Well, here we are...the final installment of the story. As I said before, I decided to create a rather interesting challenge for myself and keep this one at a T level, because it's important to a few of my readers who don't read any higher level...and I want to include them. :) Anyway, slightly higher T than some of my others, but ya know...I will still keep it clean and as appropriate as possible. ;)

Still don't own squat. Bum deal, that.

Enjoy!

Chapter 7: Overload

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The warmth from the sun outside hit his skin through his window, causing the tired detective to stir. As he slightly opened an eye, he was immediately attacked with its bright rays. Sherlock squinted his eyes shut again, and moved to stretch himself out. He stopped just short of letting out a loud yawn, however, upon feeling the extra heat tucked up against his side. With sleep-clouded eyes, he looked down to see her snuggled into him, her gently waving hair swirling out in all different directions behind her head. As he adjusted slightly, turning to get a better view, Sherlock smiled. She seemed to fit into him perfectly, no matter what the angle. Not a single gap between their bodies could be felt by him, and he quite enjoyed the sensation of her soft and pink skin lying flush against his own paler flesh.

Sherlock ran his fingers through her hair lightly, calculating just how long it had taken for her ponytail to come out from their exertions, and how much time it would take her to set it right again after a shower. Hm, a shower. His mind quirked curiously at the idea of such a lovely creature bathing in his home...potentially with him. Sherlock smiled at the idea, deciding to himself that it was something he was very interested in trying. He'd been unconsciously mapping out the soft skin on her shoulder blades, the pads of his fingers tracing small and intricate equations down the protruding ridges of her back. Molly slowly stirred awake, letting out a soft whine and an almost half chuckle.

"Sh'lock...stop 't. Tickles." She whimpered in a gruff tone, her voice a bit lower and drier than it normally carried in her throat. Sherlock chuckled, bringing his hand to a stop.

"I'm sorry. Good morning." He said quietly, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head. He watched as her face scrunched up with a suppressed yawn, before her brown eyes opened to peer up at him. Sherlock loved those eyes. So wide, so completely innocent in the reflective brown of her irises, a softness that he could practically feel. Molly smiled gently, before she moved her arms out from under herself, stretching them high into the air. As she finished giving her curled and compressed muscles some much needed relief, she moved to sit further up on the bed. The sheet followed suit as her thin fingers clutched it to her bosom, and Sherlock couldn't help but watch the captivating display of her curves beneath the white and rumpled sheet.

"Ahem. My eyes are up here, sir." Molly said in a mocking tone. Sherlock looked up to her face, to find a most mischievous smirk in place on her lips. His own smile grew, as he quickly moved to crawl his way up her form, until his lips were mere inches away from hers.

"So they are." He murmured, before closing the miniscule distance between them, planting a kiss to her mouth. Molly chuckled beneath his lips, happily kissing him back. The warmth of her body spread through the cotton of the sheet, making his own body temperature spike with want. As they soon found themselves scooting further down onto the mattress once more, Molly tapped his shoulder, making him ease up a bit. Sherlock gave her a questioning look, before he pulled away a bit more.

"I have to go to work in two hours, Sherlock." She giggled as her head rolled to look at the clock across the room. The man above her rolled his eyes, before making his way back down to kiss the hollow of her throat, all too glad to consume more of her delicious flavor in that spot. Molly laughed more, and pushed at him again.

"Molly. Two hours is more than enough time to enjoy a bit more of your company." Sherlock huffed, taking a small pout to his lips. The sound of her laughter, loud and unhindered, was even more beautiful than the small chuckles she allowed herself. It belted out in a quick bark, before she resolved down to silent bursts, her chest heaving as she tried to contain herself once more.

"Well, unlike you, I need time to make myself presentable for the day. I can't very well go to work with hair like this, now can I?" Molly asked, pointing to the twisted and frizzing bundle of hair that had tossed around throughout the night. Sherlock couldn't stop his brow from quirking up, almost intrigued by the idea of her working in the morgue with the post-sex do. The move earned him a lighthearted slap to the chest, before the pathologist rolled out from underneath him.

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked in an indignant pout. His sadness quickly faded as he watched her hips swing back and forth as she strolled toward the bathroom. Her bare bottom was distracting enough that he hadn't heard her answer him the first time. A light chuckle caught his attention again, and he looked up to find the woman attached to the lovely behind staring at him in amusement.

"Well, aren't you going to join me? Figured you'd jump at the chance to 'enjoy more of my company' in the shower." Molly said with a wink, before turning and going into the other room. She hadn't even turned to close the door yet, before Sherlock was half way across the room to follow after her.

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After coming to the conclusion that making love in the shower proved to be more hazardous than he'd anticipated, Sherlock gave up, deciding instead to help Molly wash her hair. The soft, wet tendrils cascaded down her back, making it quite easy for him to run his hands through.

"Turn around." He murmured into her ear. Molly did so, and was immediately brought back to rest against him while he pumped the shampoo into his hand. After lathering the soft gel a bit, Sherlock began to massage her head, kneading and folding the soap into Molly's long hair. She relaxed against him completely, nearly falling asleep at one point. He continued to work the hazelnut scented shampoo into her scalp, and felt her slip down a bit as she relaxed more. Sherlock chuckled as he braced her against him with one hand.

"I'm sorry it's not strawberry scented, but this is all I have here, until you bring over some of your own things." He said as he turned her around to rinse the shampoo out. Molly chuckled a bit, a sweet and endearing smile on her face.

"That's alright. I like this too, smelling like you. Is that why you kept smelling my hair the other day? Because you like my shampoo?" Her giggle turned into a full laugh again, as Sherlock's expression turned to one of shock and embarrassment. Molly stood upright again, before flinging her arms around his neck.

"Hey, it's okay. It was...it was nice, to have you so close to me. I didn't say anything because I didn't want to embarrass you then. Especially in front of Mrs. Hudson and John." Her soft gaze nudged his scowl away, until he looked at her with sheer amazement.

"How did you know?" Sherlock asked in a quiet tone.

"I'm much more observant than you think. Plus, you're a much louder breather than you realize." Molly said with a confident smile, before laughing as she was pushed under the spray of warm water from the shower head by an indignant and mischievous looking detective.

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Well, there you have it my dears. I had to end this one on a fun note like that, because I really liked the suggestion where Molly knew the whole time. Anyway, Thank you all so much for reading and reviewing. I loved writing this one, it was a very good challenge for me. So, thank you all so much! And a special thanks to Rocking the Redhead, for giving me such a wonderful prompt to begin with. :D Leave me a final review, just for the sake of formalities, yea?