A/N: Thank you to all my lovely reviewers, you made me laugh to myself as well which earned me some really weird looks also. I couldn't make Sherlock a virgin and I'm going to add in an interesting little back story for that – I have it all planned don't worry! Please enjoy the third and speedy instalment of this little one. This rating is the smutty lemoniness one and my first real attempt at this sort of scene so feedback is really appreciated!

"So that's twice now you've been silenced by just the sight of me." Molly laughed as Sherlock recovered himself. "I could get used to having you speechless, it's quite enjoyable." The mousey morgue attendant came round the table and pushed her files from his hands. Quirking an eyebrow she realised this is the longest Sherlock had ever been silent and sighed as his eyes still raked over her tightly fitted dress and the curves it outlined. Stepping away from the seemingly star struck man she left to her kitchen feeling his eyes on her back all the way.

"Molly…you look absolutely stunning tonight but even so, how long will it take me to get you out of this dress?" Sherlock finally managed to engage brain and mouth.

"Depends, if we're small talking, exchanging pleasantries… about half hour. If you skip those… about five minutes." She turned to look over her shoulder and bit her lip. He stood up sharply and stepped behind her in three long strides. She felt his warmth at his back and his hands hovering over her body. Turning round to face him Molly grabbed his suit lapels and dragged him towards her pressing her lips to his.

'Finally.' Her brain and body screamed as his lips moved fiercely against hers. Pressing her into the kitchen work top his hands roved over her body, pausing only occasionally to squeeze her breasts or to grasp her butt before carrying on. Molly may have initiated this but she was now lost to his control. 'Not a virgin then.' She presumed as his hands expertly rolled over her body. 'Could've read up on it.' The barely coherent part of her brain spluttered as his hands found the zip on her dress and began to roll it down.

Sherlock's brain was quick firing through several different logical thoughts at once. 'Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Dining Table? Condom? G Spot. Nipples. Neck. Butt. Inner Thighs. Lips.' But all that rolled out of the window when Mousey Molly rolled her hands from his shoulders down to his crotch. His gasp into her open mouth reminded her how amazing it was for her to yet again to get the drop on the Great Sherlock Holmes. He was easy to manipulate if you knew the weak and sensitive spots, like she was learning now as her hand slipped down the now undone waistband of his trousers and boxers and grasped him.

"Molly." He let out a soft whisper and all but ripped the dress off of her in an attempt to get her bare. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pushed her atop the kitchen counter and slid his hands against the soft silk of her knickers, dancing his fingertips across the lace edging. He followed the fabric trail to between her legs where he was given the advantage yet again as she threw her head back and moaned as he traced her sex beneath the obstruction. His other hand had worked at her bra clasp and within seconds he'd thrown that piece of clothing across her kitchen floor.

"Condom Sherlock." She gasped as his fingers slipped beneath the silk.

"Not yet dear Dr Hooper, I'm still having fun and learning." He whispered, his soft breath against her ear and neck before he bit softly at the lobe. She almost climaxed from his voice, the promise that lay behind the tone that had her hips bucking against his hand. Glancing quickly up to her face to see her eyes closed, mouth parted slightly, Sherlock trailed kisses from her neck down to her breasts which had her gasping even more. He watched as with a feather light touch of one hand he circled her nipple and then biting softly before giving its twin the same delectable treatment.

"SHERLOCK!" She screamed as his right hand still remained between her legs with soft torturous treatment while his kisses returned to the other side of her throat, nipping and kissing his way back to her lips. He'd never have expected her to be so responsive and explosive. He mused as her hands wrapped around his neck and yanked him closer to her, pressing their bodies together and so she could feel his taut body between her legs making her wriggle against him.

"Let's move this elsewhere." He whispered, smirking when she wrapped her legs around his waist leaving her clothes in the kitchen as he carried her into the bedroom. He laid her out on the bed, ready to undress himself when he felt two small yet surprisingly strong hands grab his jacket and yank him onto the bed.

"My turn." She murmured, rolling on top of him as she trailed her hands from hip to shoulder and back down again before undoing the buttoned shirt. Stretching the fabric open she ran her hands over his pale chest quickly and bent down to kiss the expanse of flawless skin, moving her way up to his neck where she bit at lightly as he did with her. Only she sucked as well leaving a brilliant mark quickly bruising.

"Really Molly?" He panted and ran his fingers over the mark before staring at her gleeful face. She never replied though and went back to kissing her way down his body, feeling his breath hitch as she reached the top of his trousers. Quickly pulling them off she continued over his covered sex, massaging it through the fabric making him moan and scrabble at the bed sheets. "Molly stop teasing." He ordered as she scratched his inner thigh softly with her nails before reaching up the leg of his boxers to torture him further.

Without warning he grabbed her hand and rolled her beneath him. Seeing the wild look in his eye Molly never knew she could feel this turned on and when he produced the condom from his pocket on the floor she swore she'd either pass out or climax without him touching her. While he yanked off his own underwear, he pulled hers down with a little more gentleness which she found oddly touching until she realised he was being torturously slow and let his fingers trail over her legs, up brushing her sex but never truly touching.

"Sherlock. Fuck me now." She growled and knotted her hands into his hair pulling his face towards her and kissing him hard. She released him only long enough for him to roll the condom on before wrapping her arms around his neck as he slid into her.

'Oh my fuck.' She screamed in her head as his definitely more than average length filled her completely. With soft grunts he moved inside her sending a wave of pleasure from head to toe for both of them.

"Molly." He whimpered as her hips rose to meet his with every thrust. "Oh yes." Sherlock's breathing grew faster and faster as his hips snapped to hers, their bodies moving together until she suddenly stops. "Molly?"

"On your back Mr Holmes." She grins and watches a look of lust directed at her spread across his features as he complies. Settling herself back onto him, he grabs her hips and together they move again building the pleasure wracked in their stomach. Molly soft moans making Sherlock even more desperate to hear her call his name.

"Come for me Molly." He manages to gasp as her body builds speed to match with the rising pressure inside her.

"Sherlock. Sherlock. Sherlock. SHERLOCK!" She screams as he pulls her hips down to his sparking a second wave of pleasure while he too climaxes.

Rolling off of him Molly had half expected him to leave and come back later when they'd recovered so was surprised that after he'd dealt with the condom that he wrapped the duvet around her and laid beside her on the other side of the bed.

She recognised the look in his eye, the logistics and such were back and while she knew deep down it was a competition to Sherlock, she didn't want that reality to crash down the happy afterglow she was feeling… so she rolled over and pretended to be asleep.

"Sweet dreams Molly." She heard Sherlock whisper. "I know you're awake by the way." He murmured as an afterthought and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder before curling his body behind hers.