This prompt was down to Lil. She wanted sex at the Watson's house during a party. So that is what you shall get.

And can I just say I'm loving the spring weather, I'm currently sitting in my garden with a whole bank holiday weekend ahead of me and it feels like heaven!

Chapter 3 - Public Place

Molly finally made it home just before midnight. Sherlock had wanted her to stay over and she'd been tempted, really tempted but she hadn't made any arrangements for Toby and she needed to be in work early the next day and she had no change of clothes with her.

As she tried to get to sleep her mind kept playing over the events of the last few hours; the utterly satisfying sex and the realisation that Sherlock had not only planned it all but he had feelings for her, feelings he seemed to want to pursue.

She hugged herself in the dark grinning from ear to ear. She knew she should have showered before bed, especially given their activities but she could still smell him on her and she hadn't wanted to lose that, not just yet. She knew it wouldn't seem real otherwise. She'd wake up in the morning and it would be as though it were a dream.

The next day her inability to sleep meant she ended up missing her alarm and oversleeping. When she finally made it to work she spent most of the morning nervously awaiting Sherlock's arrival only to hear from Greg, when he popped in to pick up some autopsy results, that Sherlock and John had been called out of town on a case.

'So, are you going to the Watson's naming party on Saturday?'

'Yes, I am. You?'

'Yes, do you want to go together?'

Molly felt a bit frozen with shock, was he asking her out? And if he was should she say anything about Sherlock? It wasn't as if they had formalised anything, she didn't even know if he wanted their friends to know yet.

Greg obviously noticed her hesitation and laughed awkwardly, 'just as friends, you know, so we don't have to turn up alone and have no one to talk too.'

She didn't feel as though she had much choice so she smiled and agreed and he arranged to pick her up on his way over.

It didn't really surprise her that she didn't hear from Sherlock, after all she knew how absorbed he could get in a case. She rang Mary on the pretense of asking what they needed as a gift for the baby and gleaned from her that Sherlock and John were in the Midlands investigating the theft of some antique family heirlooms for some millionaire and she seemed confident that they would both be back before too long.

The night before the party the weather finally broke, thunder and lightning rocking the city for almost an hour before being followed by torrential downpours of rain. Molly loved a good storm and she left her curtains open in her bedroom so she could watch for the flashes of lightening. She slept better after that, without the oppressive heat, but she missed Sherlock and his absence and silence was making her nervous. Maybe he had changed his mind, got her out of his system.

The next morning brought some resolution in the form of a text.

Wear something accessible, I'm sure this party classes as a public place and we still have a list to get through. SH

She shook her head but was smiling as she did so. Not exactly a normal text between new lovers but then when had he ever been normal.

She spent some time trying on her small collection of dresses until she found one she was happy with. It was a wrap over dress in a deep purple. She's been inspired to buy it by a shirt that Sherlock used to wear. She wondered, as she put it on, whether she could persuade him to buy another one.

Greg turned up on time and gave her a wolf whistle as she opened the door. She knew she was blushing and hoped he wasn't seeing this as more than it was. She was already wondering what Sherlock would do or say if he saw her arriving with the Detective Inspector; would he be jealous or just not care? Either way he'd certainly notice, he noticed everything.

And he did. As they entered the house, with John ushering them in and taking the gifts, Molly saw Sherlock watching from the kitchen at the end of the corridor and there was no mistaking that he wasn't happy. She saw his jaw tense and his eyes narrow especially when Greg put his hand on her lower back to guide her through and into the front room.

Molly couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of him being jealous and possessive. It was nice to see that he cared, she needed the reassurance and she was more than happy to tell him off if he took it too far.

As she came into the front room Sherlock was entering through the dining room. He nodded his head in greeting to Greg and bent his head to kiss Molly on the cheek. As he did he whispered in her ear, 'you're looking very fuckable Molly.' He spoke so low and fast and pulled away so quickly that she might have thought she'd imagined it if it wasn't for the slight flush on his cheeks and his dilated eyes. She smiled nervously and tried to ignore the flair of lust that had ignited in her body at his words.

Instead she concentrated on the baby, picking her up and cooing over how adorable she was. Mary looked tired but happy and was glad to be able to have a break as the baby was being passed around.

She sat down on the settee and smiled at little Jessica Watson mirroring the baby's expressions and poking her tongue out enjoying her giggles in response. She didn't notice, however, that Sherlock had sat down next to her until she heard him speak, 'motherhood suits you Molly.'

She turned to face him wondering how to respond to that comment. She knew absolutely that she wanted children but even in her wildest fantasies about this man, and there had been many, she had never envisaged him wanting children with her. He just didn't seem paternal.

He obviously read her concerns in her body language because he leant in closer putting out his finger for the baby to latch onto with her tiny fist, 'want to start trying today! After all there's no time like the present.'

He caught her eye and smiled and she found herself starting to lean in, wanting to kiss him but he pulled back and said more loudly to the group, 'thankfully it seems little Jessica has inherited Mary's looks and here's hoping her intellect as well.'

