Disclaimer: This fan fiction is not written for profit and no infringement of copyright is intended. Not beta read, so all mistakes are mine.

~ A BREAK IN THE WEATHER ~

About Five Minutes Later

"Well," Molly giggles, "the Earth moved."

And she tries to sit up, only to be pulled onto her back by a wincing, grinning Sherlock Holmes.

He keeps kissing her, the clot, and not letting her move at all.

It's almost like he has some prurient interest in keeping her on her back.

"Careful," he says, gesturing to the mess they've made of the kitchen. "Splinters. Wouldn't want you getting one of those." And he points to the remains of Baker Street's oak experimentation table, the Victorian one which Sherlock had previously sworn was unbreakable, which now lies in pieces about the room.

Apparently she and her boyfriend were a little… over-vigorous in their activities, Molly thinks.

Apparently she and her boyfriend were downright exuberant in their attempts to get it on and oh but that thought makes her smile.

And apparently, though it is rather dangerous, Sherlock has no issue trying reverse cow-girl on a piece of furniture as their first sexual position.

Molly is rather delighted with this bit of news.

But she's even more delighted when they head back to her bedroom and spend a long, rainy evening enjoying each other and the cool autumn chill.

The heat-wave of summer is long over, but she and Sherlock cling together all the same.