Sherlock and Molly

Wow. Thanks for all the very positive comments about my little scenes. I'm truly amazed.

This is my story of Molly and Sherlock's next encounter. It kind of follows on from Chapter 10 of my story That Night, but not exactly. And as I said before who needs a story to get Molly and Sherlock together?

Warnings: Sex, some discussions about drugs and the occasional profanity.

Disclaimer: OK. Sherlock isn't mine. Mr Gattiss and Mr Moffatt are responsible for all that is wonderful about Sherlock. I'm just borrowing them for while.

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Sherlock threw off his coat, and began to pace around the morgue, watching Molly out the corner of his eye. She seemed to know that he didn't want to talk, but was content just to watch him walk.

He'd seen her lock the door earlier after John had left, so felt comfortable that they were unlikely to be disturbed. He was fighting a battle within himself, and losing. It had started the moment he'd seen Bobby shooting up under the railway arches. Ted had been right. He had been a user. It had been a while, but he could still remember that feeling. The incredible sense of being everywhere all at once. Being completely aware of every single sound, in complete clarity. Feeling every molecule of air against his skin. Like he could almost see the atoms in everything. He hadn't been that close to it for a long time. He felt the desire rising in him and he knew that he had to quench it quickly.

He breathed deeply. He owed her so, so much already. But was this too a big an ask? He knew that whilst she professed to trust him, there was only so much she could take. Would she still look at him the same way again? He could feel the beginning of the slow burn taking control of him. No, he wouldn't use her. Not like he'd been used.

Molly saw him stop pacing and looked over in concern. "Sherlock are you OK?" She could see his entire body tense. "Tell me what's wrong?" she asked.

He closed his eyes and said admitted quietly. "I have a problem."

She approached him and gently touched his arm. He stepped backwards immediately, putting some distance between them.

She was surprised at his jumpiness. "It's OK. Let me help you."

"No."

Molly shook her head. "I don't understand?"

He opened his eyes, and stared at her. "You don't know me" he said coldly. "You don't know what I am capable of. I really don't want to hurt you."

"Look, I may not know you that well. But I've seen you. Up close and personal." Molly tried to step close to him, but he backed away again. Concerned she held up her hands and retreated a little towards the benches away from him. "OK. I won't come closer."

He laughed. "John and Lestrade never told you did they?"

"Told me what?" she asked puzzled.

"About my past!" he spat out the words.

"What about your past?"

He hesitated for a microsecond, watching for her reaction. "That I'm a drug addict."

Molly stood stunned. "No."

"See I've disappointed you." He grabbed his coat and made for the door way.

Molly got there first, forcing him to back off to avoid touching her. "Where are you going?"

"Away."

"Away where? To find some drugs?"

Sherlock shook his head. "I haven't done them for years, but being out there, seeing others. Watching their highs... God Molly, I so want it. I can't control it."

"This is what you meant the other night isn't it? When you said you were in a bad place?"

"Yes, but not in the way you mean."

"Will you tell me about it?"

He shoulders stiffened, "if I do, will you let me go?"

"If you tell me the truth, and you tell me everything, and you still want to go, I promise I'll let you."

Sherlock paced to the other end of the room, and turned away from her. He leant his head against the wall. He'd never told anyone the full story before, not even Mycroft. He shut his eyes, and began to speak. "The first time was when I was 16, and I was bored. Mycroft's friends had the stuff. It was just another experiment at first. But then I wanted more. It went quickly from bad to worse. Then one day I found myself being propositioned by a drug dealer who wanted a blow job in return. I walked away, but the craving started. Out of desperation I broke into one of Mycroft's friends houses, knowing they would have some, but I got caught by the boys mother. She offered me a roof for the night, and free coke. She knew where her son kept his stash. That night when I was high, she came to me and seduced me. It was my first time, and I was as high as a kite. It continued for a while after that. She used me for sex, and I used her for drugs. Finally I realised that she was no different from the drug dealers. Same deal, different packaging. I decided it had to stop, and gradually weaned myself off the drugs, little by little. Using sex as a substitute for the thrill. Then I had to stop that. I've been clean for almost 15 years - until you." He turned to look at Molly. She was still standing by the door.

"So she was the woman you said took advantage of you."

He nodded. "I can't call it rape, I was after all an enthusiastic pupil. But I would say my judgement had been somewhat impaired."

Molly hesitated, "And now? Would you still take sex over drugs?"

Sherlock approached her slowly, he dropped his voice so it was barely audible but it still sounded loud in the quiet of the morgue, his eyes drinking in her body, "right now I want to tear into you, and hear you scream my name. I want to feel you sucking me, just like you did the other night. I want to hold you down and take you from behind until you cum, begging for more."

He stepped back. "You wanted the truth Molly. That's the truth" he said horsely "now get out of my way."

