Hands up all those who thought this was a Sherlolly story! Sorry to disappoint and you're welcome for some Molliarty goodness!
Be forewarned, this chapter is NOT for those alarmed by sex.
"You can't go to work." He said in her ear, still teasing between her legs. She'd rolled onto her back now. He gently pulled her top up over her breasts and began kissing them. The pale skin of her chest and stomach was blushing wherever his mouth had been. The course hair of his five o'clock shadow was lightly tickling her flesh.
"Jim, I have to get ready…" she said in a breathy voice.
"How about…" He said stroking her left nipple with his tongue, "I hack in to the hospital mainframe and drop in a little virus. Nothing harmful, just enough to kill the electricity in the mortuary for the day. You can't work by torchlight." He nudged her legs apart slightly wider and gently pushed two digits inside her. She tightened up on his fingers as her back arched. Her lips parted and a low moan left her throat that made his cock ache.
"That sounds like a problem they'll need the IT department to attend to…" she said softly with her eyes closed.
"I'm not scheduled to work today," he moved down her body and nipped at the skin just below her navel. "I'll switch my mobile off. And 'Gee, I'm so sorry Mr. Harkins. I wasn't at home to get my messages on the landline…'" He giggled, mocking the regretful tone he could use when the head of IT gave him a bollocking for not rushing into work on his day off.
Molly leaned up on her elbows. Her hair was a sexy tousled mess. Her eyes, bubbling chocolate pools watched him intensely. She took her lower lip between her teeth.
"Or…" She reached down and stroked his cheek; he could see she was considering his idea. He took the tip of her finger into his mouth and she arched her eyebrow at him, he knew he'd won. He slid his fingers out of her and sucked the taste of her off of them. Her head lolled back and she moaned. She sat up and kissed his mouth, swirling her tongue around his and tasted herself on his lips. She pressed their foreheads together. A panther paced back and forth behind his black eyes, ready to pounce on his prey.
"Don't you dare move." She swung her legs to the floor and went into the kitchen, where her mobile was charging. He watched her hips sway as she walked.
He flopped onto his back, celebrating his victory. Molly was fully corruptible. Too trusting, too eager for affection and willing to neglect her job responsibilities to have sex with someone she'd recently met.
"Yeah, hi. It's Molly erm- Margaret Hooper. I'm scheduled to work today but I really don't feel well." She came back into the bedroom talking on her phone, she'd made her voice raspy and she coughed and cleared her throat every few words. "No, I don't think it's anything serious, I'll just go back to bed. Ok, thanks. See you tomorrow."
Molly dropped her phone on the floor and pulled her top over her head before climbing back between the sheets with him. He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her deeply while he held a fistful of her hair. She jerked her pelvis against his as they rolled back and forth on the bed. She pushed her hand down the front of his pants and stroked him hard. The way she kissed took him off guard. She wasn't meek or timid or any other label he thought he could ascribe to her based on her outward appearance.
He grabbed her wrist and moved her hand faster up and down his shaft. He moaned into her mouth, sucked on her tongue while holding a hand around her throat.
"You're gonna get it…" he moaned, feeling his precum drip onto his stomach.
"Good, I want it." She bit his chest hard enough to make him yelp.
"Fucking hell Molly…" He pulled her hand away and scrambled to his feet on the mattress. He yanked his pants down, and kicked them off onto the floor. He dropped to his knees and pushed Molly's legs apart. He held her down around the waist with one hand and lowered his mouth to suck on her nipple. She moaned and dragged her nails through his hair.
"Jim…" the way she moaned his name would have driven him insane, if he were not already insane.
The voice returned to scold him.
What in the world are you doing?
"I'm about to spend an entire day shagging Molly's brains out, that's what."
Why?
"Because it feels good."
No it doesn't. You can't feel anything.
"I can too. I just choose not to most of the time."
What's different now?
"She is. She's…different."
This won't end well.
"Shut up."
You're too distracted.
"It's under control."
Sherlock Holmes is the target.
"I haven't forgotten."
"You haven't forgotten what?" She asked him with her legs wrapped around his middle.
"Hmm? Oh, nothing, nothing."
"Are you ok?"
"Better than ok." He stroked her clit with his thumb and felt her thigh muscles tense up.
"Now…please…" she moaned.
Pulling one of her legs up over his shoulder, he pushed inside her, roughly slapping at her tits.
"Christ…" he moaned as they quickly found a rhythm. He watched her face love every second of it.
He pulled her other leg up over the other shoulder, restricting her movement and allowing him to pump into her harder and deeper. She fisted the sheets and moaned his name.
"I want to watch you…" He slowed his rhythm down slightly. She dragged her nails hard down his forearm, leaving three distinct scratches.
He twisted her wrist and squeezed it hard. She shut her eyes and moaned from the pain and pleasure. Releasing her wrist, he massaged his forefinger against her clit as her face flushed.
"Jim…I…I'm…"
"No. Not yet…"
"Please…please?" How he loved when she begged.
"Oh, alright…"
He planted a hard slap against her cheek that sent her reeling. She came loudly begging him not to stop. He closed his hand around her throat until all she could manage was a wet choking sound. All her pleading was unnecessary, there was not a shot in hell that he was going to stop now. He let her legs drop from his shoulders, tucked his arms underneath her, and passionately kissed her as he rolled onto his back. She adjusted to the new position and rocked on top of him. He gripped her thighs so hard his well-manicured fingernails were leaving marks.
She leveraged her weight with her hands on his chest. Her hair came just within reach and he grabbed ahold of it and pulled her mouth down to his.
"You're mine." He buried his tongue in her mouth.
"I am," She answered breathlessly. She sucked on his neck and bit him just above his jugular.
"Fuck…" with a series of hard grunts he shot a hot load inside her. Their chests were both heaving as he covered her mouth and neck with soft kisses.
"Did I hurt you?" She asked smoothing her fingers over the pink spot on his neck.
He chuckled. "Did it seem like you did?" She shook her head and gently swung her leg over him, giving them each one last jolt as they came apart. She settled into the crook of his arm. He tucked her hair behind her ear and bopped her on the nose with his finger.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" He asked, tracing his fingers lazily up and down her arm.
"Nope. I told you, I like it. It's not weird is it?" She was suddenly self-conscious, which he thought was adorable.
"Not even a little bit, Mol."
The scolding voice returned.
Mol?!
"Shut up."
You're getting too familiar.
"Shut. Up."
You have to kill her.
"Never. I won't. She's…innocent."
And once the charade is over?
"Maybe we can…"
Don't be a daft feckin eejit.
Leave me alone.
Sherlock Holmes. That is your target. This girl is of no consequence. She's a means to an end, nothing more.
He shook his head side to side and cleared his throat, silencing the voice. They lay there quietly for so long he'd begun to think she'd fallen asleep. He placed another kiss on her forehead and she snuggled closer in to him. He closed his eyes and against his better judgment, he pictured a life they could be living if things were different.
