Act 2 : Has the beginning already an end?
Warm, soft, bare skin under long, slender fingers...
A gentle touch on the chest ...
A breathless kiss on a slightly opened mouth ...
A nimble, silky tongue that slides keen over soft skin ...
Then a strangled, lustful panting...
And a name…
"…Molly…"
"Will you handover the small test tube!"
Molly and John both looked up from their documents, didn't know to whom he was talking.
Sherlock pointed left past them without looking up from his microscope and Molly turned around, searching for a moment for the subject.
She discovered it lying directly behind her on the desk and she leaned over, grabbed it with her right.
Molly got up and walked over to Sherlock to put the glass into his outstretched hand.
As their fingertips touched he looked up briefly and their eyes met.
His body hard but not unpleasant over her...
His hands touching her everywhere and caressing her body ..
His mouth kissing her senseless...
Her name, overcast with lust, out of his mouth, softly, almost in a whisper ...
"…Molly…"
Molly swallowed hard as he turned back to his experiments, a light grin on his lips.
She paused and turned again to her files, tried to store as many details as possible in her brain.
But her concentration passed terribly fast as she felt Johns gaze on her back.
Sighing she turned around and looked at him quizzically.
"You're alright, Molly?"
She shivered and tensed slightly. "Yes, of course."
He shrugged his shoulders and Molly spotted how Sherlock watched them carefully from the corner of his eyes.
She swallowed nervously and refocused on his best friend. "Why do you ask, John?"
"You look tired." he smiled softly. "You haven't by any chance helped Sherlock with his experiments last night, have you?"
Molly's heart beat anxiously in her chest.
Experiments…
If John only knew what both had in fact experimented with yesterday.
Or maybe he did know something?
What if Sherlock had told him about last night?
She opened her mouth to give him some vaguely answer.
But before she could get caught in a bad lie Sherlock replied for her in an unusual soft voice.
"You caught us, John. Last night I had trouble with some results and therefore I asked Molly to help me. Somehow we probably both lost track of time and before we knew it it was already half past midnight."
Surprised they both turned around to fase Sherlock who continued to work at his microscope.
Molly could clearly hear in his words that she should support him in his statement.
So she nodded. "Yes, that's right. We somehow lost track of time..."
Again her thoughts flashed back to what had happened last night and for a brief moment her cheeks were flaming red.
She quickly turned back to her files, turning her red face away from John.
He looked puzzled for a moment before he turned his attention back to Molly.
"You know, Molly. Maybe it is about time to simply say no to him." He whispered softly to her.
If he only knew how very difficult it was to say NO.
He rose and remained undecided in the doorway.
"I'm going to lunch. You two probably do not want anything?" He asked aloud.
Molly shook her head gratefully and sat motionless, Sherlock gave as always no answer.
With a resigned "Okay" John left the laboratory.
For a long moment neither spoke before Molly softly whispered. "That was close."
Sherlock made no sound but agreed to her secretly.
She sighed and stood up, stepped cautiously behind him. "Have you found something?"
Sherlock shook his head. "No, nothing special."
He took the tube in his hand and threw it beside him in the bucket.
"I'll probably have to try several experiments to convict our man with sufficient evidence or otherwise I have Graham troubling me all the time."
It's Greg, but you do know this, don't you?
Sherlock sighed briefly and pulled his coat over his shoulders.
"Tell John I'm going back to Baker Street."
She nodded and watched him as he left the laboratory with quick steps.
Finally her heartbeat calmed down, had it struck in an unnatural rhythm all the time during his presence.
Molly sighed and began to clean Sherlock's working place and threw the damaged and used tubes which he had left lying around into the bin.
A few minutes later – she was still unsuccessfully trying to check through some results - her lab coat was slightly vibrating and hesitantly she took out her cell phone.
Looking pensive at the screen and opening the incoming message Molly's breath hitched in her throat.
Appointment still set? - SH
For a brief moment a sad smile appeared on Molly's lips but she hesitated with her answer, remained motionless on the keyboard of her phone.
Her mind screamed for her to stop this relationship or what it was between them.
Her body however advised her to take what she could get.
Better than to miserably wait and hope.
And Molly wanted only him, the great unique detective, only him, Sherlock Holmes.
There was unfortunately no doubt in that.
She winced frightened when her phone received a second message.
I am waiting...- SH
Her heart and mind raced.
What should she answer him?
Of course she had no intention to stop it.
But she wanted so much more than just that.
Another incoming message and she blinked hard.
Molly ! - SH
She scolded herself inwardly as a fool.
In the end it was – as always - her fault.
**48 h before the Act**
"... and I am done with it to tell you every single time! Clean up your own dirt! I'm not your maid, Sherlock Holmes!"
