Molly essentially tore Sherlock's pants and underwear off, before he did the same to her underwear. She ground her naked body against his, feeling his perfectly defined chest against her breasts.
Sherlock placed the head of his penis at her opening, she then took control and slid down to take all of him into her at once. He pulled her head down to his and kissed her roughly, then planted kisses all over her face and chest, toying with her nipples with his tongue.
She began slowly moving up and down, Sherlock's mind burst alive, sorting through everything he'd ever thought. He gasped aloud and looked Molly in the eyes. She noticed his eyes looking into hers, but not really, he was looking in his mind.
She continued her movements anyways, he wasn't completely gone to the world.
*knock knock*
They both stopped as the still unlocked door swung open. John stood in the doorway, smiling at first, but then his eyes fell on Sherlock and Molly's naked bodies.
"Shit!" He cried and spun around.
"John! Oh my god! What're you doing here?!" Molly yelled, she attempted to slip off Sherlock but they both ended up toppling onto the floor. Sherlock reached up and grabbed the blanket Molly had draped over the back of the couch and wrapped it around himself and Molly.
"I originally came to give you this, Sherlock!" He turned back to face them, but still had a hand covering his eyes. In the other hand he held out Sherlock's violin.
"Ah! Excellent!" He exclaimed, pulling himself and Molly towards John to retrieve it, "You can open your eyes John, we're both moderately decent", he scoffed.
"Moderately?" He peeked out from behind his hand, "Oh thank The Lord! Sherlock idea of decent is a little askew", he said to Molly.
She laughed, "Um, while this was a lovely little chat, I like to put some clothes on! Mind popping back in about ten?"
"Of course, no, I'll be back soon", he said awkwardly. He closed the door behind him.
Sherlock and Molly both let out a massive sigh. They were huddled together beneath the blanket.
"So... Ten minutes, huh?" He raised an eyebrow at her.
She laughed, "I'm sure you can hold out until John leaves", she pushed on his chest lightly, "Now come on, we should get dressed. John obviously had something important to say", she pushed him a little harder until he stepped back out of the blanket. She then curled it up around herself, raised her chin and strutted off into her bedroom. Sherlock chuckled at her dramatics.
He scrambled about the flat looking for all of his clothes in the odd places that Molly had thrown them, he found his pants strewn across the television, one sock under the lounge and his coat was draped over a chair. No shirt though. Brilliant.
"Molly Hooper, where on Earth did you toss my shirt!" He yelled out to her.
Molly stuck her head out of the door, "No clue, you haven't found my pants by any chance?"
"Nope", he sighed.
She went back into her room and grabbed another pair of trousers while he continued to sift through everything in her apartment to find his shirt with no luck.
Molly came out fully clothed and looking proper, only to see a rather dishevelled Sherlock, wearing a pair of pants and one sock.
"Seriously, Sherlock?" She put her hands on her hips.
"This is all I could find!" He dropped to the couch.
"Nope, get up!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him up, "You are going to look at least half decent for John. Now, Sherlock Holmes, you find your shirt!"
"You sound like Mumm-" his eyes flicked downwards, "Mother... When I was younger".
"Mummy?" She giggled, "Were you, a full grown man about to refer to your mother as 'mummy'?"
He scowled at her.
She burst out laughing, she grasped Sherlock around the waist to keep herself upright, "Oh my goodness Sherlock, I'm so sorry! I think it might be because I've been awake since five, but that is the funniest thing I've ever heard!"
There was an almost inaudible knock at the door, "You guys are dressed now right?" Johns voice sounded from the other side of the door.
Molly wiped a tear out of the corner of her eye and straightened up, "Yes John, well I am anyways", she pushed Sherlock and pointed to his purple shirt under the coffee table.
John peeked into the flat, "Oh thank god!" He sighed.
"Hey John, you want a coffee?" She asked, trying to keep the conversation away from her and Sherlock having sex in front of him.
"Yeah, thanks Molly", he went to sit on the lounge but quickly re-thought his choice and sat on the chair opposite it.
Sherlock buttoned his shirt and flopped onto the lounge, "Thank you for my violin John", he smiled.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, who cares? What the hell is with you and Molly?!" He whispered.
"We talked. We kissed. We had sex. Nothing really", he shrugged.
"Nothing?! Sherlock. I have not seen you take a second glance at a woman since THE Woman, and we all know how that ended up", he sighed.
"Okay, so maybe it was something. But that is between her and I, don't you think John?" He raised an eyebrow at his companion.
John just leant back in his chair. Molly strolled in carrying two cups of tea and set them down, then came back with one for herself.
"Now. John", she sat down next to Sherlock, "What did you want to tell us?"
"That I think I know how to get the assassins out of the country!" He said excitedly.
Molly and Sherlock looked at each other.
"What?" Johns face dropped.
"I may have already done that", Sherlock muttered.
"May have?" He laughed, "Is that humility I hear, Sherlock Holmes?"
"I assure you, it was not", he scowled.
"What did you do to him?" John asked Molly.
"John, you saw what she did to me..." Sherlock smirked before she could reply, Molly's face turned scarlet in an instant. She took a sip of her tea.
"If I'd known that was all it took to calm Sherlock down, I'd of sent him over her a year ago!" John laughed.
Sherlock and Molly laughed too, they all sat around Molly's flat for a good two hours before John decided it was probably time for him to go, it was getting dark and it was difficult to get a cab in this part of the city. He thanked Molly for the tea and Sherlock for having left him with his own flat for a while.
"Picking up where we left off?" Sherlock growled into Molly's neck as John closed the door.
"Oh! Aren't we in a good mood?" He began unbuttoning his shirt and guiding him to the bedroom.
"I have a feeling we're in for a long night", Sherlock mumbled between kisses.
"Longer than any you've had before", Molly whispered as she kissed a trail across his chest.