This is written for Michaela Pendragon Holmes. She's off on a road trip and asked for a Sherlolly story where there are massages and nakedness and the fun ensues. I've warped the original request a bit, partly to honour the road trip but also I've just realised I flipped the request around. She wanted Molly massaging Sherlock and I've written Sherlock massaging Molly. Hope you don't mind Michaela and I hope you have a safe and enjoyable road trip.

Chapter 1

'I still don't understand why we had to drive all the way to Aberdeen,' grumbled Molly as she slowly and stiffly exited the driver's seat of the BMW.

'I've already told you Molly, I needed to prove that it was possible for the murderer to get to Aberdeen station before the 20:47 to London Kings Cross. His alibi is weak and now I know it was possible for him to make the drive in the allotted time whilst avoiding cameras. He must have planned the route in advance which proves premeditation.'

He clapped his hands together in delight and smiled at Molly. 'Oh yes, it's all coming together.'

'That may be so Sherlock but I've just spent fifteen hours in a car and my back is killing me.' Molly arched her back unknowingly pushing her breasts up against the slightly translucent material of her shirt.

Sherlock's eyes flicked down momentarily before returning back to her face. He sniffed. 'I take it you don't want to fly back this evening then?'

'You're damn right I don't. I want a shower, a massage and a comfy bed, preferably with some food and wine thrown in for good measure. I can't believe you aren't stiff.'

Sherlock just raised an eyebrow and smirked and watched as the inevitable blush spread across Molly's face when she realised her double-entendre.

'Fine, give me a minute to call Mycroft; I'm sure something can be arranged. He pulled his phone out and dialled holding it against his ear as he casually strolled away from the car with one hand in his trouser pocket. Molly couldn't help but watch him, enjoying the way the material stretched across his backside. She knew she was staring but watching him could be intoxicating at times, especially when he wasn't aware of her gaze. These were small, snatched moments that she allowed herself infrequently.

A couple of minutes later and Sherlock turned back to her. 'Well the bad news is that there aren't many hotel rooms available due to some event or other that's taking place. Anthea did say what it was but I couldn't be bothered retaining it. The good news is she found us a room at the Marmaison, I told her not to book anything less than four star.'

'Oh, right. Thanks. When you say room though, surely you meant rooms?'

'Technicalities, Molly. Come on, I'll drive.'

Molly groaned at the thought of getting back into the car but with the end in sight it was worth it so she made her way round to the passenger side.

An hour later and Molly was wrapped up in a fluffy white robe and eating a sandwich with a glass of wine at her side. She'd just had a gorgeously hot shower and now she was propped up on a bank of cushions on a huge, comfy bed with the lighting nice and muted so as to not hurt her tired eyes. Life was feeling much better. The kinks in her back hadn't gone away but they were feeling a little better. She took a large gulp of her wine and eyed the bathroom door. The only fly in the ointment was she was definitely sharing it all with Sherlock and that seemed to include a bed for the night.

Apparently this suite was the only one Anthea could find in the city centre at short notice. It was this or a Travelodge and even Molly had to admit that she preferred the luxury option even if it did mean sharing it with the man she'd been in unrequited love with for almost a decade.

She could hear the shower running and she tried not to think about the fact that he was less than fifty feet away from her and naked. She closed her eyes and tried to ignore the way her body was reacting to the images her mind had conjured up. It was in no way helped though when Sherlock exited the room carrying his robe and wearing nothing but a white towel slung around his waist.

He threw the robe on the bed and looked at a couple of small plastic bottles in his hand. Molly had another drink of wine as she tried not to devour him with her eyes; she suspected she was failing though as she watched a single, lucky droplet of water slide down his chest and over his flat stomach until it was absorbed by the towel just by what suspiciously looked like the start of a happy trail.

Desperately she tried to distract herself before she said or did something inappropriate. 'What have you got there then?' She gestured at the bottle; they looked like a couple of the complementary toiletries laid out for them in a basket in the bathroom.

Sherlock looked up at her and smiled. 'Hand lotion and body oil, I think the oil is better don't you?'

She shrugged. 'I don't know. What's it for?'

'Your massage.'

Molly almost choked for a second and ended up coughing and having to take yet another sip of her drink. It was already starting to go to her head and given the bent of the conversation she was suspecting she might be needing a lot more.

