Caught in the act
Wow! I'm producing these fics surprisingly fast! I guess that what happens when you're trying to avoid homework. Little bit of smut in this story and much shorter than my last few stories.
Sherlock clutched Molly as they stumbled into the bedroom, attempting to unhook her bra as their mouths refused to leave each other's with the brief exception of breathing. This hadn't been the first time, in fact many of Molly's visits ended like this. Science, dinner, sex, occasionally it was even the other way around. It had become alike to a choreographed dance that they both had learned of by heart. Slowly learning each other's needs and fulfilling them one by one.
Molly had ripped off and discarded his shirt ages ago and was now beginning to leave small delicate love bites down his neck. Kissing them softly before biting down.
Sherlock moaned in pleasure, his hands wandering down her back to her trousers, beginning to slip them off.
"Sherlock, Greg's been trying to- HOLY SHIT!" John exclaimed, barging into the room without knocking, the two half naked lovers staring at him. They all stood shocked for a few seconds.
"John!" Molly screeched as he continued to stare at her, causing her to quickly wrap her arms around her breasts.
"Oh! Shit! Yeah, sorry!" He yelped, covering his eyes with his hand as his voice seemed to raise in pitch.
"John I'm quite busy at the moment so sod off!" Sherlock barked at him before going back to making out with Molly.
"You don't need to tell me twice!" He called, turning and practically sprinting out of the apartment.
That was the last time John walked into 221B without knocking first.