"Sherlock, what are you doing here?"
"I don't want just temporary bliss."
3 Days Earlier
"Molly!" Sherlock says as he barges through the doors.
"You really need to quit doing that, otherwise I'm going to be the one on the bloody slab."
"You really shouldn't try your hand at humor, you're no good at it."
All I could do was roll my eyes, you'd think by now I'd be used to the insults that Sherlock threw at me. I guess that I'm just holding out hope that one day he'll look and think of me the way I look and think of him. But just wishful thinking I guess.
"Molly?"
"Sorry, what were you saying?"
"I need your help with an experiment."
"Now?"
"Yes can you come to Baker Street?"
How can I refuse Sherlock? Oh that's right I can't!
"Yes, just let me shower and I'll be on my way."
"You can shower at my flat."
"Ok."
We leave the morgue and get a cab together and arrive at Baker Street.
"Can I take a shower first?"
"Yes and then we can get started. Towels are in the bathroom."
I go into the bathroom and get under the hot spray of water and wash myself, savoring the warm water, although I try to hurry because I know how impatient Sherlock can be. I get out and wrap myself in a towel and realize that I set my bag down with my change of clothes in the sitting room. Not wanting to walk through his flat naked, I crack the door to the bathroom and peak out the door.
"Sherlock."
There was no answer. I assume he was down at Mrs. Hudson's getting tea or something so I proceed to slowly open the door and creep out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped securely around my body. I spot my bag lying in a chair and grab it and turn around quickly to rush back to the bathroom. But I run into something hard and then realized that hard thing I ran into was Sherlock. His arms instantly go around my wait to keep me on my feet and I drop my bag and almost drop the towel that's wrapped around me too.
"You're naked."
I feel my face heat up and an instant blush creep across my cheeks.
"Umm. I forgot my bag with my clothes out here." I quickly replied.
I could feel his fingers begin to dig into my flesh through the towel and his grip tightened around my hips.
"I shoul-."
I could no longer speak for Sherlock's mouth was locked over mine in a passionate and desire filled kiss. He yanked me closer to him and I let out a slight moan and wrapped my arms around his neck. His kisses slowly trail down to the sensitive spot behind my ear making me gasp his name.
"That's right, say my name." He growls before he bites down.
"Oh…God…Sherlock!"
He lifts me up and my legs suddenly gain a mind of their own and lock around his waist. He proceeds to carry me to his bedroom, and it wasn't until he laid me down on his bed that I realized somewhere along the way I had lost my towel and was completely naked. He trails his kisses down the front of my body until he reaches the apex of my thighs.
"Sher-"
He parts my legs and buries his face between my legs. I can feel the pressure start to build as I climb, before I go over the edge he suddenly stops.
He stands up and removes his clothes and quickly sheaths himself in a condom. He hovers over me then buries himself in to the hilt.
"Sherlock!" I gasp out.
He sets a slow hard pace at first.
"So…tight...and so…wet!"
He speeds up his pace and starts slamming into me.
"You're so wet for me Molly." He growls. "Tell me have any of your other lovers made you feel this good?"
I couldn't form a sentence with what he was doing to my body. He stops in mid-thrust when I don't answer his question.
"Molly?"
"No…none of them."
He smiles and picks up his thrusts and I feel my self begin to tighten around him as my orgasm washes over me. It doesn't take long for Sherlock to follow. He pulls out of me and deposits the condom in the wastebasket and crawls back into bed and pulls me close to him. I feel my eyelids get heavy with sleep and drift off to sleep.
I wake up sometime in the night to find myself lying in an empty bed. I realize that I'm lying naked in Sherlock Holmes's bed, and I clearly wasn't dreaming this time. I wrap his sheet around me so I can go retrieve my bag and get dressed. I walk into the sitting room and Sherlock is nowhere in sight. I grab my bag and run to the bathroom to get dressed as fast as I can so I can leave and put all this behind me. Slightly freaking out at the horror that I've done, I quickly gather my things and leave, realizing what this truly meant to Sherlock.
I arrive at work the following morning hoping and praying that I wouldn't see Sherlock today. But as always hoping and praying did absolutely nothing because just as I was thinking that he comes strolling in through the doors like he owns the place. But something is off, he doesn't start insulting or barking orders at me, in fact he doesn't say anything to me but continues to stroll towards me. He grabs my face with both hands and crushed his mouth over mine. Maybe I was wrong about what this meant to Sherlock maybe it meant the same thing to him as it did me. He backs me up to the nearest wall and pins me against the wall as his assault on my mouth continues while his hands run wild in my hair. I let myself get lost in the passionate kiss and bring my hands up to his head and run my fingers through his curly locks. But all to soon he brought the kiss to an end, leaving me breathless and completely turned on. All I can do is smile and attempt to even my breathing out, even though my mind is screaming with questions. I wanted to ask him what brought on the unexpected incredible sex and the make out session we just had, but I'm afraid.
