Poor Sherlock, sort of left him hangin' there, didn't we? Well, when I say 'we'… Anyhoo…

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-A Challenge-


Molly sat down in front of her plate of crepes and tried to figure out what just happened. Good God, she thought. Sherlock just went down on me in my mother's guest bathroom. What the actual fuck? Her mind was racing, she was barely aware that she wasn't alone in the room as she replayed the events of the last thirty minutes. How on earth did that just happen? How did we go from fighting to… that? He seemed, well, intent… focused even, like he was determined to make me… She stopped herself from pulling up the memory in too vivid detail. She was still lost in thought when she felt a hand on her shoulder and jerked away.

"What's wrong with you, dear?" her mother asked. "I make you and Sherlock this nice breakfast, he's nowhere to be found and you just stare at your food as if you've never seen fine cuisine before."

"Ah, sorry mum. I'm a bit distracted," Molly said before taking a bite.

"I know, I heard you and Sherlock arguing this morning. Don't feel bad, dear. No one will have expected this relationship to last. If you couldn't hold onto Tom it will come as no great shock that you couldn't keep a handsome famous man like Sherlock Holmes."

She shouldn't have been hurt; this was classic Jackie Hooper, but she wasn't in the mood for her mum's antics at the moment. She was confused and a little freaked out, if she was honest. It had taken every ounce of her bravado to get out of that bathroom with an excited Sherlock standing there just waiting for her to jump him. "You know mother, I'm aware that you have no faith in me whatsoever, but I'll thank you to stay out of my relationship. Sherlock and I had a small disagreement this morning. We are in no way breaking up."

"Yet," her mother said as she turned to tend to the next crepe that was ready to come off of the hob.

Several minutes later Sherlock came into the kitchen looking refreshed with his damp hair and a smirk that meant he was up to something. "Good morning," he announced, then he walked up to Molly, bent down, grabbed her by the back of the head and snogged her senseless. When his luscious lips left hers he looked deeply into her eyes and said (loud enough for her mother to hear), "I'm sorry about this morning, darling. You know how much I hate sleeping in a strange bed. That was entirely my fault. Forgive me?"

Molly nodded while he took his seat as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Well," Molly's mother said as she put a plate in front of Sherlock. "Seems like everything's on the mend then." Her smile was fake and her voice flat.

"Certainly is," Sherlock said, eyeing his food. "This may be a bit too sweet for me, Mrs. Hooper. Just coffee I think. Though if you want to feed someone's sweet-tooth, I should direct you to my brother's house. He'd most likely lock you in his kitchen and we wouldn't hear from either of you until he had to be removed via flat-bed lorry." He chuckled at his own joke as he stirred sugar into his coffee.

"Yes, well… you haven't eaten much since you arrived. That can't be healthy," Jackie commented.

"Sherlock doesn't eat much, mother. He'll eat when he hungry," Molly explained. "So what's on the agenda for the day?" she asked, changing the topic away from Sherlock's lack of appetite.

"Oh, Tad and I have a cooking class in an hour. The class is two hours long then we're going to lunch, so you two will be on your own most of the day," Jackie said as she sat down to eat.

Where is the swindler? she wondered. Wait… "Mum, you demanded I come for a visit, then you make plans? Why would you do that?"

"We've been taking the class for weeks. I paid for it in advance. I'm not missing it just because you finally gave into my threats and showed up. You know I like to keep up to date on new techniques. You'll be fine," she said dismissively.

Molly was suddenly stricken with the idea that she'd have to spend an extended amount of time alone... with Sherlock. She hadn't felt like this in a very long time. "Ah, could we join you? It could be fun and you're, always saying I need to learn to cook… better."

Jackie laughed. "It's a gourmet class, dear. You can't just jump into the middle, besides it's booked up."

Tad walked into the room, greeting everyone and kissing Jackie on the cheek. "We should be going if you want to stop off at the bank first," he said.

Shortly thereafter the couple said their goodbyes and left, leaving Molly with a ball of nerves in the pit of her stomach. She got up and started washing the dishes. Sherlock was still seated at the table behind her back and she decided to try to focus on the reason they were there (which incidentally wasn't oral sex in bathrooms.)

"So, you have this all figured out, I assume," she said as she loaded the dishwasher.

"I have several ideas."

Molly huffed at his cryptic answer. "Feel like sharing them?"

"Not yet, I don't."

She finished up and turned to him. "They're going to the bank, Sherlock! The bank!"

"Yes, I was present for the conversation," he replied.

"Well?"

"Trust me when I say it won't be a problem." He stood up and approached her. He poured the remainder of his coffee into the sink and put his cup in the dishwasher. "We, however, do have a problem."

Molly backed up against the counter, trying to but some distance between herself and the… suddenly predatory looking detective. "Ah, what kind of problem could we possibly have?" she asked, trying to sound casual.

The corner of his mouth curled up, almost viciously. "I just took the world's coldest shower, Molly. Let's not play games."

"Games?!" she shouted. "I'm not the one playing games, here. What was that all about anyway?" she asked, her tone accusatory.

He looked at her as if she'd lost her mind. "Making you come? I'd say that's fairly self-explanatory."

