When Sherlock arrived home he found John sprawled on the sofa with one hand up his shirt and the other down his jeans; his head was against the arm of the sofa and his mouth was slack. Sherlock raised his eyebrows at his flatmate who was still completely oblivious to the intrusion and went to clear his throat but another, better idea became apparent in his brilliant mind.

He padded across the room, flopped down in the armchair beside the fire and analysed John's position before mimicking him; moments later, with one hand up his shirt and the other down his trousers, he let out a very audible but very fake moan. He lifted his head and peeped at John who was now as still as a statue. Sherlock grinned and moaned again "oh John!"

"Fuck!" John jumped and fell off the sofa before zipping up his jeans in a hurry and crying out.

"John; oh sorry, I didn't know you were here..." Sherlock smirked and stopped pretending to touch himself "are you ok?"

John nodded and panted "just fine Sherl- ouch!" He'd tried to stand and the cause of his pain had become apparent to Sherlock as he spotted that John had caught himself in the zip of his jeans.

"John; you're caught. Would you like some help?"

The flatmate blushed and closed his eyes as he nodded "don't touch it!" He hissed as Sherlock dropped down on his knees and reached out.

"John; you say that again and I'll make the pain worse...now" he cocked his head and tried to figure out the best way to free John without causing him more pain than necessary. He poked the skin, trying to see if he could push it free but..."ok John, this won't be a walk in the park; deep breath when I say." John nodded and closed his eyes as Sherlock continued to poke his balls. "Ok" Sherlock grabbed the zip "now" and pulled.

John let out a cry of pain before falling back onto the sofa cupping and massaging himself "thanks" he panted without opening his eyes "I er...maybe we should just...not mention this?"

"If that's what you want."

If possible, more colour flooded John's cheeks as he nodded and whimpered quietly in embarrassment. It took him ten minutes to open his eyes and ten more to be able to look Sherlock in the eye but finally he said "did you see..."

"Oh yes" Sherlock replied, apparently greatly entertained "I just came home to collect you; there's a cab waiting downstairs. Mycroft wants to see us." He grimaced at his siblings name and stood "come along; I've already received ten missed calls from him and two texts; it must be urgent."

The street outside was dark and Sherlock had to pay the cab driver an extra ten pounds just for waiting around. They rode mostly in silence for the best part of five minutes until Sherlock quietly unzipped his trousers and pushed a hand into his boxers. John watched him in surprised before hissing "what the hell, Sherlock?"

"I'm masturbating...it's what men do when they're in need of sexual stimulation...is it not?"

"Well yes but not in public! Put it away!"

"It's not out but I can get it out if you want." He pulled his hand out of from between his legs and released his semi hard cock. John moaned and closed his eyes. "Actually..." Sherlock put himself away, zipped up his trousers and said "stop!"

"We are not at your destination yet, sir" the cabby replied.

"I don't care" Sherlock snapped and he thrust some notes into Johns hands. "I can't come with you; you go and see what my dear brother wants. I'll see you later." Before John could protest, Sherlock had bailed from the cab and was hailing another one.

Once in his own cab Sherlock pulled out his phone and sent a text.

I need you now – SH

Not moments later his reply came.

Are you sure that you have the right person? This is Molly – M

I'm not daft Molly Hooper, I need you now; meet me at 221B Baker Street ASAFP! – SH

On my way – M

By the time Sherlock had arrived outside the flat, Molly was walking up to him looking slightly nervous. "What's wrong?" She asked.

"I have a problem I need you to see to." he replied as he unlocked the door and held it open for her.

"Should I be worried?" Sherlock took hold of her arm and felt that her pulse was already racing.

"No" he replied simply as he dropped her arm and continued up the stairs and into the kitchen "tea, coffee?"

"Uhm..."

"Scrap that; no milk." Molly Hooper was staring at Sherlock from the living room; he wanted her, his need was almost crippling him "Molly Hooper."

"Y-yes?"

"I would like to have sex with you."

She blinked at him and opened her mouth "sorry?"

"I would like to have sex with you" he repeated "right now, right here."

"But you-" she took a step toward him "you don't do that...you're A-"

"I'm not Asexual, I'm not heterosexual and I'm not gay. I go with what pleases me at the time and right now that is you. Come here...please" he added.

Molly obliged and walked to face Sherlock with her back against the abnormally clean kitchen table. "Sherlock I-"

He hushed her with a kiss; a short, sweet, hot kiss which left them both panting. Sherlock pressed himself into her and felt Molly gasp as she felt his erection on her stomach. "Touch me" he whispered, voice filled with want and need.

Sherlock moaned as she cupped him and squeezed "trousers off" she panted. Sherlock rushed to obey and pulled his boxers down with them. Molly stared at his impressive erection and then lifted her top over her shoulders and flung it away. Both of them were breathing heavily now and Sherlock just couldn't tear his eyes away from her bare chest; Molly Hooper hadn't been wearing a bra.

"Can I..."

"Oh god, please" she begged as he pressed both of his hands against her breasts and massaged them before pulling her to his mouth again. As they kissed Sherlock worked Molly's skirt and pulled it down with her knickers leaving her standing completely naked in front of him. He removed his shirt quickly and then grabbed her and lifted her onto the table.

Molly moaned as the tip of his penis came into contact with her but he didn't urge it in, instead, one of his hands found its way down, down, down...

"You're so wet" he gasped into her ear as he pushed a finger in and then another, making her writhe against him...moaning audibly. "I want you Molly Hooper"

In response, Molly spread her legs and grabbed his hips as he slid himself in easily before claiming her mouth again and keeping a steady rhythm. "Harder" she moaned against his lips as she felt herself being lowered onto the table "faster!"

Grunting, Sherlock went faster, listening to the sound of his balls slapping against her bum and the noise made Sherlock hum.

Molly hadn't heard anything like it before; it was a heavenly noise...especially coming from Sherlock; the man...the virgin. She cried out and clung onto him as her orgasm took over her body and Sherlock followed moaning so loudly that none of them heard John enter the flat.