So, Molly and Sherlock have gone to his parents house and just for a change I've decided to make Sherlock's mum a bit of a bitch. Well...something made him and Mycroft the way they are so I wanted to explore the exacting parent angle. I'd be interested in hearing what you think of my take on it and whether it's too OOC.

Thanks to Lil for the prompt (sex against a tree) and for helping me iron out some of the kinks in the storyline and also kudos to applejacks0808 who suggested sex in Sherlock's childhood tree house. I took both ideas and ran with it.

Chapter 6 – Childhood Haunts

As they got closer to his parent's house Sherlock fell quiet and Molly leant against him looking out of the window at the green and lush countryside. Within ten minutes they turned into a grand looking entrance with iron gates which looked like they hadn't been closed in decades. They only seemed to go a short way before the car stopped outside a cosy looking cottage.

Sherlock took a deep breath and started to sit up. 'Well, we're here. I...' He sighed and Molly frowned.

'What is it? What's wrong?'

He narrowed his eyes and then shrugged. 'Nothing. Come on.'

He opened the door and helped Molly out before assisting the driver with unloading their bags.

The door to the cottage opened and an elderly couple came out. The man was smiling but the wife had a serious on her face which just reminded Molly of Mycroft. She picked up her small overnight bag and smiled at Sherlock before turning her smile on his parents; hoping she looked presentable.

Sherlock's mother acted as though she hadn't noticed Molly and she just sniffed before glancing at her watch. 'You're late.'

Sherlock frowned. 'I didn't give a time.'

'Well you're later than I expected. I suppose you'd better come in.'

She give him a quick embrace before she turned on her heel leaving Sherlock to greet his dad. There at least the welcome was more as Molly expected it to be. His dad gave his son a warm bear hug and commented how glad he was to see him. Then he turned his attention on Molly.

'So you must be Dr Hooper, I have to say girl we though he'd never get round to settling down with someone so you are very welcome.'

She shook his hand and smiled, seeing a clear resemblance between Sherlock and his dad. 'Thank you and please call me Molly.'

'And you can call me Si. The full name is a bit of a mouthful, we seem to be cursed with odd names in this family, it was my mother's fault she was a bit overbearing. Anyway come in, come in.'

The house itself was very cosy and welcoming. Sherlock showed Molly upstairs so they could freshen up. She was a bit bemused that they really were to be in separate rooms and she made the mistake of commenting on it not realising that Sherlock's mum had followed them up the stairs.

'Yes, well I think you'll find Doctor Hooper that whilst under my roof my son lives under my rules. I would have also thought that you'd realise that men don't tend to marry women who are too free with their favours. Something the modern woman seems to not know and to her detriment.'

Molly was a little stunned in the face of such old fashioned views and whilst normally she would have challenged them she was trying to make a good impression on his parents.

Sherlock huffed. 'Yes well thanks for your input into our relationship mother but I think you'll find we can manage it ourselves.'

'Are you sure about that Sherlock...because relationships have never been your forte in the past have they. You need to make sure you're with the right person and not rush into anything. Anyway Doctor Hooper your room is down here.'

As Molly followed Sherlock's mother she made the same overture about calling her Molly as she had to his dad.

'I think we're better off sticking to formalities don't you. I'd prefer Mrs Holmes. I suspect I shall be the only bearer of that name anyway.'

Molly frowned and tried not to feel too slighted. No wonder Sherlock had been concerned about coming here. This woman was awful and not welcoming at all. She'd got the impression from John that she was quite friendly so maybe it was something about her that was at fault.

She was left to unpack and freshen up and after she'd finished she sat on the edge of her bed summoning the enthusiasm to go down and face them again. It was then that she heard the soft knock on her door before it was pushed open by Sherlock. He must have sensed her mood because he came and sat on the bed next to her taking one of her hands in his.

'Listen, we don't have to stay if you don't want. My mother is just...protective when it comes to Mycroft and myself but I refuse to let my mother's exacting standards make you feel sad or inadequate in any way because you aren't.'

Molly smiled and looked at him, searching his face. 'Was she always like this? Is this why you and Mycroft are so...I mean...' She floundered not wanting to insult him but not sure how to get her meaning across.

'If cold and unemotional is what you meant then yes...I suppose she is to blame. Her standards were always so high...too high. No child could ever have lived up to them. Mycroft is still trying to meet them whereas I rebelled.'

'And your dad...why didn't he stick up for you?'

'Well, he loves her. He tried but he was always a little ineffectual. Anyway, she does mean well..she just always wanted the best for us.'

They were silent for a moment before he added. 'I meant what I said. Give me the word and we'll leave.'

Molly took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter. 'No, I can do this...we can do this. Come on.' Then she leant forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips before standing and walking out of her room with Sherlock close behind her.

