So Sherlock and Molly finally did the deed! -cackles-

And now Sherlock wants to take her on holiday ... awww ...


Part Seven - Holiday in Dorset


Both Sherlock and Molly were busy with their suitcases.

"How come you want to take me on holiday?" she asked him as she folded a blouse.

Sherlock continued placing items in his suitcase, his back to her as he answered, "Because we are finally able to enjoy each other sexually and I want to be able to do so without any interruptions. No cases, no Mrs. Hudson, no John and no Mycroft. Although it's because of him that I was able to get the place so ... I'll send him a large cake as a thank you."

Molly chucked a sock at Sherlock's head. He turned and gave her a derisive glare.

"So it's that type of holiday," she said with a knowing smirk.

His glare turned into a wide smile. "Yes it is. I can assure you Molly, the majority of the clothes you're packing will not be worn."

Her own expression mirrored his. "Is that a promise?"

He stepped towards her, slipping an arm around her lower back. "Yes," he told her, before he dipped his head down and pressed his lips to hers. She crossed her arms over the back of his neck, standing on tip toe as the kiss grew in passion. When they parted Molly kept her arms about his neck.

"Are you going to tell me where you are taking me?" she asked.

"Dorset," he replied.

"Dorset? Why Dorset?"

"Because there is a place there that is both remote and private, and boasts spectacular views. Thought you'd enjoy that part. Also it's far enough, but not too far from London that we could return easily if something were to happen; such as you needing Dr. Wheaton."

"Which I won't," she declared firmly.

Sherlock shrugged, having learned that it was useless to argue with her about this.

"How long will we be away for?"

"A week. More if you want." He tipped his head to the side and began to leave a trail of kisses from her jaw to her neck.

"A week? I thought you meant for a long weekend! Sherlock I have work! I've had so much time off as it is!" Despite her protests she leaned her head back to grant him more access.

He nipped at her skin. "All has been taken care of. And that was medical leave, doesn't count."

She sighed, but didn't say anymore.


If flying on a private jet wasn't enough to make Molly feel a bit like a queen, when they arrived outside of where they would be staying she felt as if it were some sort of trick. This couldn't possibly be all for her.

"Sherlock!" she breathed out, slowly regaining her verbal faculties. "This is where we are staying?" She stood stock still, staring up at the short circular tower before them.

"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p' in his usual manner. "Come along, Molly."

She followed him, unable to keep her eyes off of the tower. She had never seen such a beautiful and unique structure. And what a location it was sat in! They were on a remote green cliff, that looked out to sea. Sherlock had been right, it did boast spectacular views.

"Molly!" he called out to her, making her realize that she had stopped to gawk.

She quickly hurried up to him and he smiled at her.

"I knew you'd like it."

She beamed. "Sherlock, I don't like it! I love it! Thank you for bringing me here!"

His smile turned into a cheeky smirk. "You can thank me properly once I've brought our things inside, and you've had a look about the place." He unlocked the door and they stepped inside.

The room was bright and cheery, the walls painted a soft yellow. A fire was already going in the fireplace, and the table had a bowl of fruit on it and a bottle of wine. The kitchen looked to be fully stocked. Just as Sherlock put down their suitcases, she turned and flung herself into his arms.

He let out an "Oooof!" then chuckled as he held her close.

"You're unbelievable! You know that?" she said to him.

A smile came to his lips.

"Don't answer that!" she said quickly, and he chuckled again. "What did I ever do, to deserve all of ...," she paused and looked about them, then returned her gaze to him, "...this?"

He held her a bit closer. "You put up with me, you want to be with me, you accept me for who I am and you don't try to change me. That's what you've done, and continue to do."

She kissed him, pouring as many of her emotions that she could into the kiss. "I do all of that because I care about you, Sherlock."

He leaned his forehead against hers. "I care about you too."

She smiled. "I know you do, you've proven that, time and time again over these passed weeks. I've never had anyone take care of me as well as you have done. You've spoiled me Sherlock ... and now with taking me here, I'm truly and utterly spoiled!"

"You deserve it, all of it. For all that you've done for me, saving me."

She kissed him again. "Where's the bedroom?" she asked, when they parted for breath some minutes later.

His eyes twinkled. "The next floor up."

"I think I need to take you to bed Mr. Holmes!" She grabbed his hand and led him up the stairs.

The moment that they reached the top step, Sherlock pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Their hands began to wander, tugging and pulling at each other's clothing. Within no time they were both naked and he guided her toward the bed. She laid down, expecting him to move on top of her, but he didn't. She looked at him questioningly. He smiled, and grasped her hips pulling her forward until her bum sat at the edge of the bed, as he stood in front of her. He then raised her legs, pressing them together before settling them both against his shoulder.

"Are you all right like this?" he questioned.

She nodded, her heart beginning to race in excited anticipation. His smile widened as he kept one hand on her thigh, the other he grasped around his cock and began to move the tip up and down her wet seam. Her circled her clit, a soft mewl escaping her, before he slid down to her centre and pressed in the head of his cock.

Sherlock swore loudly as he entered her slowly. "Molly, you're so tight like this!" He groaned, uttering another curse below his breath.

Molly was clutching tightly to the bed sheets as he thrust in and out of her at a near glacial pace. "Harder Sherlock, please! I want you to fuck me."

He took in a deep breath as he held onto her thighs with both of his hands and began to thrust into her as hard, deep, and as fast as he could.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she cried as his hips snapped against hers, his pelvis hitting her clit just right.

