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Chapter 2
The footsteps resonated closer and closer, Sherlock muttered "Man's footsteps, limp to left leg." Molly started to shake so John grabbed the blanket, which turned out to be quite a large blanket that could easily fit all 3 under them, putting it round her shoulders.
The flap situated on the door opened and a hairy hand with large, fat fingers appeared to throw in a McDonald's paper bag before quickly shutting and locking.
The footsteps then walked away leaving them in the quiet again. John heaved a big sigh, "I'm glad that didn't amount to anything but breakfast," Molly nodded in agreement, Sherlock saying nothing but walked forward to pick up the bag.
He peered inside, "Hmm luke-warm so we're about 20 minutes away from the McDonald's. He threw the bag onto the mattress towards Molly, who rummaged and produced 3 egg and bacon mcmuffins and 3 teas.
John chortled, "Classy breakfast!" Molly giggled with him. The tension from earlier seeping away while they ate breakfast, Molly scolded Sherlock into eating his mcmuffins as they did not know if they would get another meal that day and if they had to fight he would have no energy! Sherlock scowled but ate it anyway, sitting next to her on the mattress.
John joined Molly under the blanket, making sure to drape it over his groin area. Sherlock was quite happy to let things air and Molly couldn't help but sneak a peek. Sherlock was the biggest she had ever seen; she had peeked at John earlier and found that he was a decent size, maybe not as big as Sherlock but certainly thicker. She found herself blushing over her cup of tea at the thought of the two of them 'in action'.
John stood to use the toilet in the corner whilst Molly lay back down with the blanket; she draped the blanket over Sherlock's lap and left some behind her for John. She watched Sherlock steeple his fingers and go into 'thinking mode', watching his rhythm of breathing and the warmth of the tea made her quite drowsy.
John lay down too and moved close to Molly's side, with one arm behind his head, he was pleasantly surprised when Molly rolled over to him, in her drowsy state, and snuggled with an arm wrapped round his waist. John waited until she was asleep before asking quietly, "Well? What have you deduced?"
"We must be in an abandoned warehouse or at least a large building with a basement; the coldness is at a level where it means there are no other buildings around in use to produce heat. It is obvious Sebastian Moran has kidnapped us for revenge over Moriarty's death, Molly is involved because she helped me escape death and because she dated Moriarty a few times before our introduction. He wants to humiliate us and subject us to and for his own perverse pleasure. What will he do? He wants us to sleep together, hoping that it will ruin our friendships at the end of this, if we survive. Will he kill us? Probably but not for a while as he must currently sending demands to my brother for our release, the cameras must in use so he can send photos to prove we're alive. I've watched them, they shutter every 10 minutes or so I'm approximating to take still photos"
John nodded, "So? What do we do?" Sherlock sat thinking for a few moments before answering,
"Wait for an opportunity as there is nothing we can do for the moment." John nodded again, stifling a yawn, "I'm going to try and get abit more sleep in then."
When Molly awoke a little while later, she realised she was draped over John's waist but felt so warm and comfortable that she couldn't be bothered to move, 'Not as if anyone is watching anyway.'
Sherlock was examining the door for any weaknesses or clues, hearing Molly yawn, turned to her, "Molly have you got any hair grips?" Molly blinked before feeling her hair for grips,
"I've got one, here….." sitting up and holding out the hand with the hair grip to Sherlock, she forgot to clutch the blanket and it fell revealing her breasts. Sherlock blinked as he realised Molly was not bothered that her breasts were exposed.
"Molly I don't think I've ever complimented your breasts before, they may be a B-cup but they suit your figure perfectly."
Molly could only flush with embarrassment, "No you've only insulted them before so thanks….I think" She grabbed the blanket and covered herself up. Sherlock frowned before turning back to the door with the hair grip firmly in hand.
Molly watched while he glanced at one of the cameras briefly before manoeuvring the hair grip round the edges of the flap then using his hands to test for the latch. He turned back to Molly and found both John and Molly watching him with fascination, "The hair grips not long enough to reach the latch," Molly placed the grip back in her hair for safe keeping.
John and Molly passed the time away talking about their families, Sherlock wandered around the cell to further deduce where they were, by looking at the bricks, the dust, basically anything he could use.
"So you have one sister? Are you the youngest?" John told Molly about how Sherlock deduced all about Harry when they first met. Molly was impressed, "Wow Sherlock! That's so clever!" Sherlock turned from examining the toilet, "Not to anyone who looks properly."
John snorted, "How about you then Sherlock? What about your family?" Sherlock sat on the edge of the mattress and looked at the other two with a quizzical brow, "You know my brother Mycroft unfortunately for you, what else do you want to know?" Molly shrugged, "Anything you want to tell us, we're going to be stuck here for a while so…?"
Sherlock looked slightly confused, "So talking about our families will stifle the boredom will it?" Molly laughed, "If the rest of your family is anything like you, this should be funny!"
Sherlock revealed that he was actually named after an uncle who lived in the Victorian age who was a private detective and just as brilliant. The powers of deduction have been passed through the family from him, Sherlock's cousins on his father's side are also brilliant and clever but less sociopathic as Sherlock. John made Molly laugh when he muttered about not wanting to be at the family reunions, even Sherlock smirked.
They were quiet for a while, comfortable in the silence until Molly sighed, "Do you think they're looking for us? Do you think….we will be here for long?"
Sherlock watched with interest as John comforted Molly by placing an arm round her shoulder, "Of course! Lestrade will not be sleeping trying to follow all leads, Anderson will be hoping to find Sherlock's dead body, Mrs Hudson will be worrying and Mycroft will be getting his best men to find us! We'll be out before you know it!" Molly nodded and took the comfort from John gratefully though she did ask about the Anderson comment.