Molly had once and for all enough of this terrible man.
She knew that he shamelessly used the illegal body parts to make experiments in her lab or sometimes even at home.
But for the first time in those many years she saw now also a risk for her job.
Mike Stamford was not stupid and Molly was sure that he knew what Sherlock did, that he knew the she, Molly Hooper, was helping and giving him the body parts.
But it was still illegal and someday it would cause many problems, for her, for Sherlock and also for Mike Stamford.
And also if she secretly admired Sherlock she also loved her work she did in St. Barts.
And her work was in the end much more important to her than the damn detective.
"Molly, I really hate to say it. But I think it's time that you finally meet again someone who is able to satisfy you properly. Your mood lately is hardly much to bear. "
The thick silence which followed was palpable.
Molly blinked in disbelief, unsure whether she just dreamed or if Sherlock had actually spoken.
She turned slowly - definitely too slow for Sherlock's taste - to face him, her posture difficult to deduce.
But under the mask of horror it was boiling violently.
Molly was not sure how long she could hold her anger back.
After all Sherlock "I'm-married-with-my-work-and-caring-is-not-an-advantage" Holmes made it aloud that she suffered from chronical lack of sex!
Why was it her fault that the only one appealing, attractive and sexy person she knew was the man standing right in front of her?
The look that hit him from her hazel-brown eyes would make him drop dead to the spot if Molly would have had the choice.
She gasped for air. "Are you implying that I only need a guy again between my legs so I will hop merrily singing again over the place?"
Molly had great difficulty to keep her anger under control and to not jump on Sherlock and strangle him to death.
And what was his answer?
Instead of calm things down and to reassure her he didn't meant it that way- after all, it was his fault that she was angry - he grinned.
Yes, indeed!
He had the nerve to grin at her.
"Well, I would never expressed it that way, but you definitely have understood what I…"
"Keep your mouth shut!" Her face was crimson.
Whether out of shame or anger both could not say.
But her sudden outbreak surprised both equally.
Sherlock remained relaxed and laughed silently.
Any other man would have been pleading and begging on his knees.
But he could not held back also his next comment.
"I am really impressed, Molly Hooper." He looked at her pleasurably. "This wild side on you is completely unknown to me. And I do really wonder if your blush goes deeper down your body. Care to let me find out? "
Stunned she looked at him, then turned around, ready to leave the lab before she killed him by hand.
"Fuck off, Sherlock!"
"I gladly would do this to you..." his answer came fast - maybe a little too fast - from his lips.
Laughing he bent down the old pair of laboratory gloves that Molly had thrown at him.
Her eyes narrowed and she grinned naughty. "Oh Sherlock, are you sure how to do it properly?"
His eyes darkened at her words, any fun between them now gone.
"Do not test me, Dr Hooper." was the dangerously slow reply from him and Molly's skin began to tingle.
Now or never !
"All right, Mr Holmes. I'll take your challenge."
Her eyes flashed as her dumbest idea was going through her mind, but the words were out quickly and could no longer be taken back.
"Molly...", warned Sherlock and took a step backwards.
"Fear, Sherlock Holmes? Are you making a retreat now? Moments ago you clearly wanted to fuck me off..."
Her voice was stronger than Molly internally felt.
Did he see how much her hands were shaking?
Her mind went blank as he suddenly stood very close, his eyes not leaving hers.
Molly even believed she could feel his breath – which faintly smelled like mint tobacco - on her face.
Nervously she chewed on her lower lip and tried to remain cool.
At her thoughtless gesture Sherlock's eyes flicked quickly between her eyes and lips.
As his face came closer Molly was sure that he wanted to kiss her, but instead he loudly cleared his throat and then backed away.
"I am married to my work, Molly and I do no romantic relationships. That's not really my area as you well know."
Always the same old story.
The thing had been done for him apparently.
But Molly was done with giving up.
She was not sure where she got the courage for her next words though.
"I have never spoken of a romantic relationship, Sherlock."
His silence was answer enough and Molly knew she had taken him by surprise.
Maybe she even had completely destroyed his view on her.
But she could not care less about that at the moment.
"You are talking about ..." Sherlock dared not to speak the words out loud.
Now it was her turn to grin at him. „You heard right, Sherlock. I mean it. Wild and unrestrained sex. Quite a lot of it."
Her grin deepened even more as his eyes widened almost timid at her words.
„I hope I do not alarm you with this topic?" Her innocent question was thick with sarcasm.
„Sex doesn't alarm me.", came his quick reply, however, his eyes spoke volumes.
"Well, I have heard other stuff but how would I know?" Molly replied cheekily.
Sherlock's posture changed and he was dangerously close to her again.
