So this started out as a one shot but it's developed and now it's a bit of a work in progress with scope to keep adding to it. Anyway, have a read, see what you think and we can chat at the end of the chapter.

I do want to dedicate this to and say a huge thank you to Lilsherlockian1975 for her help and support with this and with everything. She's not only given me hundreds of laughs and lots of feedback but also a prompt for chapter 3 which I hope you'll enjoy once I've finished writing it.

As with all my fics I own none of the characters just the nugget of an idea. Now let the smut commence.

Chapter 1 - Sherlock and Outside

Molly wasn't exactly bored. She had had a very busy day so far, autopsy wise, and now she was helping Sherlock with some tests. None of them were important, he didn't have a case at the moment but they were all in varying stages of development and she had about twenty minutes free before she could start analysing the results. So, she wasn't not busy but she was fed up of work stuff and tests so instead she was doodling on her notepad remembering the TV show she'd watched the night before. It was some American vampire show but the lead actors had been quite hot and it had been entertaining enough.

They'd been playing a drinking game called Never Have I Ever and the vampires in the group had lost on the basis that they'd been alive for centuries and had done most of the things mentioned. It had got her thinking about all the things she hadn't done. Given the nature of the show most of the activities had been sexual and she smirked as she started to write her own list. She'd considered herself reasonably adventurous in the bedroom but as the list grew she thought maybe she hadn't been as open to new ideas as she thought she'd been, or maybe she just hadn't had the right partner.

She almost laughed out loud at her first item but stifled it. With Sherlock in the room with her, albeit at a different table, it wouldn't do for him to guess what she was up to. So item one on the list remained; Never Have I Ever had sex with Sherlock Holmes.

It amused her for the next fifteen minutes or so but when the machine housing his cultures pinged to say they were complete she had torn off the page, balled it up and thrown it in the nearest rubbish bin.

She thought about it again the next day; the overwhelming heat; making her remember the fourth, or was it fifth item, she'd written down. Never have I ever had sex outdoors.

Yes she'd made out with guys outside. Behind someone's house at an eighteenth, a quick fumble in a play park on her way back from a night in the pub with her boyfriend of that time. But she'd never actually done it outside, never really been given the opportunity and never really pursued it but it was definitely on her list of things to do before she hit middle age.

The trouble was middle age was fast approaching and she didn't even have a casual fling let alone an actual boyfriend and she was damned if she was going to pick up some random guy and have sex outside like a hooker. No, she needed to bide her time and find the right guy. She kicked herself that she hadn't thought about it when she was with Tom. He would have given her a list of reasons why they shouldn't but he'd been very malleable and she would have worn him down in the end. She just hadn't thought of it then.

She absolutely knew why she was thinking about it today though and he was once more sat right in front of her and today's exceptional temperatures were just making her feel hot and more than slightly horny as she tried her best not to stare at him.

She blamed the heat wave for her mood and her current frustrations. Bit by bit every year summer seemed to be getting earlier and earlier and this year was no exception. It was late May and the temperatures outside were a blistering 90F and rising. Sherlock hadn't been seen in his beloved Belstaff for almost a month and now he was turning up at Barts either completely missing a jacket or with it slung over his shoulder, his shirt sleeves rolled up showing off his slim but muscled arms, leaving Molly longing to slide her hands over them.

They both tended to gravitate towards the morgue which was the only place temperature regulated enough to keep them cool but it wasn't always possible to work there. The tests Sherlock needed to carry out yesterday and today had had to be done in the lab and that meant heat. Even with all the windows open there just seemed to be no let up and no air.

Molly was down to wearing just her thin summer dress; her lab coat had long since been removed and she was repeatedly fanning herself with her files in a bid to cool down.

'God, Sherlock how do you manage to keep so cool? I'm way too hot. I'm not built for this weather at all.'

She saw his eyes flick over in her direction before they continued their perusal of his slides. He had been spending a lot more time with her since John and Mary had had the baby. Molly knew he was just seeking companionship and that was fine by her. They'd settled into an easy routine and they got along surprisingly well. Gone were the false compliments and lies, instead he was just her friend. It was just a shame she was still irrevocably in lust with him.

'I'm not so sure I do stay cool better but maybe if you stopped all that flapping around and just accepted the heat it wouldn't bother you so much.' His rich baritone seemed to slide over her skin causing her to shudder.

She put her file back down, maybe he was right. All she seemed to be doing was moving the hot air around and making her arm muscles ache to boot.

'Thank God my shift is nearly over. At least then I can go and collapse outside in some shade. I'd kill for an ice cream, anything to make me cooler.'

Sherlock lifted his head and raised an eyebrow, 'well as motives go, killing for an ice cream would be a little outré. I'm sure I'd have it deduced before you could even eat it though.'

She chuckled at his joke, enjoying the easy camaraderie. 'Don't suppose you fancy joining me do you?'

