A/N: I'm back boys and girls. I am starting an internship tomorrow, so the long commute should hopefully be part of my writing time, other than that the muse may falter and sputter. Anyway this is my next instalment of the somewhat extended 30day OTP challenge.
(Updated 13/2/14 because it was waaaay too short!)
Day 12
Making Out
Calculations
"Sherlock." Molly panted, his lips were pressed to her throat and she was vaguely aware that he was murmuring her name into her sweat slickened skin. "Oh Gods Sherlock!" She cried out and without warning he pressed his lips back to hers, swallowing her moans as she panted.
Their tongues fought for dominance and her hands knotted into his already tangled dark curls. She pulled on the strands and he whined; Sherlock's weak spots. Now he may have the super diligent scientist-slash-detective but Molly had worked on variables of her own when discovering Sherlock's erogenous zones. She'd discovered that it was Sherlock's hair that melted any possession he tried over her, closely followed by his neck.
It had been a fabulous discovery.
Molly was torn away from her somewhat sordid memories by Sherlock's murmurs.
"You've stopped fighting back, and that means you are thinking. What are you think about Molly? What can it possibly be? Is it perhaps…" Molly slapped her hand over his mouth and gave him a warning glare. However it was clear that she had him well trained as he steered away from rational thought, because without another word he was attacking her mouth. His teeth nibbled her bottom lip, but Molly recognised that Sherlock's touches were still being calculated in that never-ceasing brain of his. So she upped the ante – her fingers brushed over his scalp, forehead to nape of his neck and then tugged on his hair until he bared his neck to her. It was an almost instantaneous reaction as she kissed, nibbled and sucked on the smooth skin. He let out a fierce growl and an almost desperate moan.
The assault on his senses had sent logic running and his well hidden animal instincts reared from their cave, deep in his subconscious.
Letting out another wild snarl, Molly stifled a giggle as he picked her up and pressed her against the wall of the supply cupboard. They had already upturned a box of biros as well upsetting a whole tower of printer paper. Sherlock had calculated when Molly would walk past and nabbed her. She had squealed until she saw it was the tall detective before swatting him on the arm. Molly had started to complain that her lunch break was almost over but then he pressed his lips to hers and her mind did that funny blank moment whenever Sherlock was in the room. Her petite frame had been enveloped by his long lean one and she felt an overwhelming sense of security from the man before her. She felt the passion, so usually well-guarded, released when her teeth nibbled the porcelain skin of his neck. Sherlock's hand moved from the back of her neck to fumble for the light switch, plunging the pair into darkness while nimble fingers tugged away the lab coat.
"We can extend your lunch break." That voice sent shivers down her spine and melted Molly's willpower, she just nodded and carried on tugging on his hair.