For the Sake of Law and Order
Disclaimer: Only the story name and chapter titles belong to me. I do not own any part of the BBC's Sherlock, much as I wish I did :) Neither do I own Frank Sinatra's "I've Got You Under My Skin."

Author's Note: Hello, reader! You might know me from my multi-chapter story, "Five Doctors and the Detective." If you do: FANTASTIC, 'cause I think you'll really like this! If you don't: I hope you like this collection anyway :) I promise to do my utmost to paint a realistic portrait of the (potential and otherwise) relationship between Sherlock and Molly. Please enjoy!

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I've Got You Under My Skin

They had flown to Barcelona two days ago, on a case. He'd needed an assistant and how could she have said no? They had scarcely stopped moving since they'd arrived, and Molly was tired beyond reason, and ready to collapse in their hotel room. But he solved the case that afternoon and insisted that they go out for dinner as a means of thanking her for her help. She agreed, but only if he would eat something now that the case was finished.

They didn't speak through the entire meal. She could sense that he was too busy thinking to converse, and she had more than a few glasses of wine while he stared into his barely-touched salad. Eventually she stopped trying to eat or drink at all and just stared at him, wondering when he'd return to her.

The cab-ride back to the hotel was rather similar to their dinner: silent and charged with the heavy tension of unspoken words. There was an ocean between them, that roiled and raged with all the emotions they could not vocalize. Thankfully the cab stopped before the tempest began. He opened her door and handed her out. She tried to draw her hand away, thinking he wouldn't want to prolong the contact in their current state of friction. Simultaneously, he tried to pull her closer.

By the time they reached their room, static was practically jumping off of Molly's skin and she could hardly bear the silence any longer. As he sat in the chair in the corner and steepled his hands beneath his chin, she turned to face the bench at the end of the bed.

"I almost died today."

"Yes."

She sighed, and began methodically dismantling herself.

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Sherlock watched as she raised one shapely, slender leg and rested her foot against the bench. She leaned over her knee, reaching to unbuckle the strap on her high heel. She slid it off her foot, and repeated the torturous process with the other shoe.

Next, she turned her back and began to undo the buttons that lined the arched column of her spine. The dress fell and pooled around her feet, and she stepped out of it. Her hands ran over her nearly bare skin, dipping in at her trim waist and flaring back out to her hips. Suddenly, his throat was rather parched.

Paying him no notice, Molly released the clasps that held her stockings up and pushed them down her legs in a very languorous manner that belied the tension in the air between them. Before he knew it, she had discarded the rest of her undergarments, and was loosing her hair, pin by pin, until it tumbled down her back. She had grown it out over the course of the year, and it now fell in luminous waves to her sacrum. He swallowed as ran her hands through it.

Lastly, she removed her earrings and placed them atop the dresser. Her necklace followed, as did her bracelet. Now she was clad only in the diamond solitaire and the silver band that resided on her left hand. These, she gently worked off her delicate finger and lovingly stroked with her thumb before setting them beside the other jewellery. She knew exactly how to torture him, how to make him ache and burn with only the simplest of actions.

Without turning around, she husked, "I'm going to take a bath, Sherlock. Join me, if you like."

He was across the room in seconds, hands curved on her hips as he pulled her against him and murmured in her ear. "You bewitch me."

With that, he swept his wife into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.

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I've got you under my skin
I've got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me
I've got you under my skin
I'd tried so not to give in
I said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well
I've got you under my skin

I'd sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of a warnin' voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats, repeats in my ear
Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time that I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin

I would sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of havin' you near
In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, it screams, how it yells in my ear
Don't you know, little fool, you never can win?
Why not use your mentality, step up, wake up to reality?
But each time I do just the thought of you
Makes me stop just before I begin
'Cause I've got you under my skin
Yes, I've got you under my skin