Sherlock slammed the door on John. He wanted some private time with his pathologist. Molly was curled up on the dark green leather sofa with her shirt half undone. Sherlock sat down next to her and put his lips to her nose. She giggled and blushed. "We're alone." She whispered.
"I know." He replied in equally dulcet tones. He undid the next two buttons on her shirt. She kissed him lightly and undid his shirt completely. She reached for his mug of tea, but was stopped by Sherlock's long arms reaching around her. He lifted her up and carried her to their bedroom. He undid the rest of her shirt and her bra, letting her breasts touch his bare chest. He reached over and kissed her neck, making her giggle in delight. She slid his shirt off his shoulders and threw it across the room. He slipped her skirt down her legs and over her petite feet. She undid his trousers and pushed them down his long, lanky legs and over his still socked feet. She pushed the socks off and threw them onto the ever growing pile of clothes on the floor. Sherlock whispered
"I love you Molly Hooper."
"I love you Sherlock Holmes" she replied as she slid off his black boxers to reveal his hard member. He took her knickers off her and rolled onto her. With two rolls of his hips he entered her tight snatch.
"Fuck Sherlock!" Molly moaned. She could feel him getting deeper inside her.
"Oh, Sherlock! Keep going!" she screamed. She kissed him passionately, and felt him cum. She groaned as his pace picked up. God how she loved him. He rolled off her and panted
"That was Fantastic." He commented. He pulled off the condom and threw it in the bin. Molly kissed him again and said
"We should get some sleep. John will be home soon."
"Very true" he replied.
"You."
"What?"
"I love you."