Just Some Johnlock Oneshots

Irene x Molly

So this isn't Johnlock, sorry about that, but I've seen some things on Pinterest (yes I'm one of those people who's still on there) where they mention Molly and Irene getting together. And I have to admit I kinda ship it. So yeah that's what I'm gonna try to do today. There will be mentions of sexy things cuz this is Irene we're talking about, but nothing too explicit. And I also mention a dead body, but not in too much detail.

Molly was working overtime into the very early hours of the morning like usual, until a door slamming shut broke her focus on the corpse lying on the table in front of her. Hmm, no one else is normally here at this time. Oh, it's probably Sherlock. She tried to smother the butterflies in her stomach that the man brought with him, but failed. The door to the room she was working in was aggressively opened and closed, but Molly didn't bother looking up.

"What is it now, Sherlock?" She asked with a sigh, not breaking her concentration on the scalpel in her hand now carving into the dead flesh.

"Oh, aren't you a pretty thing," a seductive woman's voice drawled. Molly's head snapped up, thankfully she kept her blade still after her many years of training. Her gaze landed on a tall, slim woman with dark long locks and piercing blue eyes. The woman's red painted lips were drawn up in a smirk as she trailed her gaze over Molly's lab coat clad figure.

"Sorry," Molly squeaked. "Who are you? Only certain people have access to these rooms."

The woman sauntered closer to the scientist, her heels clipping on the tile floor. "Don't worry, I'm a friend of Sherlock's," she smiled carelessly.

Molly's brow drew together. "But Sherlock doesn't have friends, well besides John." She was finding it increasingly difficult to maintain eye contact with the stunning woman before her. Something about the way she looked at Molly made her flush and want to hide.

"Well," she sighed dramatically, "I suppose you're right. Although clearly John and Sherlock are more than friends." The mossy haired scientist felt her heart twinge at the comment. "But don't you worry dear, I won't do anything naughty." She paused and gave me a devilish smile, her eyes filled with lust. "Well, nothing too naughty." The dark hair woman continued her advance towards Molly, standing across from her, the corpse in between them. Molly had long since placed her scalpel on the equipment rack, not trusting herself to focus enough when this woman stood in front of her.

"Wh-what are you here for?" Molly stuttered as her face turned a deeper shade of red.

"You're just adorable, aren't you," the woman teased.

"Who are you?"

"The name's Irene, but others know me better as The Woman," she sighed like she was bored, resting her arms on the cold metal table.

"Wh-what does that mean. And you still haven't told me why you're here," Molly straightened her spine to appear taller and bit her lip to cut off anymore stuttering.

Irene simply smirked and dropped her gaze to the corpse lying between them. "So, you're a scientist and work in a morgue. Do you solve murders like Sherlock?"

"I'm not answering any questions until you answer mine."

This brought Irene's sharp gaze back to Molly's doe brown eyes. "Hmm," she hummed softly. "That won't do. I'm the one who's supposed to be in charge. You're name?" the pale woman asked, but it was more of a demand than a question, her voice taking on an authoritative tone that sent a tingle down Molly's spine. Of course Irene noticed, and another lazy smirk graced her features.

"M-Molly," the young woman breathed.

"Well, Molly," Irene lowered her voice. Molly's name on the sensual woman's lips brought another thrill through her. "Have you ever had sex?"

Molly's jaw dropped to the floor and her heart rate increased. "E-excuse me, b-but that isn't any of your business," she huffed with a flush settling atop her ears.

"No, I didn't think you did. And it's going to be my business," Irene said while making her way around the silver table.

"Umm," Molly stuttered as she backed up into the cabinets lining the walls, wanting as much space between her and this mystery woman.

"Do you know who a dominatrix is?" She smirked, continuing her advance on Molly, forcing her flat against the wood. Molly's eyes widened and she swallowed thickly. "Ah, so you do. Not as innocent as you appear," Irene laughed lightly. As the sound escaped her blood red lips, Molly felt her stomach tumble.

"What do you want?" Molly asked, struggling to keep her voice level.

"Well besides you right now, I'm here for a certain something, but that's my concern not yours."

"Please leave me alone," Molly whispered, her eyes feeling hot and moist. "I-I'm not interested in women," She said as Irene brought a well manicured hand to rest on her cheek.

"Are you sure about that Dear?" She asked in a quiet voice with a smile. "But don't worry Molly, I won't do anything if you don't want me to. As much as it might be contrary to your beliefs, consent is very important to me." Molly blinked rapidly to push back the tears in her eyes, but one still escaped. "I'm sorry," Irene whispered gently as she wiped away the salty tear with her thumb, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"Then what were you trying to do?" Molly asked, feeling more angry now than anything. Although hidden deep below, she could feel a surge of arousal that was threatening to break free since the beautiful woman entered the room.

"I was trying to get into your pants, but that was only if you wanted to," Irene chuckled. Molly bit the inside of her check and pulled her head from Irene's warm touch.

"I don't know what I want," Molly admitted in a voice so quiet Irene could hardly hear.

"Let me kiss you." Irene said in a steady voice. Molly's eyes widened as she brought them to meet Irene's clear blue ones.

"Um," Molly slurred, trying to find the words to say no, but her body betrayed her by lending closer to the captivating woman just inches away from her. She felt a rush of heat as she imagined Irene's full lips against hers, their bodies pressed together. Irene searched her dark brown eyes for an answer before slowly closing the space between them, catching Molly's thin lips against her own. She moved her red lips slowly but passionately against Molly's and Molly felt her knees weaken.

Molly moved her lips in sync with Irene's and brought her calloused hand to rest on the pale woman's sharp jawline. Irene buried a hand in the smaller girl's messy ponytail, the other clutching to the waist of her blouse. Eventually, the two separated to catch their breath. Irene smiled down at Molly, her red lipstick still perfectly shaped to outline her full lips. She pressed a soft kiss to Molly's pink cheek before sliding her hand down the scientist's arm to hold her small hand.

Irene reluctantly turned away and made her way to the door. "W-wait!" Molly called. The dark haired woman looked over her shoulder at the frazzled but beautiful scientist. "Will you visit me again?" She asked in a quiet voice.

Irene smiled and reached for the door handle. "You can count on it." She sent one last glance back at Molly before exiting the room.

Molly lifted a hand to her lips, still tingling with the pressure of Irene's lips. Her face stretched into a smile as she looked to the floor in hopes of collecting herself. After a few deep breaths, she pushed herself from the cabinets and resumed her work on the body lying before her. Although the rest of her body was shaking in excitement, her trained hands were steady as she continued cutting into the gray, cold skin.