So, I received this lovely prompt from the lovelier Rocking the Redhead. :D I hope you like it, my dear.

Prompt: Afic where Mrs Hudson and John catch Sherlock sniffing Molly's hair! Molly clueless of occurrences.

Teehee...let's do this thing. OH, but after a reminder that I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! I'm a hobo in ownership, I have nothing but the joy of these stories, and the clothes of fandom on my back. Lol...er...something like that.

Enjoy!

A Study in Senses

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He had called her over for assistance on an experiment. Or at least, that's what he had told her. The real reason behind Sherlock Holmes increasing invitations for Molly to come to his flat were for far more intimate reasons.

He liked her.

Of course, the intimacy only stretched as far as the confines of his skin. Sentiment itched to get out and expose itself to the petite subject of his newly found affections, but the stubborn, scientific man wouldn't let it. Sherlock had everything in place, ready for her to arrive. He went through the precaution of having actual experiments ready for her visits, not wanting to let his mask slip.

A knock on the door. A quiet tone greeting. He looked up, and immediately melted inside. She looked beautiful.

"Ah yes, Molly. Thank you. I trust you brought the new slides I requested?" Sherlock looked up at her, a quick grin flashing to light. Molly smiled in return, her bright brown eyes weakening his knees, figuratively at least.

"Yes. I could only bring one box, we need the others for the lab. I hope that's okay." She said as she crossed the room, shedding her cardigan. Molly moved to the kitchen where he was, and held out the small box of glass slides to him. Sherlock plucked it gently from her hands, making all too sure to graze her fingers with his own.

He'd wanted to touch far more of her than just that, if he were honest with himself.

"Well...is that all you needed?" she asked, unsure of why he was so silent today. Sherlock shook his head, still quietly committing the feeling of her skin to his mind palace. Molly looked at him with a bit more concern.

"What do you need?" Her soft voice sang out. Oh, how those words killed him every time she said them. Even now. It played forever on a loop in the room he had dedicated to her. Varying lilts and intonations, but always the same love behind them. He could compose a symphony around the way she said them.

"I need you...ahem. I need you to take a look at this tissue sample I collected. Tell me if your findings match mine." Sherlock said, his voice catching in the thick of his throat. He'd wanted to tell her he needed her with him. Needed her to be by his side all the time. However, the ever-pesky analytical portion of his mind refused to let him say it.

"Oh! Alright. Well, let me just have a look." Molly answered, before brushing past him to sit down in front of the microscope. She didn't mind Sherlock looming over her. In fact, she anticipated it. He often grew impatient while he waited for her opinion on things, and would make no effort to hide his frustration. So, being Molly, she would let him. She looked through the eyepiece, and gently turned the knobs to adjust the focus. While she was busy looking at the questionable substance under the slide, Sherlock was studying something on his own. More specifically someone.

He watched her closely, noting the way her spine curved as she sat there. The way her lips pursed as she focused entirely on trying to decipher what she was looking at. He took in a quiet breath through his nose, and all at once wanted nothing more than to plunge into a pool of her scent.

Strawberries and vanilla cream. Her body wash had, no doubt, been the contributing force to the thickly sweet smell, but her hair was the source of the lush and fruity aroma. In a rare show of defeat for the otherwise composed man, Sherlock braced himself on the table, one arm extending on either side of his pathologist. Molly had noticed the move, and chuckled a bit.

"I'm not really sure what I'm looking at here, Sherlock. Care to give me a hint?" She questioned, staring back at the sample.

"No, I can't. It's much more rewarding for you to find out on your own." He said, trying to hide the husky growl in his voice. Molly shrugged her shoulders, before leaning in again. She released a gentle sigh, unknowingly driving the man behind her positively wild.

Sherlock couldn't deny himself any longer, and cautiously nudged his nose into the soft waves of her ponytail. She'd hardly notice, he knew, and thus let himself indulge.

She smelled divine. Positively luscious, as far as Sherlock was concerned. This, coming from the mind of a man who never, or rarely, ate; he could have devoured her right then and there...were it not for one problem.

He'd noticed them entering the flat, bags full of the shopping in hand. However, they had stopped upon seeing him there, his nose buried in the tendrils of her soft hair. Mrs. Hudson's expression was one of embarrassment, more for herself than Molly or himself. She'd sucked in her lips, as if trying to hold her breath so as not to disturb what she found to be a fairly intimate moment between detective and pathologist.

John, however, held a different expression entirely. It was one of smug knowing. A devilish smirk that would make Jim Moriarty look like a happy fool. He too, said nothing, and proceeded to follow Mrs. Hudson back down the stairs that descended from 221B. Sherlock breathed out a sigh of relief, glad that they were gone, but secretly dreading the fact that this was not over for him. He sighed into her hair. That's what had caught her attention.

"Sherlock? Are you sure you're alright?" Molly asked, turning her head to look up at him. One look at those soft lips and he knew how he would answer this question. Not with words, but with action. A brisk and passionate kiss against those perfect lips of hers for his tasting pleasure. She'd know just how alright he was. How insane she made him feel. How badly he really needed her.

"Yes. I'm alright. Any findings, Dr. Hooper?" His voice asked in a charming note. Molly began to tell him about what she had thought, while Sherlock was busy reprimanding his logical mind for not being a bit more liberal in its allotment for sentiment.

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Well, I know that's probably not what you were looking for...but I hope that you enjoyed it nonetheless! And YAY I even got all five senses in there! Sweet! Alright, my lovelies. Leave me a review so I know what you think! PLEASE?