Dinner was a strange affair. Sherlock was fairly quiet throughout unless he was asked a direct question. His mother dominated the conversation talking about friends and family that Molly knew nothing of. Si asked her the odd question but the first couple of times Sherlock's mum just talked over her answer. The third time Molly put her hand up.

'I'm sorry Mrs Holmes. Your husband was asking me something.' She turned to him and smiled. 'No, I don't have any siblings. It's just me and my mum.'

There was a sniff and Molly turned her head to face Mrs Holmes still smiling sweetly though it was a little more forced.

'And who are your family?'

Molly frowned. 'I'm sorry.'

'Your family...your father. What did he do...who are you descended from?'

'Oh,' Molly giggled a little. 'I come from a long line of unimportant and unknown but loving Hoopers. My father was a plumber.'

Sherlock's mum shook her head as though in despair. 'A plumber! Oh dear God.'

'Now come on Vee it's a perfectly respectable profession.'

Molly had always been proud of her dad. He'd worked damn hard his whole life and had been so proud of Molly for being the first in the family to go to university. She was not about to see it disparaged not by anyone even if she was Sherlock's mother.

'Do you have a problem with plumbers because I think you'd find having to go to the loo in a hole in the garden a little unrefined and less than posh. That is of course where you would be if this world didn't have plumbers.'

Sherlock's mother narrowed her eyes and Molly could see the resemblance between mother and son just for a split second. She breathed in sharply but her need for politeness seemed to win out and she titled her head. 'Well, I suppose you're not wrong there.'

Molly exhaled a little and took another bite of her food.

'And it's not like we have to worry about marrying into a family of plumbers.'

Sherlock threw his napkin down on his plate and stood up. 'I've had enough food and enough conversation. I think I'll just have a drink. Molly, would you care to join me?'

Molly nodded and stood. 'Yes, I think I will.'

Normally in someone else's house she would have been the first to offer to help clear up or do the washing but she was still mad at the implied slight on her father. She had no idea why his mum had taken such a dislike to her but she had and Molly wasn't sure they would get past it and helping to wash up really wouldn't make any difference.

She followed Sherlock out into the front room where he poured them both a whiskey before opening the French Windows to the garden. It was already dark and the moon was out but other than that it was a balmy summer's evening, warmer than Molly had been expecting.

She walked up to Sherlock's side and nudged him with her elbow before looking up and giving him a small smile. 'Are you OK?'

He rolled his eyes. 'Not really. I should have warned you more...damn it I should have said no to the invite and never subjected you to it in the first place.'

He was silent for a minute as he looked out across the perfectly mowed lawn then he turned his head and looked down at Molly by his side. 'You do know she actually likes you.'

Molly frowned and her mouth opened a little in shock. After the evening they'd just had that was the last thing she had expected Sherlock to say. 'What on earth gives you that idea?'

'Well, she's giving you a hard time. If she wasn't it would be because she absolutely didn't see you as a permanent fixture in my life and therefore my families. She deduced that the moment she saw you and now she's testing to see how strong you are and how capable you'll be at standing up to me.'

Molly didn't know why she was so surprised. She knew two Holmes men who were thoroughly fucked up and didn't act like the rest of the human race so why had she expected their mother to be any different.

'And how do you think I did?'

Now it was his turn to smile at her. 'I think you did magnificently and more to the point you standing up for yourself...that was really sexy.'

He plucked her empty glass from her hand and placed it onto the patio table at his side then he brought his hand up to her face and kissed her. It was the sort of kiss that made her feel as though her bones were melting. She leant against him for support and let her hands slide under his jacket reveling in the warm solidness of his body.

When they broke apart he gave her a wicked smile. 'Fancy going to see my old tree house?'

When she nodded he took hold of her hand and towed her across the grass away from the glow of the house lights. She looked back seeing the curtains at the French doors fluttering in the evening breeze.

They soon reached the trees at the edge of the garden and they followed a short path which led to a low wall with a wooden gate in it. Sherlock nimbly unlocked it and led her through and deeper into what appeared to be a wood at the back of his parent's property.

After about a minute he ducked off the path to the right and made his way through the trees with Molly struggling to keep up with him. 'Hey, slow down. I have heels on here.' He looked around and frowned at her feet before sweeping her up into his arms. She yelped a little in surprise feeling not quite as safe in his arms as she would have liked. There was a lot of undergrowth and branches and she had images of him tripping and the two of them going head over heels.

They didn't though and it wasn't long before they arrived at an ancient old oak tree with the remains of what had clearly been a children's play area built into the branches.

Sherlock let her back down onto her feet as he gazed up into the tree. 'It seems smaller than I remember.'

He spoke wistfully and Molly wondered what memories it was conjuring up for him. She asked and he smiled telling her about afternoons spent hiding in the tree, pretending he was a pirate setting sail on the seven seas.

