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"What did I say?" Molly asked, though there was a smile on her face as she slapped Mycroft's hand away from the cooling biscuits. But it was too late; he had one in his hand and merely danced out of her reach, taking a bite as he moved. The moan that came from his throat elicited a chuckle from Molly. "Fine. You can have that one, but that's it."
"But you're such a good baker," he said as he finished the first bite, swallowing before he took another bite and then licking melted chocolate off his finger.
"Yes, but these are for Meena's birthday party," she replied. "I can make you your own batch when I'm done with these if you want."
"No, that's quite alright," he replied. "I can make do with just the one."
"Thinking about your diet?" she asked. "I think you look quite good already."
"Do you?" he asked with a smirk on his face.
"I do," she said. "I especially like it when you're starkers."
"Is that so?" he asked, moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist before resting his chin on her shoulder and kissing her neck. The shiver that went through Molly made him grin even more.
"Baking first, shagging later," she said with a chuckle.
"I suppose I can find something else to do to occupy my time until then," he replied, letting go of her and swiping another biscuit before heading out of the kitchen.
She shook her head and then went back to measuring out the next batch of biscuits. "Incorrigible," she muttered, still grinning as she ducked her head down. Then she stopped for a moment before putting the balls of dough she'd had on the baking sheet back in the bowl full of dough. She then put the bowl of dough in the refrigerator. Maybe baking could wait after all...