Molly and Sherlock haven't seen each other in a long time due to a case that has taken Sherlock out of London for two weeks. At this point they need each other desperately...

Just a smutty little one-shot, enjoy!

Sex with Sherlock Holmes

Sex with Sherlock Holmes. Something that Molly was asked about by numerous people in numerous different ways: news reporters, colleagues at work, even by Mary when they had both drank one glass of wine too many. She understood the interest of course; Sherlock was a very private man, not to mention how elusive and mysterious he could be to the public. But Molly wasn't just his pathologist anymore. She was the only person who knew the real Sherlock; John may argue at this statement but he never got to see the tender, loving side of Sherlock and neither did anyone else. Only her.

This gentle side of the detective would usually be seen after a case, when he had solved it and was content with that because it meant that he could spend more time with Molly, spend more time on Molly. The way he would kiss her was passionate, he would touch her lightly as if she were made of glass sending shivers throughout her whole body. He would thrust in and out of her as slowly as he could, drawing out her orgasm whilst his hands explored the rest of her body, his mouth was usually at her breasts, nipping and biting at them, always leaving red marks to show that he had been there.

There was of course the other side of the consulting detective. The side that was seen more by the public. Molly enjoyed the tender Sherlock because he was for her and nobody else. However, in the bedroom, Molly secretly preferred having the high-functioning sociopath make love to her. He was rough, but not so rough as to hurt her. He dominated her and was demanding of her attention, but still took time in leaving no part of her skin untouched. Sherlock devoured her and she loved it. This Sherlock would be during a case or when there was a lack of them and he became restless, Molly was his favourite distraction.

Now, all of this was all well and good except from the little issue of them not having had sex for the past two weeks. Two weeks! It was driving Molly insane; she had tried pleasuring herself but she had grown accustomed to Sherlock's touch almost every day and now, nothing could replace it. That would change today though, Sherlock came back from his case today and had promised to her over the phone that he would not leave 221B again until he had had his fill of her, he sounded as desperate for her on the phone as she felt for him, which told Molly that maybe today would be a mixture of 'both Sherlock's' as she like to put it.

Molly was too busy daydreaming that she didn't realise that the consulting detective was actually standing at the door of, now their flat, staring at Molly with his eyes wide and mouth hanging slightly open. She was sitting in his chair with nothing on but one of his shirts (the purple one – it was her favourite), her hair up in a messy bun which left strands of it framing her face beautifully and a book in her hand. She had never looked sexier.

Eventually Molly looked up and saw Sherlock standing there, still gobsmacked. 'Sherlock! How long have you been standing there, you have no idea how much I've missed you!' She ran up to the detective who managed to catch her as she jumped onto him just in time.

'I've missed you too.' He didn't have time to say anything else as Molly's lips were already on his, her hands pushing his coat and scarf off as he carried her to their bedroom.

Instead of putting her on the bed he put her against the wall and pinned her wrists above her head so that she couldn't touch him as he kissed and bit down her neck – it looked like it would be rough Sherlock after all. Her moans of pleasure were what fuelled Sherlock on to pay close attention to what she wanted, to what made her feel good. As he reached her breasts he couldn't be bothered to unbutton the shirt covering them so he ripped the garment open, sending buttons scattering all over the floor like confetti.

'Sherlock that one's my favourite!'

He grunted 'Don't worry I have more.' Molly felt him smirk against her neck before placing his mouth on one of her nipples and biting down. This made her moan louder, she wanted more. Sherlock decided to move this to the bed and he picked her back up, letting go of her wrists. He dropped Molly onto the bed and continued to work on her breasts, massaging one as he nipped and licked at the other, alternating every now and then.

Molly was sure that she was about to orgasm and Sherlock had barely touched her anywhere yet. 'Sherlock, please…'

He carried on with his hand yet stopped with his mouth to speak: 'Patience is a virtue, Doctor Hooper.' She loved it when he called her that and the git knew it. Molly managed to get her words out as Sherlock continued his ministrations: 'Says y-you.' He could only smile and started to kiss and bite his way down her stomach and thigh. Molly was expecting him to tease her even more but he wasted no time in delving right into her wet folds, he had missed her body so much.

Molly almost screamed in ecstasy as moved her hand down to Sherlock's hair which she gripped tightly. His tongue was on her clit now as he flicked at it and inserted three fingers into her wetness, curving them inside of her to hit that sweet spot that he knew made her come undone before him. Molly was seriously about to climax but before she could, Sherlock took his fingers out and sucked them clean before moving back up to Molly so that he could kiss her. Their tongues explored each other's mouths and she could taste herself on him.

As he started to kiss her neck again Molly started to take off Sherlock's clothes, realising that he was, for some reason, still dressed; she wanted to feel his skin on hers. When she got to his trousers her desperation for him to be inside of her took over and they were off in no time. Tender Sherlock was back as he was gently massaging Molly's clit with his fingers and sucking gently on her neck.

Just as Molly thought he was going to stay, the high-functioning sociopath returned and thrust into her without a warning. Molly's back arched as he entered her and she grazed her nails along Sherlock's back sending electricity down his spine, charging him to go faster; nobody could make him feel this way. Only Molly Hooper. As he picked up speed Sherlock buried his head in Molly's neck, breathing in her scent. Both their moans grew louder: 'God Sherlock I can't hold on any longer.' The detective couldn't get his words out as they both climaxed together.

As they calmed down from their high Sherlock rolled over next to Molly and smiled his sideways smile 'Hi'. This made Molly giggle and she was so out of breath that she could do nothing else but say the same back: 'Hi'

The next few minutes were filled with lazy kisses and 'I love you's'. Before they went to sleep Sherlock turned to Molly with a grin: 'Next time I go on a case that long, you're coming with me.'