Molly surprised herself asking him that. It had been years since she had asked him out, not that that was what she was doing but it suddenly felt close enough to be worrisome.

He glanced at his watch and then at the window before sighing, 'why not, it's not as though I have a case at the moment. Work has been unusually slow, especially given the weather. The heat normally causes arguments, which lead to murder, which lead to me. But this time, nothing. It's very disappointing.'

Molly smiled to herself, only Sherlock could be disappointed by a lack of heatwave inspired murders. She wished it were the same with regards to natural deaths but the hot weather had caused the expected peak and had been keeping her, and all the other pathologists across the capital, very busy.

An hour later and Molly found herself moaning out loud and licking her ice cream, prompting another raised eyebrow from her companion. They'd ended up taking a cab from Bart's to Regents Park after Sherlock realised that Molly intended to just find a cafe for her ice cream; on the basis that there were no decent parks near the hospital. He also refused to travel by tube.

'You have to be joking Molly. I'm not sitting on a train in this temperature with all those sweaty bodies. Don't be ridiculous,' he put a hand up as she started to object, 'I'll pay.' Molly decided to make the most of his generosity and figured she could as easily get the tube from Baker St to her flat as from the hospital.

His largesse continued when they arrived at the park with Sherlock buying Molly a double 99 with a flake and strawberry sauce.

'Are you not having anything then?' She asked as they walked away to find a quiet spot where she could eat it.

'Well, I figured I could just have some of yours...it is an extra-large one...'

She rolled her eyes but smiled and held it out to him unable to tear her eyes away as she watched his tongue sweep around the ice cream and back into his mouth. Unusually for him he'd put a pair of sunglasses on and it made him seem more normal somehow, less intimidating than when she could see his eyes.

He handed the ice cream back and Molly tried not to think about the fact that her mouth was where his had just been.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock found a secluded place for them both in the corner of a more formal laid out garden with rose beds and herbs which sent a delicious but not overpowering scent into the air. He sank down under a tree leaning his back against it whilst Molly sat at his knees facing him.

The sun was casting longer shadows on the ground now and the heat was slightly less oppressive than it had been even an hour earlier. Silently they passed the ice cream back and forth until eventually he waved her offer away, his head falling back onto the bark of the tree.

He felt strangely peaceful here in the gardens with Molly. He hadn't slept well the last couple of nights and now he felt a listlessness wash over him as he watched Molly eating the ice cream. The world, with all its rushing and stresses, seemed a million miles away.

He found his gaze fixated on her, watching as she leant back on one hand on the grass eating and licking at the almost finished ice cream. She'd taken her hair down in the taxi and he liked the way it fell in waves over her shoulder lit up by the evening sun.

He watched as almost in slow motion some of the melted ice cream oozed out from the bottom of the cone and fell onto her breast bone. Molly let out a quiet yelp as the cold liquid hit her skin but before she could find a tissue or anything to clean it up Sherlock found himself reaching forwards and wiping it off with the pad of his thumb before bringing it to his mouth. He could taste the mixture of sweat and ice cream and it made him feel hungry for more.

Molly's face showed her shock at his actions and he found himself chuckling at her wide eyes and slack, open mouth. She was oblivious to the next drop of ice cream which landed high on her breast and started to travel around the globe of it and down.

He felt as though he were in some kind of dream as he pulled her towards him and bent his head to trace the path of the ice cream with his tongue. If anything it tasted better than it had previously.

He sensed, rather than heard, the gasp and guttural moan of desire that Molly let out as his mouth touched her skin. With ease he lifted her, just enough so she sat astride his lap, without his mouth ever leaving her skin.

Distantly he heard her try to speak, 'Sherlock, what are you...oh...'

As he gently swept her dress and bra strap off her shoulder her hands tentatively moved into his hair and her nails scraped across his scalp sending small shockwaves over his skin. The moment her breast was revealed to him he took her already hardened nipple into his mouth and swept his tongue over it. He felt his body relax as he gave in to all those physical desires and urges that he'd been holding in for so long now.

Eventually he pulled back releasing her nipple with a satisfying pop. As he lifted his head he looked into her eyes and noticed they were almost black. He knew if he took her pulse it would be elevated, she desired him just as much as he desired her.

As he moved to kiss her he could feel her pressing against his burgeoning erection. He put one hand against her lower back so he could add more pressure grinding them both against each other even as his tongue invaded her mouth, tasting the ice cream once more. The kiss was like a drug in the way it affected both his mind and his body.

His thoughts stopped spinning and calculating and churning and all centred in on one thing; Molly. He wanted to feel her, to see her...all of her and to taste her. He vaguely wondered how the ice cream would taste on her quim and he promised himself he'd try it sometime but right now the remains of their current ice cream was lying forgotten somewhere to his right and all his attention was currently focused on kissing his Molly.