Sherlock regarded Molly, watching how she took comfort from John, he wondered what it felt like to be held in such a way, to be used to affection, his family were not the typical standard family, and they did not comfort each other. He realised how he never thanked Molly for her part in helping him, no wonder she had become less friendly to him since his resurrection, he had briefly thought about it but it was of no interest when a new case involving Moriarty's gang came to light. Well now it was of interest to him! She counted as one of his friends not that she knew, he supposed he ought to let her know in some sort of way but that could wait.
"Sherlock? Why do Anderson and Sergeant Donovan hate you so much?" Sherlock brought his thoughts back to the present, "Anderson doesn't like being shown up, especially in front of superiors and Donovan didn't like being deduced and I told Lestrade about them having an affair."
Molly looked mildly shocked, "I'm not surprised they don't like you," John chuckled but Sherlock sniffed, "I have no idea why they were so upset, it was completely obvious!"
They once again fell into a comfortable silence, Molly and John dozing with Sherlock watching them and thinking.
The light had dimmed again when Molly next awoke; she was still cuddled up to John's side, Sherlock was still sat where he was and there were two plates of sandwiches resting next to him that was lunch and tea. John was still fast asleep so Molly made sure to save him and Sherlock some sandwiches as he declined his share so she ate hers.
She dropped the blanket to stand to use the toilet, while she was sat on it, she realised there was only 1 toilet roll and nowhere to wash their hands, 'Not even alcohol gel!' she angrily thought to herself. She was worried about the fact there was nothing to wash themselves with, she would be happy to just have some deodorant at least!
"Lost in thought Molly?" Sherlock's voice broke through her angry thoughts, Molly nodded. She got off the toilet and went and sat on the mattress, "I was just thinking I could use some deodorant and baby wipes to have a wash!"
Sherlock nodded, "Somehow I don't think we'll get them." Molly thought on it before removing the hair grip and walked to one wall where she scratched out a message where the cameras could see it, it read: 'Please can we have deodorant and baby wipes'.
John had woken at this point and inquired what was going on so Molly told him. They all settled on the mattress and talked about anything and everything until it was hard to stay awake, they settled back under the blanket in the same positions as the previous night.
For a few days nothing happened and they did nothing but eat, sleep and talk but they received a reply after what seemed like 2 to 3 days.
John woke first to find himself spooning molly with his morning wood pressed into her buttocks and lower back, he was surprised to find Sherlock's arm over Molly's waist and touching his own. He was unpleasantly surprised to find a note stuck to the back of the door along with 3 plastic bowls filled with cereal and milk and 3 polystyrene cups full of tea. He shook Molly awake, "They've left a note Molly."
He got up forgetting the fact that he was currently sporting a sizable hard-on and fetched the note, stretching as he walked from the mattress to the door. He remembered when he went to hand the note over after reading it and found Molly bright red and unable to look him in the eye.
Molly read the note to cool her heated cheeks down, "Give us a show and I'll give you those items, give us a show….? Does he mean sex?" John was facing the door with his arms crossed but he nodded, "I believe so!" He was silently willing his erection to go down, but his mind kept bringing up images of Molly's naked body and what she would look like in the throes of passion.
Molly knew she was attracted to both men, especially Sherlock but could she do it with them to get items? Could she sell her body for another man's perverted pleasure in order to procure essentials? She could smell herself and the two men and knew she would have to but maybe not sex…just yet.
"Turn round John, I want to see you."
John looked at Molly askance over his shoulder, he saw her determined look, "No Molly I can't! You don't want to do this," Molly looked at him with a slightly bewildered expression,
"John I might not want to do it under these circumstances but I like you just as much as Sherlock…. and you have a nice trim body and…"
Sherlock intervened, "And she wants those items as do we all!" Molly gave him a grateful smile before turning back to John,
"I've wanted to feel you in my mouth since I found you hard against my back yesterday morning."
John groaned and rubbed one hand over his face, "If we do this, our friendship will change….I don't want our friendship to change but Molly you will always be my friend, ok?"
Molly nodded while crawling forward to the edge of the mattress, "Yes we will always be friends John."
John reluctantly stepped in front of Molly, with his arms crossed still. Sherlock watched John's face as Molly took the tip of John's cock into her mouth, then took the length of him with her hallowed cheeks. John groaned and closed his eyes but kept his arms crossed when Molly first started but as time went on and Molly got faster, John uncrossed his arms and moved his hands to her shoulders. Sherlock saw that at first John was trying to resist the pleasure but like all men gave into it, he admired John for at least trying and wondered what it felt like to be in the mouth of a woman. He had had offers in the past from both young and old women, even the occasional man but he always refused. It would've interfered with his work! He felt his cock stirring into life at the noises of Molly's wet mouth and John's moans.
John was in heaven, it had been a while since a woman had done this for him and god how he missed it! Molly's mouth was amazing and so hot! Her fingers were playing with his balls and it felt so good, so good infact that he could feel the build-up that heralded an intense climax.
He moved his hands from her shoulders to her head and urged her into a faster pace, he gave her a warning, "Molly…I'm about to cum…." Molly lifted her eyes to his face and sucked with all her might. John's vision went white and he pulled Molly forward and held her there while he released in her mouth. Molly swallowed most of it before starting to choke, John stood groaning but apologised for pulling her forward "Sorry Molly….. Thank you…. for that it was fucking brilliant!"
Molly waved her hand as she tried to control her coughing. As she sat back she noticed Sherlock laid on his back with the blanket tenting around his groin. She managed to lift her eyes from his groin to his face and the look in his eye made her flush with excitement.
I know its abit soon for a sex scene but there are only so many days I can write about them doing nothing but eating and sleeping! Or at least in my opinion anyway! Hope you enjoy this, please leave a review and let me know what you think!