normal, however slowly.

"Molly. Hooper." He said taking a breath between each name, "That was amazing."

Sherlock's eyes were closed but when he finally opened them she was walking around the room blowing out the candles offering him a lovely view. "Join me." She said just before she diapered down the hall.

Sherlock took just a moment to gather himself before jumping up shedding his shirt and doing as he was told. He found her in the bedroom already tangled up in his sheets, she must have gotten cold. He was suddenly reminded of a Berinin sculpture he saw while he was in Rome tearing down Moriarty's web. She laid there one hand over her breast the other thrown lazily resting on her stomach... waiting. She looked like Death of the Blessed Ludovica Albertoni. Sherlock smiled at how she'd find that both sexy and morbid (and of course a little funny.)

"What are you laughing at?" She asked.

"Nothing, I'll tell you later. You get cold?" She nodded her head. "Let me fix that."

Sherlock took the sheet and ripped it back taking in the bounty before him. He licked his lips and carefully laid down on top of her kissing her neck as soon as he got close enough. "Molly," He said as he slipped his hand between her legs. "I do believe I owe you something." He took the tender skin of her neck between his teeth, Molly cried out. "Oh, you make the most delicious noises." He was stroking her through her soaked knickers, at a torturous pace.

"Please Sherlock, Please."

He was off of her throat and kneeling at her waist in a matter of seconds, peeling her white lace knickers off tossing them on the floor. Crawling between Molly's stocking clad legs he made a mental note to send Irene some kind of thank you gift. Possibly a boat or a small is Island. When he had made it to his destination, he couldn't help but take a calming breath. I hope I remember how this works, he thought. But there was no need. Being completely surrounded by Molly his instincts kicked in, as he parted her and lavished her with his tongue and lips. She keened and cried when he found her pearl and sucked it into his mouth giving it teasing licks as he did. When he pressed first one then two fingers into her opening he couldn't help but look up to see the look of unbridled passion on the normally sweet innocent face of his pathologist. It drove him mad with want. As her walls started closing around his fingers and a string of expletives sprang from her lips he was almost afraid he would come again with out any physical stimulation at all. He extracted himself from her lower half, licking his fingers clean watching Molly come back from wherever she had just been, tiny hands suddenly took his face and brought him for a searing kiss. Needless to say he was shocked. One thing he did manage to retain from his few experiences with the fairer sex was kissing after that particular act wasn't something they liked to do. Although, having tasted Molly Hooper, he could understand her desire to try it out herself.

"Oh, good God, that was fan-fucking-tastic!" She said.

"Good, I was afraid I might be a bit rusty." He said in an even deeper voice than normal, sending new electric pulses down Molly's spine.

"If that's you rusty, I'm in trouble." She laughed.

Sherlock maneuvered himself over top of he again. "Oh, you're ready again. Sherlock, you just came like ten minutes ago!"

"Yes, and I've been ready since I came in here to find you looking other worldly and wrapped in my bed sheets. As much as I enjoyed the dress, I like this look even better." He lowered his head and kissed her again. "Molly, my speech, you know I was trying to tell you that... I was... I love you Molly Hooper."

She smiled, cradling the back of his head, playing with his soft curls. "Yes, that's what I took it to mean. But it's nice to hear. And just to confirm, I love you too Sherlock Holmes."

They kissed once again as he reached down and entered her slowly. Sherlock pressed his forehead into Molly's chest to steady himself. Nothing should feel this good, he thought as he started moving. He wanted to go slow but his body wouldn't obey his mind and picked up speed seemingly of it's own volition when Molly started thrusting her hips upwards to meet his and crying out for more. His lips sought contact with anything they could find as Molly's nails clawed welts down his back and arms, the slight pain only driving him closer to his completion. He rose up slightly to watch her as begged for release changing the angle and driving harder, Molly's walls once again convulsed and crashed around him. This time taking him with her on her trip into that place where only pleasure exists.

Heavy breathing was the only sound in 221B Baker Street for several minutes following their love making as Molly and Sherlock tried to come back to reality. Sherlock rolled off and quickly pulled the sheet back over their sweat covered bodies. Molly instantly tucked herself into his chest.

"Well, that's one way to say 'I'm sorry.'" Molly said as her breath returned.

"Yes well, actions speaking louder than words and all that." Sherlock retorted.

Sleep was just about to claim Molly when Sherlock spoke up again. "Oh, did you get the answers you were looking for by the way?"

Molly sat up and looked at him with a questioning brow.

"About my pants..." He said with a sideways grin.

Molly's eye shot open, "How... what...I..."

Sherlock rolled his eyes, "Mrs. Hudson told me about your girl chat. Then John told me about your interest in woman's magazines, the ones you don't read by the way. Finally, and most importantly, you left the bottom drawer open and eight of an inch... very sloppy Molly. You don't have a future at MI5, in case you were interested." He said as he traced circles on her back.

"I can't believe you knew, how embarrassing." She buried her face in his chest.

Sherlock chuckled. "As if I'm any better? Having a Dominatrix make you buy tighter clothes because I wanted to murder your jumpers."

Molly laughed along with him, "Wait, if you don't wear pants, why on earth do you have three different kinds?"

"Relish the mystery Molly. A man's got to have some secrets." He said taking her face in his hands and kissing her breathless.

WOW... Thank you all! I'd love to hear final thoughts, you're review always make me happy. The new story will take some time, loads of research involved. I will try to have some one-shots here and there. I hope you liked this, I had so much fun with it. Check out the links below. TA!

Molly's dress:

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Bernini sculpture:

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(I couldn't help myself, it's one of my favorite sculptures. I love Bernini. He makes dying seem so very sexy, every time... always. When I think of Molly of think of death... not in a bad way. So sexy Molly reminds me of Bernini. There you have it, a glimpse into my twisted mind.)