'S..sorry?'

'You said you needed a back massage after the journey.'

'Well, I know I said it but I didn't mean it.'

'It's your lucky day then isn't it, because I'm happy to oblige. Now take your robe off and roll over.'

Sherlock had made his way over to the bedside cabinet where he deposited the small bottle before turning to the food cart and pouring himself some wine. He tilted the bottle towards Molly and she nodded, her mind still struggling to comprehend what he was suggesting. He topped up her glass and put the bottle back down before turning back to her.

'Come on Molly, I was going to say we haven't got all night but I suppose we actually have, haven't we.' He smiled and took a drink of his wine.

'I...I can't just strip off.'

He rolled his eyes. 'It's not like I haven't seen a woman naked before Molly, anyway I'm sure you can manage it without flashing everything, if you're so worried.'

She couldn't believe he was actually offering to do this but she decided then and there that she wasn't going to pass this chance up. The thought of him putting his hands on her, no matter how innocently was way too tempting.

'Fine, but at least turn around.'

He huffed but did as she asked and she could hear him picking at the crisps and eating them.

Quick as she could she slid out of her robe and lay down on her front using the robe to cover her bum and tucking it in around her waist. She knew she was probably bright red but as her face was against the pillows she hoped he wouldn't notice.

She still couldn't help the squeak of shock that she let out though as he knelt on the bed before straddling her, sitting on her thighs just below her bum.

She squeaked a second time when he pulled the robe down so it was barely covering her backside as opposed to being up around her waist.

'Relax Molly but I actually do need access to your back for this to be effective.'

She could almost hear the smirk in his voice but her disgruntlement was superseded by hearing him undo the bottle of oil followed by a slick, slurp of the viscous liquid as he rubbed his hands together warming it. She couldn't help it but she knew she was holding her breath as she waited for the first touch and even though she was expecting it she still jumped as he placed his hands on her back at the level of her waist and then let them smoothly glide up to her shoulders.

Within seconds Molly was moaning in reaction to his touch. His hands felt as though they covered more of her skin than they ought to; they were warm and his touch was firm and confident. He swept back down spreading the oil across her back almost to her backside. She should have been embarrassed about her reaction but she was too lost in the sensation.

As he moved across her muscles working his thumbs up her spine Molly knew she was being far more vocal than she ought to be but she couldn't seem to rein it in. He worked up and then over her shoulders and her neck and it was not just blissful but deeply arousing and Molly was acutely aware that she was starting to get wet, her muscles deep inside her starting to react. If this had been anyone else in this situation she would be taking it as a precursor to sex and it seemed her body couldn't make that differentiation.

It wasn't helped by the fact that each time his hands moved down he seemed to push her robe further and further south, his hands covering more and more of her backside squeezing the skin and kneading the muscles.

He shifted slightly against her and then reached for the bottle needing more oil but not before she heard him take another draught of his wine. This had her leaning up and twisting around to reach for her own glass, needing something, anything, to calm her. It felt as though her body was on fire for him and she knew it was wrong.

As she clutched at her naked breasts with one hand and held the glass with the other she couldn't help but meet Sherlock's gaze and what she saw there just confused her. He looked...aroused and she saw his eyes move down to where she was barely covering herself and he was...staring.

She wasn't sure if it was the wine or the situation but she put her glass back and then took a deep breath before she started to roll onto her back, forcing him to lift off her a little to accommodate the movement.

For a second she lay there looking up at him then she slowly moved her arm and hand away from her breasts. Her heart was beating out of her chest and she honestly had no idea how he would react. His eyes travelled over her chest as he distractedly rubbed his hands together warming a new batch of oil but rather than reject her he tentatively placed his hands on her ribs, his thumbs brushing the underside of her breasts, almost reverently, and she let out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. Her gamble appeared to have paid off.

For a couple of seconds his hands didn't move but then he let them glide up and over the mounds of her breasts, the oil aiding his movements making everything slick and sensual. He carried on going, moving up to her shoulders and down her upper arms before returning back to her ribs and repeating the move. The feel of his rough, familiar hands on her naked skin was almost too much to bear and Molly knew that she was desperate for more.

It seems they are well on their way to the happy ending but are you...happy that is ;). You know how needy I get so let me know if you want the second and final chapter.