Molly kisses him all teeth and tongue and breathless noises, but her knickers at her thighs are constricting her from opening her legs the way she wants. She tears herself away from the kiss to pull them down the rest of the way.

"Trousers, off," she commands to him breathlessly and then realizes his shirt is still on too. "And shirt."

She wants Sherlock naked. She has waited too long to get her hands on him. Also, they can't mess up that pair of trousers too.