Molly didn't move. "And if I said yes?"

"Don't."

Molly stepped closer him this time. She was terrified. Not of Sherlock hurting her, but of the drugs hurting Sherlock. "I'll give you a choice," her voice was stronger than she believed it would be. "The door's there, you can leave. Or you can have me. As a willing participant."

He looked her up and down, his eyes taking in her delicate frame. He knew her body, and had seen her reactions to him. She was offering herself to him, even after what he'd said.

He stepped closer, expecting her to flinch. She didn't. He reached out touched her face with his index finger, marvelling at the way she held his gaze. "You'd do that for me?"

"In a heart beat."

He grabbed her by the lapels of her lab coat and pulled her towards him, their lips meeting in a frantic kiss. She gasped at the suddenness.

He travelled from her lips to her ear, biting the lobe and drawing it into his mouth. He heard her moan and instantly grabbed her bottom, lifting her until she locked her legs around his hips. He carried her to the lab bench and set her down on the edge, so he could use his hands to open her lab coat, pulling roughly at the buttons. He then pulled apart her blouse, uncaring as the material ripped, until he could see her breasts within their dainty bra. He pulled her bra down forcing her breasts to spill over the cups, until he had access to them.

She started to pull his t-shirt up but Sherlock firmly grabbed her wrists and held them behind her back with one strong hand. She pouted at him, and Sherlock fell on her neck nipping at her collar bone, until she moaned again. This time with his spare hand he slid it up her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side and unceremoniously slid a finger into her. She was already wet.

"Jesus!" she panted, her breasts rising and falling, her breathing unevenly.

"Wrong!" he growled as he took a nipple in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.

Molly almost screamed and arched her back, allowing him even more access to her.

Sherlock continue fingering her and alternating between her breasts and her neck. He realised that he loved the taste of her flesh, and licked her nipples again. The saltiness of her turning him on even more.

Suddenly he withdrew his fingers from her and pushed off her lab coat and blouse completely. He lifted her down and turned her around, leaning her over the bench.

Molly knew what was coming next. He'd made that clear. This was more intense than she had previously experienced with him. Then that had been about pleasuring her. This was now only about Sherlock, and his needs. She heard his belt buckle chink as he undid it and then the zipper noise of his fly. She felt a cool breeze across her bottom as he lifted her skirt and then felt him pull down her pants. He rested one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. Pulling her slightly until she adjusted her stance. She was rewarded by a sudden thrust has he took her. She bit her lip to prevent herself crying out. He slid his hand off her shoulder and under her to her breast, grabbing a nipple. He pulled out and thrust again. This time she couldn't stop the noise.

He continued to make long deep thrusts, pounding into her. Each time lifting her slightly onto her toes. She braced her hands on the bench, to prevent her doubling up completely.

Sherlock was surprised to see she was actually enjoying it. He hadn't expected her to. He pushed himself harder into her, delighting in the feeling of her surrounding him.

"Oh god Sherlock, " she mumbled. "that's good. It's too good."

He grinned, and gripped her hips tighter, continuing to thrust deeply. He could feel his balls tighten, and he slid a hand underneath her and pinched her clitoris.

She bucked wildly unable to control herself, screaming loudly as she came. "Sherlock!" Her voice reverberating around the room.

He thrust once more and cried out himself as he came inside her, pushing her flat onto the bench. He held her down as he thrust into her, emptying himself into her.

He fell across her completely spent, his weight pinning her down. After a moment, his senses returned, and he kissed her back, feeling her shiver under his touch. He gently withdrew from her, and then lowered her skirt. She didn't make a sound.

Sherlock stood watching her, as he pulled up his trousers, and fastened his belt. Molly didn't move for a full minute.

He picked up her lab coat and draped it carefully over her shoulders. Finally he broke the silence, "I'm sorry Molly."

Molly carefully pushed herself upright from the bench and tried to steady her breathing. "What are you sorry for?"

Sherlock stared at her back. "For that. For hurting you." He picked up his own coat and put it on. "I'll go now."

Molly turned to face him. "Don't you dare walk away from me after that."

He paused, uncertain of her reaction.

She reached out unsteadily and cupped his face her hand. "Do you feel better?" she asked softly.

Sherlock considered the question. He felt warm, exhausted and happy all at once. The burning desire for the drugs was gone. Sated by her. Slowly he nodded and smiled at her. "Much better."

"Good." Molly lent against him. "Just give me a minute and then we'll go home."

Sherlock opened his coat and then wrapped it around the pair of them. "Take as long as you need."

Molly opened one eye. "I know this probably isn't the best time to ask, but what was that woman's name? The one who seduced you."

"Kathleen."

Molly snuggled into his chest a little more. "Remind me to write and thank her."

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Ok An extremely large whisky helped my flu symptoms. Mistakes belong to the scotch!

Thank you for reading!

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