He continue to rock them both gently with his left hand on her lower back even as his right found her knee and started to travel up the length of her thigh. Her skin was hot to the touch and smooth. She hardly seemed to notice what he was doing until he shifted her slightly and she realised with a shock that she was rocking against his hand and his fingers were deftly moving her pants aside so he could drive them into her warm centre.

She broke off from the kiss and looked at him with a mixture of desire and bewilderment. She brought one hand to his face and removed his sunglasses, almost as if she were trying to prove to herself that this was really Sherlock that she was engaging in foreplay with. Whatever she saw in his eyes convinced her because she cupped his face and kissed him again before letting her hands move to his neck and down to the front of his shirt releasing the first couple of buttons. Her hands felt hot on his skin and he could feel his own desperation mirrored in her touch.

'We can't,' she finally gasped, holding his wrist to still the actions of his hand, 'it's too public.'

He had already moved his lips to her neck, 'no, it's not. There's no one even close by. And I can feel your orgasm Molly; it's close, too close. Are you sure you want to stop now? Isn't this what you always wanted; sex with me and sex outdoors? I'm offering you both...all you have to do is say yes.' He sucked on the skin on the base of her neck knowing she would give in to him but needing to hear her say it.

Her head fell back and her eyes closed as he once again moved his hand lazily against her clit with his fingers still deep inside her, 'oh God...yes, yes.'

He soon removed his hand as she unfastened his trousers helping him pull them down just enough. Then she lifted herself on her knees and he felt the head of his erection graze against the wet heat of her, making him inhale heavily. He closed his eyes and gripped her hips as she gently lowered herself into him. He'd thought he was ready, he'd thought he would be able to handle the sensations but he wasn't and he couldn't.

His eyes snapped open and he let out a loud groan as she finally impaled herself onto his hardened length, 'God Molly...I can't...you feel too good.' For the life of him he couldn't remember why he had resisted for so long and why he had kept Molly at such an arm's length. Maybe, deep down, he had always known it would come to this. That he would lose himself in her.

She kissed him once more as she started to move against him and he could feel her tight, white heat stroking him and pulling his climax from him. He tried to keep his senses alert to any signs of people around them but to be honest he was failing. All he could think about was how they were connected and how she was making him feel and he just wanted to fuck her and feel her come.

He knew she was close; her breathing was coming faster and she was no longer able to concentrate on kissing him instead she moved her lips to his neck and he could hear her saying his name over and over, mixed in with expletives and cries to any god that was listening. Just at the point he thought he couldn't hold on any longer he felt her muscles tighten around him milking his orgasm from him as she came. It was like an explosion whiting out his mind and his senses leaving a trail of blissful pleasure in its wake.

Gradually he started to be more aware of his surroundings again; the sound of the birds overhead, the fading heat of the sun on his skin and Molly holding him even as she let him slip from her body. As soon as they were separated he wanted to be joined with her again. He needed it the way that he needed breath in his lungs and work for his brain.

She moved back a little but not completely. 'Do you want to sort yourself out?' She whispered, indicating to his lap which was still covered by her skirt, as she looked around nervously; breathing a sigh of relief as she realised they were still alone; they'd got away with it.

He pulled his trousers up and refastened them before she slid off his lap completely; pulling her dress back up and running her hands through her hair. He noticed that she wasn't making eye contact with him at all and he knew exactly why. She was worried about how he would react to them having sex, that this would be a one off or that he would go back to treating her off-handedly.

He stood and re-tucked his shirt before doing up the buttons she'd undone and then he held his hand out to help her up. Shyly she accepted his offer and as she stood he pulled her to him. He caught her round her waist before using his free hand to lift her chin until she finally looked him in the eye.

'Molly, I know I've told you before that I need you and that you are the person who counts the most. This time I've shown you and I expect it to not be the last time...unless of course, you want it to be?'

'No, God, no, I do want to do it again...' She blushed at her awkward phrasing and tried to look away but he just smiled and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips felt soft and yielding as they moved against his perfectly. He felt her hands slide around his neck and into his hair pulling on it lightly, sending shivers down his spine. He'd thought having sex would sate him for a bit but it seemed not, if anything he wanted it more than he had just now.

'Maybe we should make our way to my flat. We've already ticked outdoor sex off your to do list maybe we can find some other activities that are... less public,' he couldn't help the smirk which spread over his face as he remembered something, 'for example I still have a pair of Gavin's handcuffs.'

The look on her face told her exactly what he needed to know before she coloured up and lightly punched his chest. 'Oh my God Sherlock I can't believe you suggested that.'

'I can't believe you reacted like that. Come on, I'm sure there's a set of keys with them so we won't have to call him to release you.' With that she laughed, 'who said they'd be for me?' Then her laughter doubled at the look on his face before he took her hand and led her home.

So, Sherlock's given a few clues as to what he might have done but Molly hasn't picked up on them yet...have you? The next chapter is written and I'll post it in a couple of days. But let me know if there are any 'never have they ever' suggestions that you'd like to put forward for inclusion.

In the meantime you know the drill, review, review, review ;)