"You know what I'm talking about! That was going above and beyond in the fake boyfriend role, don't you think? Or are you just using some tricks from your time with Janine?"

He stalked closer to Molly until he was very nearly touching her, his arms bracketing her against the counter. "I can assure you, Molly, that never happened with her," he said in a low voice.

Molly's body immediately reacted, even as she willed it to stop. "This is madness," she said as she pushed his arm away and moved out of the kitchen into the lounge.

"What's madness? The fact that you're unwilling to reciprocate, yes. I admit I'm a bit put off about that."

She turned to see him with his hands in his pockets looking just about as casual and unaffected as a man could possibly look. He was teasing her… the bastard. Just when she thought he was actually starting to treat her like a proper friend, especially after being so understanding the night before. She shook her head. "Why would you start this back up after all this time? I'm really not in the mood to be mocked, Sherlock."

"Mocked? You call what I did for you in that bathroom mocking?" he said, pointing down the hall where the incident had occurred."I know I'm a slightly out of practice, but you orgasmed in less than three minutes." He folded his arms across his chest. "Beat that!"

Now he was challenging her? Oh, so he wants to make this some sort of competition, does he? Well they didn't call her 'little miss perfect' for nothing. "SIT!" she demanded.

Sherlock wasted no time sitting on the sofa; though he tried to look bored, the half tent he was already sporting didn't help his cause. After the incident in the bathroom she'd gone back into their room and changed into a sundress and light cardigan. She shed the cardi on her way to join him. "Rules?" she asked.

"Less than three minutes once you touch my… cock."

Molly shivered. Was she really about to do this? She looked at the gleam in his eyes… Hell yes she was. "How are you going to time it?"

He pulled his phone out and fiddled with it for a moment then put it next to him. "All right… do your worst, or best in this case."

Oh, she was going to make him pay for all that arrogance. "Ready?" she asked.

"I've been ready, Molly," he said with an edge to his voice. "You started getting me ready in your sleep."

She had been planning her attack the since he presented the challenge and she was actually quite proud of herself. She had some tricks, all girls did. Keeping her eyes locked with his the whole time, she first removed her knickers... slowly and tossed them onto the cushion next to him. He looked somewhat intrigued by her actions. Good, she thought, she needed him off kilter for this to work. Then she straddled his legs, hiking her skirt up as she moved closer. Once settled, she started unbuttoning his shirt, his purple shirt, she had noticed it when she'd regained her senses after their breakfast snog. He knew what he was doing with that damn shirt. Once unbuttoned and pulled from his trousers she pushed it open, not removing it, just getting it out of the way. Holding onto his, oh Lord, firm shoulders, she leaned forward and started kissing his neck while deliberately grinding her exposed centre into his leg, never close enough to make contact with his now fully erect penis.

Sherlock quickly gave up his passivity. Evidently he planned on enjoying the game while it lasted, because Molly felt one hand on her thigh and the other on the back of her neck. His fingernails dug into her skin, gripping tightly as she ground down and continued her oral assault. Sherlock turned his head while moving his hand up to tangle in her hair, bringing their mouths together in a heated kiss. God, his kisses drove her mad and she was fairly sure he'd have to change his trousers since there was no way she wasn't leaving evidence of herself on him. His mouth left hers and trailed kisses down her neck, licking, biting, sucking as he went. But she was supposed to be in control here... he was trying to distract her, she had to do something.

"Sherlock," she said pulling away. He looked so fucking sexy, his eyes half-lidded, his lips swollen and red, his hair mussed, sticking out in every direction. "Ah, you challenged me, remember?"

He seemed to shake himself, then cleared his throat. "Of course. Back to work, you." Then he smiled.

It was odd, the look on his face was almost disappointment. Molly shook it off and got back to her plan. She couldn't let the adorably disheveled detective get her off track. She continued to kiss and lick her way down his stomach enjoying the way his hips were moving under her. He didn't even seem to be hiding how badly he wanted her to suck his cock. When she finally made it to the floor she paused and looked up at him smiling sweetly.

"What are you doing?" he asked in a deep and breathy voice.

She didn't answer, but simply reached for his left foot and removed his shoe then sock. When finished she gently rubbed his foot and kissed the top of it before putting it on the floor. She repeated the actions on the other foot leaving the detective staring, mouth agape. Gracing him with another sweet smile, she raked her hands up his thighs slowly until she reached the top of his trousers. "Would you do the honours? I'd hate to accidentally touch your cock and start this too early. Rules and all."

He seemed frozen for a split second, then sprang into action, undoing the button and zip on his trousers. But when he started to pull them down, Molly stopped him.

"Ah, ah, ah… Slow down there." She took him by the wrists. "See how long you can keep your hands at your sides," she told him, putting his arms next to him on the sofa. Then she resumed her kissing and nibbling on his stomach, careful to keep herself from touching his erection. Her hands traveled up and down his thighs, gripping them tightly.

Finally she started tugging on his trousers and he lifted his hips. Molly removed them, tossing them on the floor. Good... God. She looked at the sight in front of her… no pants. She wasn't the least bit surprised. Competition or no, she was going to enjoy this.