Suddenly he moved her legs away from him, not stopping his thrusts as he spread them apart, placing a leg on each shoulder. He was now entering her at a different angle, he moved his hands down to her bum and lifted her from the bed. She crossed her ankles at the back of his neck, her toes beginning to curl as he fucked her towards orgasm.

She cried out his name, her back arcing. He didn't stop his thrusts, holding tightly onto her until he too crashed over the edge. He held him self against her, his cock pulsing inside of her.

"Sherlock, oh Sherlock!" she whimpered.

When he saw that her eyes were glistening with tears, he quickly lowered her legs and pulled out of her. He climbed onto the bed, gently bringing her to the centre of the mattress.

"Molly?" He cradled her head in his hands, brushing away with his thumbs the few tears that had fallen. "Did I hurt you?"

She shook her head, sniffling slightly. "No Sherlock. You didn't hurt me."

He laid down beside her, looking her over. "Then why are you crying?"

She reached up and tugged him down to her, crashing their lips together. He still looked concerned when they pulled apart.

"I'm crying because of how you make me feel. No one has ever made me believe that I am as important, incredible, or desired in the way that you have. Sherlock you take me to heights I didn't even know existed. I'm so glad that we found each other, life would be a drab affair without you in it."

He seemed overwhelmed by all that she had just told him, and the orgasmic fug that his brain was still currently working through didn't exactly help. But she understood, she knew that he felt the same. She curled herself against him, and he laid his head upon her breast, the sound of her still-rapid beating heart, lulling him to sleep.

She gently moved her fingers through his hair, dozing off and on sporadically. The sun set, filling the room with an orange glow. Sherlock slept on. Just as night settled in, and the first stars began to appear, he rolled off her, onto his stomach. The glow of the moonlight from the open window made his skin appear to almost be glowing. She gently traced her fingers across his scars, wondering to herself how such a man that had endured so many terrible things, could manage to love her so sweetly.

Ever so quietly she got up from the bed and padded down the stairs. She unzipped her suitcase and pulled out a dressing gown. After slipping it on and tying it she looked about the kitchen. For a few moments she considered making a cup of tea, but then decided against it. She returned to the bedroom, noting that Sherlock had moved onto his back, nearly spread-eagle. Suppressing a giggle as a loud snore erupted from him, she moved towards a door that she quickly realized opened up to a balcony. She stepped outside, hugging the dressing gown close to her as the cool ocean air kissed her skin.

The sky took her breath away. Never before had she seen so many stars. The crescent moon looked almost like the Cheshire Cat grin. She leaned against the stone, looking out across the dark ocean. The silence was astounding. She felt incredibly small and insignificant, standing beneath such beauty.

Suddenly a pair of warm arms enveloped her from behind. She hummed, leaning back against him.

"You are not insignificant Molly."

She could feel herself blush. "How do you always know my thoughts?"

He pressed his cheek against her neck. "I'm in tune with them."

She smiled. "I don't know if I should be frightened, or impressed."

"A little bit of both perhaps?"

She laughed quietly. He slipped his hand into the front of her dressing gown and cupped her breast, gently massaging her nipple into a stiff peak. She moaned, feeling his erection hot and heavy against the curves of her arse.

"Can I take you like this Molly? From behind?"

"Oh fuck, Sherlock!" she gasped out, as he gave her nipple a tweak.

"Hmmmm ... I think that's a yes!" He pulled his hand out from her dressing gown and down to the knot she had tied. He undid it, slipping the fabric off of her. Now she was the one glowing in the moonlight. He pressed kisses to her shoulder, across the expanse of her back, nuzzling at the nape of her neck. His hard cock was between her legs, rubbing gently against her. He could tell she was already soaked for him.

He took her hands in his and placed them palm down against the cool stone. "Hold on," he instructed.

She gripped tightly, bending forward, her bum pressing back against him.

"Molly!" he groaned out. He rolled his hips, teasing at her clit before sliding inside of her. For a moment he felt as if his brain had short-circuited, the sensation of her surrounding him, from this current angle, was something entirely new.

"Ohhhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she moaned.

Sherlock smiled, pressing his chest against her back, his hands moving up to cup her breasts. "Of course," he murmured, giving a slow thrust. "I should have deduced this sooner ... you enjoy being taking from behind."

She whimpered as he continued his slow, rhythmic thrusts.

"You like the thought of my bollocks slapping against your clit each time that I enter you? Don't you?" He gave a particularly hard thrust to put emphasis on his words.

"Sherlock! Oh my God!"

He could feel the heat from her blush. "No need to be embarrassed Molly. There's nothing wrong with revealing to me what you like and dislike sexually, I'd prefer you to let me know. And this won't be the last time that I fuck you like this, oh no, you feel too good like this to not want to do so again."

She moaned in response to his words. He let go of her breasts and took ahold of her hips, quickening his pace. The air filled with their moans and cries of pleasure, skin meeting skin. As she cried out his name it floated up into the air and faded away into the inky blackness of the night.

There was bound to be bruises on her hips tomorrow as he began to thrust even harder. When he felt her tightening around him once more, he felt a surge of pride rush through his body at the thought that he was capable of bringing her to a second orgasm, so soon after the first. He crashed over the edge, nearly roaring out her name as she came with him. She collapsed against the stone wall, her legs buckling beneath her. He held her tightly in his arms, murmuring words she couldn't comprehend, into her skin.

After a few more minutes he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and carried her back to the bed. They shared kisses, and hands wandered. They made love again, just as the moon was setting, slowly, their bodies close.


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eeeeee these two! guh ...

Please let me know what you think! ;)

Also, the place they are staying at is REAL! It's called Clavell Tower, looks like such a romantic place to stay -sigh-