This is not a new fic, I originally posted this on Tumblr a couple of months ago but I've edited it and it's better..

Inspired by a post I saw from sirsquidfish-thefirst saying she would be 108 % behind any Sherlolly femslash...

Putting down the bone saw carefully, Molly cocked an ear; hearing the unmistakeable sound of heels clicking in the hallway, growing louder as they rapidly advanced, her stomach plummeted, Sherlock.

Blowing out a breath, Molly wiped her forehead with her elbow to budge a displaced hair as she waited for her to burst in. There would be a scene for not answering her insistent text messages.

Doors crashing into the walls marked her dramatic entrance. Looking around the room, eyes narrowed suspiciously, she relaxed almost imperceptibly when she found only Molly.

Mouth curving up ever so slightly, the barest hint of a smile graced her features, her voice like honey, as she purred, "Molly."

Focussing on her shoes, desperate not to accidentally initiate eye contact, Molly blushed; How the hell can she make my name so utterly suggestive?

Darting a brief glance before her eyes slid away, she tried to modulate her voice as she asked, "Do you need something Sherlock?"

Stalking her around the table, eyes gleaming when she involuntarily stumbled backwards, Sherlock cornered her, "Why did you break off your engagement with Tom?"

Peeling her gloves off, Molly looked down at her bare hands, stalling for time. She finally answered, though reluctantly, "I don't-" her voice shook, giving her away, taking a breath she tried again. "I don't want to say it Sherlock."

Wrapping her fingers around her wrist, Sherlock invaded her personal space, her body brazenly pressed along the length of her own.

Looking down Molly saw candy pink lacquered nails contrasting prettily against her lab coat.

In a low and dangerous voice, Sherlock commanded, "Tell me Molly," sliding her her hand down, she linked their fingers together, her voice soothing, "Please? I want to hear it."

Biting her lip, Molly held her breath as Sherlock trailed her hands over the soft curve of her waist.

Moaning, she asked in a desperate, trembling voice, "Sherlock?"

"Tell me Molly," Sherlock swept her hands up firmly, over Molly's rib cage and cupped her breasts over her woollen jumper.

Sucking in a breath, Molly arched her back, her arse pushing into the concavity of Sherlock's pelvis. Thoughts skittered through her mind, careening wildly before breaking apart, nothing could withstand those questing fingers.

"Molly," ducking her head, Sherlock bit her neck, dragging her teeth across the sensitive skin, humming when Molly gasped and moaned.

Dizzy with desire now, she broke out, "You, for you,"

Please don't stop, was her only thought, she wouldn't say it out loud for fear of breaking the spell but later that night in the confines of Baker Street, Sherlock would wrench it from her lips endlessly.

Smiling now, triumphant, "And now you are mine?"

Nodding, "Yes, Sherlock, please," she twisted to face her, looking up into her electric eyes and seeing her own desire reflected, her heart soared.

Sherlock brushed her fingers along Molly's jaw, leaning down a little further, finally their lips connected.

It may have taken years to get here, The Woman, The Fall, the whole Magnussen mess but it was worth it, Sherlock Holmes was finally in a place where she could admit she was in love with Molly Hooper.

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