It was a gorgeous long thing. Thick and beautiful with a red tip, already leaking for her. She wrapped her hand around the base and looked up at him. His eyes told her everything she needed to know… he was lost. She licked the drop of precum off then said, "Aren't you forgetting something?"

"Fu-fuck," he whispered as he groped for his phone.

Molly wrapped her lips around the head of his cock and started to work. She pumped the shaft as she sucked and licked. He tasted amazing. He was moaning her name and moving his hips in time with her hand as she reached for his balls.

"Oh God, Molly. So good. So fucking good," he moaned.

About to get better, she thought as she relaxed her throat and took him down inch by inch, watching his eyes as she went. He was shocked. Clearly he wasn't expecting that. She got him as deep as she could and pulled back off again swirling her tongue as she did.

"Fucking hell. How did you do that?"

Molly giggled. "Scoot closer… please?" she begged.

Sherlock, it seemed, was in no place to deny her anything since he immediately scooted to the edge of the settee. Once again Molly took him in her mouth and started sucking. As she did she slipped her right hand under her dress sliding her index finger between her slick folds. Sherlock obviously noticed.

"Oh fuck, I want to taste you again. Yes, Molly. Come with me."

But that wasn't her current goal… no. She had stopped sucking but continued to pump him with her hand. She pulled the wet finger out of her pussy and swirled it around Sherlock's puckered hole, raising a challenging eyebrow as she did.

"If you dare," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You think I'm bluffing?" she replied as she inserted her finger, slowly.

Molly immediately engulfed Sherlock's cock as she fingered his arsehole. She counted in her head. Less than fourteen seconds later he exploded in her mouth, his hands holding onto her head as he called out her name along with a string of curses.

Sitting back on her heels, Molly grabbed Sherlock's phone hitting stop. "HA! 2 minutes 27 seconds!"

"Yes," he said, his head resting on the back of the sofa. "You… did… it." He held up an arm. "Come here," he slurred, sleepily.

"Why?" Molly asked as she picked up his trousers off the floor.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Molly. Just come here."

She picked up her pants from the cushion next to him and sat down. Sherlock rolled his eyes and grabbed her around the waist. "I meant here, you daft woman." Pulling her into his arms, he held her tightly. "That's more like it."

"Um, Sherlock…"

"What now, Molly?"

"You cuddle?"

"Evidently, with you I find it… acceptable," he answered.

"Ahhh…"

"Just go with it. I'm enjoying the afterglow of the best blow job of my life. Don't ruin it."

"The best, huh?"

"Hmm."

Ten minutes later Molly convinced Sherlock that they needed to get up before her mother found him nearly naked, sprawled out on her newly re-upholstered settee. Molly cleaned up in the bathroom while Sherlock went to their room to get new trousers. That's where she found him when she came back out.

"Are you going to tell me what you meant about 'it won't be a problem'? Molly asked as she picked up her make-up case and pulled out a small compact.

"I will, but you have to promise not to freak out," he replied.

She put down the case and turned around, already freaking out internally. "Okay, I promise."

"No." He turned around and walked back to the bed. "You are going to panic and do something rash," he said as he started thumbing through his phone.

She rushed over to him. "Well you have to tell me now! What's wrong with you?"

When Sherlock looked up at Molly he seemed almost… regretful. "Fine. But you must promise me that you won't try to fix this. Jackie did this to herself, Molly. You can't fix everything. She's a grown woman and not your responsibility."

Molly just nodded as her anxiety grew.

"There's no money for Tad to steal. You're mother's all but broke. One too many plastic surgeries, I'd imagine." Her shock must have shown on her face, because he continued quickly. "Oh, she has some money, but not much. The three hundred thousand pounds your father left her with, gone."

To say she was shocked would be putting it lightly. She sat down next to Sherlock on the bed. "Gone?"

"Almost completely."

"She's not even sixty, Sherlock. What the hell is she going to do?" she asked.

"She should have thought about that before the new breasts and chin." He turned and took her by the shoulders. "I know you and I know what you're thinking. You better not, for one moment think about handing over your savings to that harpy. She'll have to get a job and learn to live within her means."

"How could she do this? My father worked so hard…"

"Molly," Sherlock warned.

She stood up. "So hard to provide for us and leave her with a nest-egg. She throws it away on trips and boobs and cooking classes for her and that… that… child!"

"There's no point in getting that photo. Once I explain that there's nothing to gain by shagging your mum, Tad will be on his way, and so will we," he said standing up and following her.

She turned to face him. "Wait. Is this what all the sex has been about?"

"I'm sorry?"

"Like pity or something? Your mum's broke… pissed away your dad's hard earned money so I'll go down on you in the loo."

"Molly, I assure you…" he started.

"Course that doesn't explain the blow job… unless you just really wanted your dick sucked. Any mouth would do, huh?"

She'd never seen genuine hurt on Sherlock's face before. "Yes, well, I suppose... " He cleared his throat.

"Sherlock…"

"I'm going to… Ah, I'll be back by dinner." Then he turned and left.


Ohhhh, Molly... damn...

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