Chapter 7 Molly's Turn. Ok before i start just recently seen an interview about the Sherlock Series 3 coming out soon later this year all being well ''apparently'' Who's looking forward to that then?. I have been lucky enough to see them do the shooting before in London being a Norfolk girl i am close to London so have seen them shooting there. It's in the works either way!.
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It has taken a bloody long while to get to the ''Shagging Sherlock Stage'' however no matter how much Molly hated herself for her wild imagination in her dreams of the hot detective she could now make some of her dreams more realistic. He had spent a while the other night teasing her. NOW it was her turn!.
Mousey Pathologist or was it Mousey Molly that people called her at work. Ha! Fuck them. Molly knew how she really worked, but showing her naughty side in public would most likely get her an Irene Adler type reputation and last time she checked Sherlock did not find her interesting at all. She must be doing something right. But she wanted to know what it was.
Molly glanced up to see Sherlock still fully engrossed in his work. He did not change character just for her, she had not seen him for 3 days, Lestrade had good reason to contact him before it must be a pretty interesting case however Molly had allot of paper work to do on the 3 dead bodies she had to have brought into her lab all on the same day not that she was really focused on her work at this moment in time. Sherlock glanced up and smiled at her warmly, he was thankfully in a good mood and not stressed over the case at all, not that he was really close to finding the murderer.
''Your staring'' he said still looking into his microscope.
''Your working'' She said and turned away before she saw his sudden expessesion.
Molly and Sherlock rarely spoke for the rest of the morning, it was a comfortable silence, she knew that he was busy and she soon got into her paperwork so the two sat in the same lab quietly working. Molly rarely moved as did Sherlock but they exchanged glances every now and then making the company all the better.
Molly was writing a report for one of the post mortems she had to do when a pair of hands snaked around her waist, she could smell his body spray, sweet but strong making him all the more tempting.
''Would you like me to take you to lunch''
''Hmmm.. where i cannot leave the hospital today, way to much to do.''
''The canteen then'' He said.
''John will have to come to'' Sherlock said slightly disappointed.
''Thats ok'' Molly said, in all honesty she knew she would have to go back to work fairly quickly, john would mean Sherlock was distracted more making it easier for her to slip away.
''Right then, i will meet you here at 12 and we shall have lunch'' It sounded like he was repeating the plans just to make sure for himself. She knew Sherlock did not do this kind of thing so felt very flattered at his request.
''Ok sounds good'' Molly said as she slipped off to grab some supplies.
The morning moved on fairly quickly and Molly was engrossed in her paper work just as Sherlock and John walked in the door. She looked up and admired the way Sherlock's long coat flowed behind him. She knew he would miss it just as much as her when summer finally arrived, if it ever actually did.
''Shall we go then?'' Sherlock said calmly
Molly, Sherlock and John walked through the corridors of the hospital quietly. John seemed more keen to get to the canteen than the other two who were trailing behind. Once in the canteen Sherlock went to get a table while Molly and John grabbed some food for themselves.
''He has been happier lately'' John did not make eye contact but Molly knew who he was talking about.
''He loves his cases'' She said innocently.
''But he seems like he tries to hard sometimes, and recently he has been focused on other things to, like there is more than one puzzle in his life at the moment, its very confusing to keep up with him at times.'' Molly felt herself blushing with the pure hope that she was his puzzle.
''Well...This is Sherlock Holmes we are talking about, don't try and figure him out john, you will burn your brain'' John laughed.
''Its frazzled Molly, has been since the first day we met !''
Molly smiled, John had the biggest heart any girl could ask for, always wanted to help and was always so polite, he had nothing in common with Sherlock, Yet who did really?. But they made the best pair together.
She was deep in thought when she sat next to Sherlock at the canteen table, he was on his blackberry doing something but rested his hand reassuringly on her thigh, leaving her skin hot to his touch. ''stop worrying'' he murmured, ''your on your lunch break, whatever it is can wait''
Molly did not answer, instead her hand slid up his thigh, covered by the neat table cloth, it rested there, She saw Sherlock's body tense up to the touch, trying to blot out the feelings, he removed his hand to stir his coffee John had done for him, Molly's stayed firmly there.
She sat in conversation with John for a short time, Sherlock's body was still as tense as it was before she knew this kind of contact was not something he was used to. He hated public attention, this was just the same in his eyes.
Molly's hand began tracing feather like trails all along his legs, across his stomach and back down his legs, all narrowly missing his groin, at one time she raked her nails over it applying more pressure, smiling to herself after she heard the hiss come out of Sherlock's thought.
''Sherlock, are you ok?'' John asked looking at him. ''You have not said anything for ages''
''Hmm, Umm Yes John, Fine'' He said narrowly, Mollys hand was spending more time in the designated area. Feeling the tension rise she was now pulling feather like touches across his groin and still feeling the strong arousal built there.
John looked at Molly who smiled back, she had no issue with anything as far as John could see Sherlock was just being well Sherlock.
Molly glanced at her watch and saw the time, she then looked at Sherlock and saw his breathing slowly increasing as he tried his hardest to blot out the sensations. Failing terribly. She patted his groin lightly, this time the detective let out a low groan of mostly frustration. Mollys eyes immediately flickered to John.
''He is so bloody impatient John said finishing up his food. Always wants to keep going'' Sherlock glanced over at John then at Molly. It took all her will power not to say something sarcastic, the irony in the statement john just made was so classic, she really began to feel for him.
''Anyway Molly said getting up, I really must be going now, thanks for the lunch Sherlock. Who was she kidding she did not eat anything anyway. Sherlock said nothing but the look was pure lust and arousal, she noticed how he pulled his coat around his waist before standing up.
Molly wandered on back to the lab in front of the two men talking to each other. She could feel Sherlocks eyes on her, but what part was another story. She turned off into the lab waving goodbye. Moments later Sherlock came in alone.
''Where is John?'' Molly asked casually.
''Well played Miss Hooper, however pull a stunt like that again you will be fighting your own body as much as mine''
''Might have to try that one day Mr Holmes, sounds interesting'' Sherlock smiled at the challenge.
''Just one question'' He asked politely ''How do you suppose i continue my work this afternoon in the state that i am.''
''Well i suppose i could help you out'' Molly said thoughtfully, she noticed Sherlock's eyes light up a little, ''But that would be cheating, self control, its just one big game. Ha! Suck on that Holmes.
Molly's body was tingling all over, she was glad Sherlock was kind to her in the canteen he was right when it came to her lack of self control.
Sherlock walked towards her, moving in for a kiss molly had no idea she was so keen to accept, however Sherlock's mouth moved to her neck finding Molly's sensitive spot and working on that area within a few minutes she was just as aroused as he was and he had not done much at all.
''I shall call you'' He said pulling away, his breath hot on her neck. Molly looked gutted at the fact he was leaving, next time she would think twice about denying him 'Help'.
''Ok'' Was all Molly could say.
Sherlock spun around a smile played on his lips. ''You know the best thing about you Miss Hooper, It does not matter how hard i try to figure you out, something new comes along and confuses me once again. I wonder how long you can keep that up for'' Keep it up, i don't know how im bloody doing it. Molly thought strongly about what he said as he fleeted out the door with one of his knee weakening grins.