„You really want to play. Sure you want to play with me?"
His deep voice sent shivers down her spine and Molly blinked surprised as he grabbed her roughly by her arms and pulled her closer.
His mouth brushed slightly over her left cheek and she tried to control her heartbeat with deep and steady breaths.
"Feel yourself warned, Molly Hooper." She heard his hoarse voice. "No one challenges me with impunity. I hope you know what you have begun..."
He leaned back slowly and looked at her with an enigmatic look.
Her world came completely out of balance when he raised his hand and stroked gently over her cheek.
Molly's eyes burned as she dared not to blink, out of fear that she was again caught in one of her most beautiful dreams.
His thumb caressed sensuously over her lips and she closed her eyes, took a shaky breath.
"Molly ..."
She opened her eyes again, Sherlock's lips only a few inches away from hers.
His gaze was intense as he got over the last piece of distance that separated them.
At first he seemed to test the dangerous waters where they moved.
When Molly slowly reacted and put her hands around his neck, he pulled her hard on himself and deepened the kiss.
She let out a low moan as his tongue pushed gently but firmly between her lips into her mouth to touch her also waiting tongue.
Sherlock was however stepping away after a few moments, his eyes shining wide with amusement. "Why not do it right here, right now?"
She swallowed hard and stumbled back. "W-What? N-n-no ...! "
Her face felt incredibly hot.
Also the awfully stuttering had returned and Molly cursed inwardly, annoyed at herself.
But the deep and somehow sexy grin fell not from his face. "As if it would bother anyone!"
"Sherlock!"
"All right, all right!" He chuckled and turned away towards the door.
In the open doorway he stopped and turned back around to face her. "Then I will have to come tomorrow night, Molly..."
Judging by his grin he was fully aware of the double meaning in his statement and she could not help but blush again as she felt her nipple harden.
Didn't know I would like this kind of talking...
"...when you are ready." He winked at her mischievously and left, without waiting for a final answer, the laboratory.
Once he was out of the room Molly fell hard on the next desk chair.
Her fingers hesitantly hovered over her lips as she buried stupidly grinning her head in her arms.
And now she sat here again, two days after this arrangement, one day after "the act".
She could still feel his body on herself.
The sweet pain between her legs, which would probably be gone in a few hours, helped her to feel that the previous day was not a dream.
Molly was suddenly torn from her thoughts when the doors to her laboratory opened.
She looked up and directly into Sherlock's eyes.
Damn it!
"You do not react to any of my messages." He said bluntly and locked the door behind him, which caused Molly's heartbeat to speed up immediately.
"I ..."
Oh God, I can't.
"Are you giving up already?" He interrupted her bored, taking the coat off his shoulders.
Molly got up and shook his head.
"N-No, I ..."
I just cannot have only sex with you, Sherlock.
He looked at her expectantly, his arms crossed over his chest.
Molly sighed and licked her lips nervously.
"Sherlock, I ..."
I love you and this makes the whole situation for me too difficult.
But he did not let her have her say, only pulled her into his arms.
She tried to protest but before she knew it he had sealed her lips with his.
The vehemence with which he kissed her surprised and startled her for a moment but without resistance she responded eagerly.
A few moments later he broke the kiss but still kept her in his arms.
"Don't do that." He whispered dangerously.
She looked at him questioningly. "What?"
He pulled her as close to him as it was possibly and Molly felt clearly how hard he already was.
"Can you feel that?"
She nodded slowly.
She felt also the strong heartbeat under her hands, felt the fine muscles under her fingertips.
Naked skin on naked skin ...
Sensual kisses on her neck and chest ...
Her soft body slowly moving under his ...
Fingers, passionate digging into flesh ...
Her name from his mouth ...
"... Molly ..."
She came back from her memories and blinked, her mind still clouded.
Sherlock's eyes were on hers, his arms gentle around her body.
He gave her time, a lot of time and tried not to put pressure on her.
And Molly knew that she had not think, not to be afraid.
And why should she?
She knew Sherlock.
She trusted him unconditionally.
He would never hurt her.
And what was more important: he would never ask questions.
Slowly a small smile on her face began to spread.
Without lowering her eyes she absently slid her fingers over his chest, then opened impatiently the buttons of his shirt to gently stroke over the underneath hidden skin.
Maddeningly slow she let her hip rub against his.
She was slightly amused as she felt him getting harder.
"Molly .." Sherlock was groaning, his eyes clouded with desire.
His grip on her body had intensified, his breath was ragged.
She grinned boldly before she went on her knees before him.
"Without dirty thoughts you wouldn't have closed the door, would you?"
And with those final words she opened his trousers.
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MajinMicha
