Woohoo second chapter! But first, some shout outs!

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Okay, so this chapter takes place between chapters 21 ad 22. The boys are gone...hm, wonder what will happen? Read on dears!

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Chapter Two

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''Goodnight John. Do enjoy the cinema. Take my card.'' He said, practically dragging the small woman behind him as he quickly ascended the stairs. John just chuckled to himself, before pulling his coat on and closing the large, black door behind him.

Molly was already out of breath from suddenly being towed up the flight of stairs. Whatever air she had on reserve was swiftly sucked from her lungs as Sherlock shut the door, pressing her up against it. A hand cupped her face as he kissed her, the other spread flat against the closed door. Molly ran a hand through his hair. She held him close by his hip, and she could feel his growing arousal against her thigh. They broke from each other to breathe, and Molly chuckled seductively.

''Well, you definitely don't waste any time.'' She smiled, her breath returning to her.

''I never waste time.'' His low voice rushed through her ears. His lips dragged along her lobe, before moving to her neck. Molly gasped as he nipped at her. She wrapped both arms around his broad shoulders, allowing him to leave a trail of bites along her neck. He moved to the base of her throat and breathed on it. The warm air hit the hollow of her neck, causing Molly to moan.

''Hold onto me.'' He whispered into the seam of her neck. She nodded wordlessly, and Sherlock shot a hand down to grip the back of her thigh. In a quick move, he hoisted her up into his arms. Sherlock's hands gripped her backside, and she crossed her legs behind his back. They fervently kissed at each other as Sherlock made his way to his bedroom.

He didn't bother closing the door behind him as Molly's legs went slack, causing them to fall. They stumbled back and fell on the floor, just short of the bed. Molly laughed at the clumsy spill, and Sherlock chuckled against her flesh. His hands tugged up her purple blouse, and Molly lifted up her arms and tossed her shirt away as it flipped past her hair. Sherlock took to immediately kissing her breasts through her satin blue bra. She mewed, arching her back into him. He took the opportunity to unhook the clips on her bra, removing it from her body. Her hands blindly searched for the buttons to his shirt. Finally, after fumbling several times, she undid the last button. He shrugged off the material, throwing it somewhere behind him. Molly's hands rubbed up his smooth chest, and he hooked two fingers through the waist of her leggings. Her hips lifted up, and Sherlock slid them down. He lifted her left foot, pulling off the leg of her pants. Then the right. Soon, the leggings joined the pile of clothing. Molly giggled as he worked off his own trousers and boxers, kicking them from his legs behind him. She lazily threw her arm around his lower back, as he continued to lay kisses upon her. Sherlock felt her body unconsciously grind into his, causing him to moan, almost painfully.

''Sherlock, please. I need-'' Molly began, her eyes fluttering shut. Sherlock grinned as he hooked his long fingers around her underwear, slowly pulling down.

''What do you need?" He asked, his husky voice echoing the words she had once said to him. She smiled, and nodded her head, unable to speak. Sherlock rolled her over, so that she was now on top of him. He shifted her up, before entering her core slowly. Molly's head dropped back as he filled her, her long hair cascading over her shoulders. Sherlock groaned into her chest, the sensation overwhelming his senses.

''Oh God. Molly.'' He whispered as they moved together. She gasped and sighed with each thrust. Molly held onto him by his shoulders, carefully pushing herself up and down. The addict in Sherlock soon came to life. Wanting more, needing a bigger high. He kissed her collarbone, before rolling them over again. He ground into her pelvis, and lifted one of her legs to lay over his shoulder. The new angle caused Molly to moan quite audibly. The sound only clouded his mind with lust further, and he sped up.

Soon, he had her writhing beneath him. She gripped at the short carpet with her hands, her mouth contorting into the most pleasurable of vowels. She returned the grinding, wanting him closer, further inside her. She could feel the coil inside building up, ready to snap. Sherlock soon dropped her leg, and hovered over her, still buried in her center. His breathing was short and sharp. He braced himself with a hand around her waist. His other hand busied itself with tangling in her long, silk-like hair.

Sherlock could feel his body weakening as the pressure built to an incredible high. He could hear her moans beneath him, he never wanted them to end. His mind, still holding onto a thread, thought on their history. His past, cruel remarks about her appearance, ignoring her longing for his attention, her undying faith in him, willingness to help him. Her love.

''Mm, Sherlock. I think I'm...oh God, Sher...'' her pitch interrupted his thoughts. Her voice was staggering, rising in tone. The clear signs of her undoing was evident. Sherlock could feel her inner muscles clamping down around him, causing his own orgasm to draw closer. He thrust faster, unsure of how long he could continue. With a final thrust, he lost his strength. His body let out a guttural moan, as he emptied inside her. Molly trembled underneath him, the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through her.

Finally, he pulled out, and flipped to lay beside her. Molly's breathing slowly returned to normal, and she let out a tired laugh. Sherlock looked at her through hazed eyes.

''Wow.'' Was the only word she managed. Sherlock joined in her chuckle. She turned over, and was now laying on her stomach, watching him. He could see the red rash forming on her back. He traced along the fiber indents on her skin, causing her to flinch, just slightly.

''Carpet burn.'' She smiled. Sherlock smirked. They remained on the floor, until Sherlock regained enough strength to pull both Molly and himself up into the bed. They were both silent for a long while, when he heard Molly's quiet voice.

''Sherlock?"

''Hm.'' He responded.

''How long was John going to be gone?" He turned to see her face. It held a look that was half arousal, half mischief. Sherlock mentally calculated how long it must have been. 'Thirty seven minutes. Hm, wonderful. Plenty of time for more.' When his mind found the answer, he grinned wickedly at her. Molly smiled, a light giggle escaping her lips. Sherlock rolled over her, kissing the dark, purple mark on her neck. She shuddered as his voice whispered dark seductions into her flesh.

''Ready for round two?"

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