Hello,

This is me first EVER fanfic I've posted on any site, so please be nice. Also, I'm sure some of you will recognise the first is from the short little drabble that an anon had sent to the wonderful icebabe59 and I'm sure you've also realised the anon was in fact me. I was going to leave it as the drabble as I wasn't really sure how it would be reviewed as, but the notes gave me a lot of confident into creating this little oneshot. It is unbetaed so forgive me for any mistakes and hope you enloy it. :)

angels-in-221B

The orgasmic moan broke the cold silence of the 221B. John looked up from his paper and frowned at Sherlock. "I thought Irene Adler is dead?" "Don't be stupid John it isn't the Woman." Sherlock replied, whilst checking his cell. "It was Molly."

Come to Bart's, there is an interesting body I want to show you.-Mx

"Molly?" John asked incredulously. "Why do you have Irene Adler's moan assigned to Molly for?" "Because that isn't The Woman's voice, it is in fact Molly's. Do keep up." Sherlock replied simultaneously grabbing his coat and scarf. "I am leaving for Bart's." With a nod to a perplexed and confused John he left with a dramatic flourish of his scarf. It took John five minutes to realise that Sherlock had left. He shook his head to rid of unwanted images of how Sherlock had managed to record that tone onto his phone. "Don't even want to know." He muttered, returning back to his paper.

As Sherlock entered the cab and gave Bart's address to the cabbie, he couldn't help return to the eventful night that the ringtone had entered his phone.

"I'm just saying that in warmer conditions a corpse will likely decompose 25 percent faster than in the colder conditions in the morgue. Mr O'Brian's body was at least four days old before he was found stuffed in a boiler room in a school, but does the forensics team listen? Nope." Molly said bitterly. She felt Sherlock nod his head in agreement on her lap. It was a Friday evening, and Sherlock had arrived after solving a case (only a four, not worth getting dressed for) and was listening to Molly talk about her day at the morgue. Although he complained that it was a rather tedious and unnecessary routine, he wouldn't dare mention that he secretly enjoyed listening to Molly recount the various bodies that arrived at her slab. Her attention to the smallest detail had him thoroughly impressed. But he would rather be caught having a civil conversation with Mycroft than say all that aloud.

He opened his mouth to reply to Molly's question when his phone let out a breathy moan that he hadn't heard in a long time. Sherlock felt Molly's hand stop within his curls and her legs beneath him freeze. "I thought she was dead." Molly said breaking the deadly silence that filled the room. "She isn't, I saved her from terrorists." Sherlock replied trying to deduce what Molly was thinking. Her hand left his head and she reached over for his phone. "She wants you to have dinner." She read. Sherlock rolled my eyes at The Woman's desperate moves. "Tell her I'm full." He said, burrowing his head deeper into Molly's lap. "Change the tone." Molly said after ten minutes, "To my voice." Sherlock opened his eyes to see Molly looking down at him with her cheeks carrying pink hue. Sherlock smirked at her, "Molly I didn't know you were the jealous type." He teased. Her pink cheeks turned a deep red at his word and she looked away from his face to the mute television. Sherlock let out a chuckle and replied, "Fine record your voice by all means."

Molly turned to look at Sherlock and something flashed through her brown eyes. "No, I want it to be real." She said keeping her voice steady, "I want you to make me orgasm and then record the sound that comes out of my mouth." Sherlock looked at her with a frown "Why?" he asked, genuinely curious now. "Because Miss Adler's moan is fake, I'm sure you've realised." Molly answered. "How have you come to that conclusion?" Sherlock asked. "It's pretty obvious really, you can tell by the sort of strained noise at the beginning. It's almost like she's forcing it out of herself. Also, a real moan would sound more breathy, Miss Adler's sounds like she is using her voice more to try to exaggerate the tone and volume. That is why, Sherlock, it is fake and I would like mine to be real."

Molly ended her little spell of deductions with a rise of her eyebrow challenging Sherlock to refute any of her words. Sherlock looked up to Molly with his signature smirk. "Really? Are you sure it's not just to douse the jealousy that has clearly made you take such a bold decision." He teased. Molly let a grin curve her lips "That too."

Suddenly, Sherlock felt Molly's hands grab his shirt lift him up and smash her lips against his. It took Sherlock a total of three seconds to register what had occurred. By the time he began responding Molly had pulled away. Her lips were deep red and swollen, there was a glimmer in her eyes and her cheek were an even deeper shade of red. "So will you make me moan Sherlock?" she whispered. She licked her lips as she waited for Sherlock to respond. "With pleasure." Sherlock breathed in to Molly's ears.

"Sir we are here." Sherlock was brought back to the present by the cabbie's annoyed voice. He quickly gave some money and exited the cab. Blinking a few times to remove the images that invaded his sight he made his way down to the morgue. He allowed a small private smile grace his lips as he remembered the many times he made Molly moan and scream.