'Redbeard, my dog, even learnt how to get up there...we had a ladder you see. Mycroft used to play as well until he left for boarding school then, when he came home for the holidays, he was always too busy, too grown up and I just got in his way.'

He looked back down at Molly and as she looked into his eyes the atmosphere seemed to shift and as he stepped towards her she leant back against the rough bark of the tree and shivered.

He mistook her reactions for cold and quickly removed his jacket and placed it around her shoulders before leaning in for a kiss. Just as before Molly felt her body come alive under his touch. He pressed her up against the tree as his tongue slid into her mouth tasting her and making her moan. His hands moved from her waist to her breasts and she pushed into his hands wanting to feel him touching her and desiring her.

As his kiss faltered he said her name in a low, lust-filled voice which had her physically reacting to him. Then he let his mouth move down her throat, his tongue sliding against her skin. He let his hands move around her back so he could unzip her dress before pulling the front down just enough that he could capture her naked breast in his warm mouth. She held his head in place as she felt his teeth graze her nipple before biting down just enough to release a flood of heat into her abdomen. He knew exactly what to do to turn her on and she loved him for it.

Molly didn't know how long she stood in the moonlight with Sherlock teasing and biting and kissing her breasts but she knew she needed more. She put her hands on his face and pulled him back up to her so she could kiss him trying to show her need and desire with her actions, pulling his gorgeous dark blue shirt from his trousers and biting his bottom lip.

In turn he started to ruck her dress up to her hips until his hands could get under the material. When he pressed his hand against her damp knickers she gasped with need opening her legs wider so he could slip his fingers under the material and use her juices to aid his movements. As he entered her with a single digit she moaned and he quickly added another using the weight of his body to press the heel of his hand against her clit until she was squirming beneath him.

She wanted more though and they seemed to act as one as he removed his hand, pulling her pants down her legs, then she released the fastenings on his trousers pushing them down his hips until she could hold him in her grasp. She slid her hand down his shaft feeling how soft his skin was compared to the hardness beneath and he groaned against her neck.

The next minute he picked her up, as though she weighed nothing at all, and she wrapped her legs around his hips feeling him pressing against her entrance. He seemed to wait there for an age until she was pulling on his skin desperate to feel him inside her. In the end he sank into her with a low 'fuck' and she knew she was already so close to coming. Her muscles were tightening around him as he started to move within her and she clung to him with her eyes tight shut as she sucked and bit on the skin at the base of his neck.

She didn't know if there was anyone near enough to hear them but in that moment Molly didn't care and as she came she called out his name letting out a stream of 'oh god's' as her climax seemed to build and last forever. Finally she felt him let go himself. His fingers were digging into her hips pulling her down onto him as much as he was thrusting up and he pumped his release as deep inside her as he could manage.

As they caught their breath Sherlock kissed along her jaw until her reached her mouth. It was a long, slow kiss which had Molly wishing and hoping that she would never lose him. She wasn't sure that she could survive that now, not after knowing him like this.

Finally he put her down and the two of them set about redressing themselves. Molly had definitely been glad of Sherlock's jacket; it had certainly protected her back from the rough bark but she wasn't too sure it was salvageable. The material was a little torn and very dirty where the moss from the tree back had embedded itself into the expensive thread.

'Hmm, maybe I won't wear this in the house. My parents aren't particularly naive.' He frowned and Molly couldn't help but giggle.

He raised his eyebrows but did let out a chuckle. 'Let's just say that's one way to wipe away my childhood memories now all I'll remember when I come back here is the sounds you made as I made you come.'

They were still giggling and happy as they made their way back into his parents garden. As they went through the ramshackled wooden gate Molly remembered the far more impressive wrought iron gates that they'd originally driven through as they'd arrived at the cottage and she looked behind her at the wood.

'So, who owns that land back there?'

'Hmm...' Sherlock looked over his shoulder as if to see where she was indicating.

'Oh, we do. It's the Holmes estate...Listerdale Hall. Mum and Dad never liked living there though, it was far too grand for their tastes, hence they live here in the lodge. Mycroft uses the main house for any wining and dining he has to do but we'll both inherit it jointly eventually.'

'Oh.' Molly was a little speechless, realising for the first time that maybe Sherlock was a little posher and richer than she'd ever realised, maybe his mum had a point about marrying into a family of plumbers.

Sherlock didn't even look around as they made their way across the lawn but he suddenly said, 'stop it.'

'Stop what?'

He turned around to face her and put his hands on her hips, dipping his head down so he was level with hers. 'Stop thinking that you aren't good enough for me because you are. If anything, I don't deserve you. Now let's go and finish proving that to my mother.' He gave her a last kiss and then together they made their way back into his parent's home.

There we go, I hope you liked it. Let me know xxx