John huffed in the corner, 'yeah, thanks for that mate,' was his sarcastic response as everyone else laughed.

Eventually Molly had to give the baby up to the next admirer, Mrs Hudson, and she went through to the kitchen in search of a drink. Most were out on the table in the dining room but John had put her bottle of white wine in the fridge to keep it cool.

As she hunted for a corkscrew she didn't notice Sherlock coming up behind her until his hands slid around her waist. She jumped a little before relaxing back into his embrace feeling his lips kiss the base of her neck. 'I'm assuming you turned up with Gavin to try to make me jealous, and if that was your plan it worked.'

As he sucked harder on her skin his hands moved up to caress her breasts and Molly let out a low moan. She wanted him. It had only been a few days since their relationship had started and knowing she could touch him and be touched by him had her squirming just thinking about it. She couldn't wait until the party was over and they could go back to hers or Baker St.

His thumb was moving in circles over her nipple and she knew it was hard under his ministrations. She found herself longing to feel his mouth there instead.

'I figure we need to be present for the actual ceremony but then I don't think we'll be missed for fifteen minutes or so. I'll let you know when and then I'll meet you in John's room, second door on the right.'

She gasped in shock at what he was suggesting, she knew what he'd said in the text and had even come prepared but until now she hadn't truly considered he might want to go through with it. The risks of being caught were huge and Molly was embarrassed by how aroused it seemed to make her feel; but before she could say anything he had released her and was adding, 'so the blood coagulation on the Sander's case proved that it had to be the brother...Gavin, are you escaping the baby talk as well?'

'Oh, hey Sherlock. I didn't know you were in here as well. I just noticed Molly had been gone a while and came to see if she needed any help.'

Molly hoped she could dissemble as well as Sherlock as she turned to Greg smiling, 'I was just looking for the bottle opener...oh here it is.'

Greg immediately stepped forwards, 'here let me...' But Sherlock beat him to it plucking the opener from Molly's grasp and then picking up her wine.

Greg stood back awkwardly, 'so, how was the case in Bromsgrove? I heard on the grapevine that everything was recovered. All straight forward?'

Sherlock glared at him as though willing him out of the room by sheer mental force but Lestrade seemed oblivious as he smiled at Molly.

'The case was fine. All solved, as ever, by me.'

'Cool, great. So are you coming out into the garden then Molly, I think the naming ceremony is about to get started.'

'Oh...um,' Molly looked between Sherlock and Lestrade feeling a little caught in the middle but then said a quick 'OK' and followed the Detective Inspector outside with an irritated Sherlock bringing up the rear.

She stood at the edge of the small group, who were all gathered around John and Mary and a naming celebrant. Sherlock proudly went and stood by John, in his role as 'supporter', which he'd informed Molly was in place of religious godparents.

They all listened carefully as the baby was introduced and named and Sherlock said his part about helping to protect her, then he made his way back over to Molly to stand and watch whilst various friends and relatives said words or read out poems.

There was no one stood behind them and Molly soon felt Sherlock's hand slide over her hip. She turned her head to look at him but his attention seemed to be focused ahead of them at the ceremony but she could still feel his hand as it started to move under the folds of her dress.

As he touched the bare skin of her upper thigh she let out a short gasp of shock which had a couple of people looking round at her in concern but Sherlock didn't stop until she took a step to one side and glared at him. This time there was a small smile playing on his lips.

She wanted his hands on her but not now, not here. Then it occurred to her, two could play at that game and she could be so much more effective than he could.

She moved so she was stood in front of him once more and casually she put one hand behind her back. When she cupped him through his trousers he masked his reaction with a slight cough and Molly had to concentrate hard not to actually laugh out loud. Slowly she let her hand tighten around him feeling him pulse in response even as he tried to pull her hand away.

She let him, only to then move her other hand behind her back and repeat the manoeuvre. She could feel him getting harder until she could stroke the length of him through his trousers.

As the ceremony grew to a close with all the witnesses cheering and clapping Sherlock leant forward and whispered, 'you, are in trouble Molly Hooper.' She smiled to herself, biting her lip, and she felt a frisson of nerves ripple through her. Hearing his voice like that had her wanting him regardless of the location.

They all started to break into smaller groups with some staying in the garden and others making their way back inside. Sherlock followed Molly into the front room and once again whispered in her ear, 'Watson's bedroom, second on the right, five minutes.' Then he walked away from her catching up with Lestrade and striking up a conversation.

Molly chatted with Mrs Hudson until, with one eye on the clock, she eventually made her apologies on the excuse of needing the loo. She felt both nervous and excited as she made her way upstairs and quietly opened up the door into the darkened bedroom.

'Sherlock...' She whispered softly into the greyness but there was no response. She stepped in and closed the door behind her and prayed that no one would find her in here, she had absolutely no excuse to be there.

A couple of moments later she heard familiar footsteps on the stairs, which made her heart beat faster in her chest, and the next minute the door opened and closed and he was there with her.

