Greg and Molly giggled as they stumbled out of the black door of 221b, their fingers intertwined and their hearts racing. The orange street lights where dull and dim compared to the Christmas decorations in every house window. Greg stopped abruptly in the middle of the street, and pointed back at 221b.'They, most defiantly have the best lightssssssssss, they're veryyyy pretty' he then redirected his finger at Molly, 'Like you Miss Hooper, you look very, very, very pretty tonight,'
'I think you've had to many Christmas drinkies Mr Lestrade,' She blushed and shoved him, he swayed and giggled, before suddenly sitting down on the snow covered curb. Molly, reluctantly joined him, gasping at the cold as she sat down. Greg looked at her, she really did look lovely, he hadn't noticed it before. The wind was strong and Molly's hair was blowing in her face, without thinking he had brushed it away and was closing into kiss her. To his surprise Molly was also closing in for the kiss. Despite them both being drunk the kiss was soft and gradual, the world seem to melt around them, their minds focusing only on each other. He slid his long, cold fingers over her thigh and up along her waist. Without warning he pulled away, the lights seemed brighter than before and snow had started to fall. 'I think we sssshould get a cab,' he stood up slowly, pulling Molly up with him and holding on to her trembling hand. She pulled him close to her body, and this time kissed him fast and furiously, alcohol had always gave her confidence. A cab came rolling down Baker street past and came to a sluggish stop. Greg stumbled towards the cab Molly following, holding his hand. He turned to face her 'Yourrrr place or mine?'
Blundering out the cab, giggling they threw the money at the balding and over weight cabbie, not waiting for the change and approached Molly's front door with speed. No Christmas lights where shining from the snow coated windows now, the only light that was supplied were the dim orange street lights. Lestrade stood behind Molly, kissing her neck slowly, his hands on her petite waist. She pushed her door open full force, turning to absorb his sharp features before taking his face in her soft, small hands and kissed him hungrily. Tripping over each other, they made their way into her living room loosing their shoes and pieces of clothing on the way. He moved his mouth slowly down her neck, nipping and sucking at her skin, and she let out a small, careful moan. He smiled against her. 'Was that you this time,' she started to chuckle but was cut short as he sucked hard on the skin near her collar bone. Panting and hearts racing they found themselves backed up against a white wall, He looked into Molly's eyes before sliding down her slim body and grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it up over her head leaving it abandoned in a pile on the floor. He took a moment to admire her smooth, slender body. He gradually moved to her breasts, sucking and licking as she undid his trouser zip and pushed his trousers down past his knees, revealing his erection. Not knowing how, their clothes had pooled on the floor, and Molly had be hoisted up on to his hips, her back against the wall. His hands moved up and down her waist as he slid into her, fast and hard. Her inpatient, slurred moans echoed in his head, he continued to plant kisses on her bare neck and breasts. Low rumbles came from the back of Lestrade's throat, as he slid in and out of Molly, her back was arched against the wall, her hip rolling in unison with his. Suddenly she let out a long, loud moan and called out his name, and he followed soon after. Carrying her over the sofa he pulled out and they collapsed on it together.
'That was amazing,' Molly was still panting shaking and covered in sweat as she collected their pants. ' your welcome to stay?' He gave a a long, wide grin and nodded. She laid down on the sofa in front of Greg, his strong arms wrapped around her, he was still planting small kisses on the top of her head and along her neck as she drifted to sleep.