"Scotland Yard hasn't sent anything here today." I say while still attempting to catch my breath.
"I got what I came for." He said with a smile and a wink while exiting the morgue.
I feel my face heat up and have the urge to start jumping up and down, but John walks in.
"Why is Sherlock smiling like a bloody idiot?" He asks.
"Um…I don't know."
"Didn't he just leave here?"
"Yes…I mean no."
I can see John slowly begin to put the pieces together from my messed up hair and smiling Sherlock.
"What's wrong with your hair?"
"Um…I…I-"
"Oh my god! Did Sherlock-" He didn't even finish his sentence. "Molly what's going on between you and Sherlock?"
"Nothing."
"Molly, don't lie to me."
"Ok fine!"
"Molly you and I both know Sherlock and we also know that he doesn't do relationships, he's married to his work."
"I know that."
"I just don't want you to get hurt. You and Sherlock will never be together because he puts his work first and foremost."
"I know, you don't have to tell me."
"Ok, well I'm going to go I'll see you later."
"Ok bye."
With that John left me pondering what he had said, because he wasn't wrong, in fact he was completely right Sherlock and I could never be together because he was married to his work. He would never love me the way I loved hm. But then again I should make the best of the situation because this was as close as I was ever going to get. As long as he wanted to continue whatever this was between us then I was game.
As my long day came to an end I was looking forward to the hot shower that was calling my name from the locker room. I go to my locker and retrieve my clothes and begin to run the water and undress. I step under the hot spray of water and let it wash all the stress of the day away. I hear the shower curtain open and I turn and look and it was Sherlock. He was completely naked sporting a condom-sheathed erection.
"Let me help you take some of that stress and tension away." He said as he leaned in to kiss me.
This kiss wasn't like the rest it was gentle and sincere. But if I were to be honest to myself, I really liked the fast paced rough make out sessions and the intense sex that came afterwards. But for tonight the gentle way was refreshing. His hands roamed up and down my back until the came to rest on my ass, he proceeded to bend down and lift me up so I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks until my back is pressed against the stall wall; his kisses begin to trail down the side of my neck and then to my ear where he gently takes my lobe between his teeth.
"Sherlo-"
He cut me off by sliding all the way in to the hilt making me gasp. He lets out a groan and starts to slide in and out slowly. He reaches down between us where our bodies are joined and begins to rub slow lazy circles making me gasp with every thrust. It doesn't help that he's nibbling at the sensitive spot on the side of my neck.
"Sherlock, I'm close." I manage to get out between gasps.
He starts to slam into me while continuing to rub the lazy circles and I reach the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.
"Sherlock!" I scream out.
He follows with his own orgasm and bites my neck to muffle his cry. I would be wearing scarfs for days because of all the love bites he's left up and down my neck, but I wasn't complaining because I had enjoyed every second of it. He smiled at me as he brought his lips down on mine again. I released my legs from around his waist and I touch the floor again. He removes the condom and tosses it in the nearest wastebasket and comes back to the shower as I'm washing myself, he begins to wash himself as well. We finish showering together and get out and begin to get dressed. Even though I had never thought it possible, I had fallen deeper in love with Sherlock. Realizing that I would never be enough for Sherlock and that this, whatever this was would never be enough for me. I finally muster up enough courage and ask.
"Sherlock what are we doing?"
"Right now we're getting dressed."
"No, I mean what we just did in the shower and what we did at your flat."
"Oh you're talking about the amazing sex?"
"Yea. Is that all this is?"
"Well, yea. I mean we've both rather enjoyed ourselves I don't see why we can't continue."
"You mean like a strictly sexual relationship."
"Yea think of it like friends with special benefits."
"Sherlock, I can't."
"Why not?"
My anger begins to boil, for him to be the world's best consulting detective and master of deduction he sure was stupid.
"Why not? Hmm lets see maybe the fact that I'm completely and utterly in love with you. I can't keep pretending that the sex we have is just meaningless, because it means something to me. It means more to me than you could ever imagine. I can't keep hiding the fact that I'm head over heels in love with you, and have been since the day I met you. Temporary bliss may be good enough for you and that may be what you want but I don't want just temporary bliss with you. I want eternal bliss." I finish my speech to Sherlock and for once the detective was stunned for words. I whip away the tears that began falling uncontrollably and gathered my bag and coat and left a speechless Sherlock in the locker room of St. Barts.