There was no need for words, instead he just took her in his arms and kissed her as though he hadn't seen her in weeks, and Molly was no less eager to return it. She felt more alive in that moment in that quiet, darkened bedroom than she had in years.

This time when his hand crept under the folds of her dress there was no stopping him. At least not until he realised that she was naked underneath the dress; for him.

He broke the kiss in shock, his hand still cupping her naked quim, 'Molly Hooper, you never fail to surprise me.'

This time when he kissed her his fingers were already starting to move inside her making her moan out loud before she checked herself, aware that they needed to keep a semblance of quiet so as to not be caught.

'God, Molly you feel so wet. Do you have any idea how much I want you right now?'

He kissed down her neck as she mumbled a response; her hands already tangling in his curls, loving how soft they felt. Loving the fact that she could touch him and let her hands roam freely over his body.

He manoeuvred them both towards the bed until the backs of Molly's knees hit the bed frame and they fell onto it hearing it creak and groan underneath them.

The weight of him added to his hand as he ground the heel of his palm against her clit had Molly gasping and realising how close she already was to orgasming. She pulled on his hair lightly before she groped around in her pocket for the condom she'd brought with her.

He sat up a bit and pulled his hand away; making a show of licking his fingers in front of her as he smiled sinfully.

She pushed the condom at him, 'here, put this on.'

This had him frowning, 'why, we haven't used one before...you know I'm clean and you're on birth control; it hardly seems worth it.'

'Yes, but I don't want to get this dress ruined.'

He rolled his hand and huffed but took it, 'fine, but you'll have it put it on...I'm a little out of practice.' He smirked and she couldn't resist.

He sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Molly sank to her knees in front of him: her fingers already unfastening his trousers and releasing his erection.

As she wrapped her small hand around him she couldn't resist sliding her fist up and down his length, listening to him stifling a low groan as he leant back with his head thrown back and his eyes closed. That just egged her on and she moved forwards so she could take him into her mouth. As she did he jolted in surprise and she heard him swear.

Hearing him swearing and saying her name, with his cock in her mouth had her pelvic muscles clenching with need. She knew that neither of them would last long, this situation was just too arousing.

She didn't tease him for too long before she released him and quickly sheathed him with the rubber. Then, climbing back onto the bed, she placed a knee either side of his hips and she slid down on top of him, feeling his hands on her hips as he lay back onto the bed.

In this position she was very much the master of her own pleasure and Sherlock did everything he could to assist her. Somehow he managed to release one breast from the confines of her dress and he brought his head up to suck and bite on her nipple as she leant over him. He felt so good and so big as they moved together perfectly.

Just as she started to come he moved his lips back to her mouth effectively swallowing any noise she made before he came himself; biting back a groan and quietly calling out her name. She could feel his muscles straining under her as he gave into his release and it had her already craving more.

They kissed once again before they reluctantly separated. 'Don't think I've finished with you yet Molly, you'll be coming back to Baker St once this hideous event is over. Now, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?'

He held up the offending condom before making to throw it in the bin in the corner of the room. Molly squeaked in horror, 'you can't do that! Here, wrap it in a couple of tissues and put it in your pocket until you can dispose of it.'

She giggled at his look of disgust but he did as he was told and even joined her in laughing as they started to exit the room only for them both to be brought up short by the sight of Mary Watson leaning against the opposite wall with her arms crossed and a glower on her face.

'And what exactly were you two doing in my bedroom? And don't try and lie to me Sherlock Holmes because I can always tell you know.'

He smiled and shrugged and then placed one arm around Molly's waist, 'you already know so there's really no point either of us saying anything.'

'So you WERE shagging. And how long has this been going on exactly?'

This time it was Molly who answered, 'not long, just over a week.'

'And you had to use my room to do it...'

This time Sherlock smirked, 'well, it serves John right for all those nights I had to listen to him having sex in his room in Baker St, seemed fitting somehow. Anyway, I hardly think you have room to be that upset with us Mary, I seem to remember you shot me and I still forgave you.'

She let out a frustrated sigh and pushed off the wall, 'you're never going to let me forget that are you?'

Sherlock smiled at her, 'nope, so how exactly did you know we were up here?'

She raised her eyebrows, 'you're not the only one who's observant Sherlock and it was obvious all afternoon that something was going on between you two. Are you keeping it quiet or not?'

Sherlock looked over at Molly and smiled, 'I have no problem with people knowing, up to you.'

Molly thought for a second or two, 'oh, I don't know. Might be fun to keep it quiet just a little bit longer, I kind of find the sneaking around sexy.' She leant towards Sherlock who smiled and moved into her for a slow kiss.

Distantly, in the background, Molly heard Mary making an eww noise before making her way down the stairs, 'I think I'll leave you two to it but no more shagging in my bed!'

Hope you liked it Lil, and to the rest of you please let me know what you thought. Now, which idea shall I work on next? Playing with Food or in a cinema?