"What do you mean he's back?" Lestrade and John frowned as they looked up at Sherlock, their faces perfectly mirroring one another. The Consulting Detective was pacing the sitting room, his fingers pressed together, a frown on his face. Moriarty was clever, cunning and intelligent. It wouldn't do to underestimate him, not this time, not with her at risk. Sherlock passed his phone to Lestrade, the message still up on the screen. He'd not mentioned anything to Molly yet, he didn't need her worrying.
"What if he comes back?" John looked between the two other men
"We'll station a few men to watch the house.."
"What's the point? They're all idiots.." Lestrade shook his head at Sherlock's words, before shrugging.
"Then what do you suggest?"
"I.. don't know.." Sherlock sighed, rubbing his temples. Quietly, he moved towards the computer desk and opened the top drawer, pulling out a box of nicotine patches and quickly placing one on his forearm, beside the one that was already there. "Whatever we do.. I don't want Molly knowing he's back."
"Sherlock, she's going to find out.." the doctor sighed, glancing at his watch. They'd been going round in circles for over an hour now, and he was late for his date. Yes, often things were more important and this was certainly one of those things, but they were getting nowhere.
"Not for a while.. She'll be with me."
"All the time?" Lestrade asked as he rose to his feet.
"Constantly."
He watched her closely as she lay back against the pile of pillows, reading. He wasn't sure how they'd gotten to the point where they were basically living together and sharing a bed without ever having a conversation about dating, it had just.. happened. In a way, Sherlock was thankful. Had it been a sudden thing, he'd probably have resisted it all completely until he'd driven her away. But slowly, he'd adapted to Molly being in his life, being his.. girlfriend.
"What are you reading?"
"Lord of the Flies.."
"Didn't you read that at school?"
"Yes, but I was thinking about it the other day.. Thought I'd re-read.." he nodded and smiled, kissing her cheek softly. Molly placed the book on the bedside table and turned to press her lips to his, her fingers brushing over his cheek. She kissed him deeply, trailing her hands down his chest, lightly popping open his shirt buttons and pushing the thin material from his shoulders. Her lips trailed down his chest as her fingers unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them over his hips, continuing with his boxers until Sherlock Holmes lay naked beneath her. At the feel of her warm breath over his groin, something inside Sherlock came to life as her lips trailed over his neck, and he was surprised to find himself stirring in other places.
Her lips returned to his as his fingers ran up her night dress but Molly froze as she felt his erection pressed against her thigh. "What is it?" Sherlock whispered softly against her ear. She swallowed hard, looking at his face. "I just.. can't.. I'm sorry..." she pulled back, shaking slightly as flashbacks of her torture came flooding back. Sherlock grabbed his boxers and put them back on before pulling Molly into his arms, cuddling her.
"It's fine Molly.. I don't know what came over me.."
"Oh it wasn't you.. This.." she sighed, resting her head against his chest "I'm letting him win, aren't I?" Sherlock didn't answer, but simply pressed his lips against her temple. Molly looked up at him and shifted herself in his lap. so she was straddling his waist. Her eyes looked into his as she spoke softly
"I don't want him to win.." she smiled as she lowered herself onto him, letting out a low moan as she felt Sherlock's length slowly slipping into her.
Sherlock remained still, not wanting to force Molly to do anything she didn't want to, but the urge to push up into her delicious warmth was growing too tempting to resist. Molly's eyes remained fixed on Sherlock's face as she slowly began to move upon him. She wanted to remind herself that it was Sherlock, it wasn't Jim or Sebastian, but the man she'd loved for years. His fingers ran down her back and she smiled softly, pressing her lips to his as her movements began to gain speed. She clenched around him, moaning softly against his lips and Sherlock couldn't hold off anymore. He began to raise his hips to meet hers, pushing deep into her, his hands holding her waist. She lost herself then, her thoughts disappearing completely, her worries and insecurities and horrid thoughts of Moran and Moriarty completely disappearing as Sherlock's body moulded with hers. They reached their climax together and lay panting heavily, Molly's face pressed against Sherlock's chest as it rose and fell rapidly. He brushed his fingers through her hair, holding her tight against his body as she closed her eyes, quietly drifting off to sleep.
Sherlock watched her sleep, his eyes drinking in every detail of the way she slept. She was perfect, his Molly Hooper, and she was his. He couldn't quite believe that his life had turned out this way, but he was so incredibly happy that it had. His eyes trailed over to the bedside table, his attention caught by his mobile phone as it lit up. He shifted gently, moving from beneath Molly without disturbing her, and picked up his mobile phone.
When you're done playing with your girlfriend, come and play with me. St. Bart's. Do hurry. -Jim Moriarty x
