Molly was a curiosity to Sherlock. He had studied her at every angle that is polite and had imagined a few that weren't so much. He wasn't sure whether he loved or hated his dreams of her, what he certainly did not like was that Molly knew about them. In the morning at breakfast she would look up at him through her beautiful infuriating eyelashes and blush. John had noticed these wordless conversations and had said in no uncertain terms that Molly was fragile and that he wasn't to peruse her. Something to do with rejection. He'd deleted that bit. Anyway, he wasn't going to peruse her. He didn't want to run the risk of bonding. And then having to get married. No, that was entirely not sensible.
Molly was nice to be around though. She thought him brilliant, never said his ideas were stupid and shared his fascination with science. She particularly loved dissections and would cut things open in such a way that it made even him squirm. She opened up and talked a little more all the time. Around him more than the others. She liked John and Mummy but Sherlock was her favourite. Mycroft just seemed to terrify her. So he wasn't around much. No bad thing really.
It was a rainy day when the two teens were in the study. Sherlock was reading a chemistry text book for his exams and Molly a fantasy story. Occasionally she would ask what a word or sentence meant as she couldn't understand it. Her reading ability wasn't better than a ten year old.
"Sherlock?" she looked up at him questioningly.
"Give me the book it's easier if I read it." he proffered his hand.
"No it's not that."
He looked up. "Then what?"
"Where do you go every day?"
"I go to school Molly."
"What do you do at school?"
He looked at her puzzled, surely she would remember school?"
"You learn."
"Can I come to school with you?"
"No."
"Why not?" her bottom lip quivered. She was so childlike sometimes.
"Because my school is for alphas only. And you're an omega."
"Oh."
"It's alright." he said, cupping her chin in his hands, "You have Mummy to teach you everything. I would much rather be taught by Mummy then go to school. Besides when I come home I get to see you. I really don't like school."
"Then why do you go?"
"Because sometimes we all must do things we don't like. You know, like when you have to do the dishes because it's your turn."
"Or when the heat comes under my skin and Master makes me knot." She smiled at her input.
"No Molly."
She looked at him confused and hurt, like she said something wrong. He forgot that sometimes she went back to thinking that whenever she got something wrong she would be punished.
"Don't cry Molly. That was not a thing you must do. That was a thing you were forced to do. It goes against your human rights."
He pulled the little form in to his arms. She had gained a lot of weight but was still too small for her age.
"I don't understand."
"What don't you understand?"
"You're my alpha. You look after me. And alphas always like it when the heat comes. So when it does you'll want to knot with me."
"Molly, that's. That's not how it works."
"Yes it is." she looked into his eyes for the first time and he saw the confusion, but also the want. She wanted him to knot with her. Probably because that's how she felt safe. That was it. That's how she felt safe. But while this was werring through his mind she had gotten closer, and their lips met. Hers were soft and silky, and his eyes shut almost immediately. Her scent filled his nostrils and soon every part of him was awash with alpha hormones that just screamed knot! Protect! Feed! He didn't know what he was doing. Luckily she did and opened her mouth. He reciprocated and her tongue slid in. God this was amazing. Without him realising she had straddled him and was stoking the lump in his trousers. He moaned her name into her mouth and she ground against him. Something in the back of his head was panicking and trying to remember what John said but it didn't matter. None of it did. He broke away for air.
"My room. We won't be disturbed there."
She giggled down at him. "See. I told you this was how it worked."
Xxx
This. Was bad. This. Was very. Very bad.
Sherlock looked down at the sleeping Molly next to him. This wasn't new. Her nightmares often meant that she slept in his bed. But now they were both naked. And he was still inside her as his knot hadn't shrunk enough for him to pull out. He considered everything that had happened. He didn't feel any different. A bit dehydrated and hungry after their activities but no different towards her. He let out a moan as her pubic muscles tensed in her sleep. He didn't mind it really, the knotting. He just wished it would go down. Molly's sleeping form on top of him and given him a dead leg. One thing was for certain. He wouldn't be able to resist her in heat. He might have escaped bonding this time but that wasn't to say he would next time. There wouldn't be a next time.
Yeah right Sherlock you live with the girl.
It was another ten minutes before he could slide out of her. He rolled over and lay next to her but had no desire to leave the bed. He was content to lay in the sticky sheets.
She stirred and rolled over to look at him, looking thoroughly shagged.
"Did I do alright?" she asked tentatively.
He looked down at her barely covered form. She was unafraid to show him her body, which seemed so unlike the Molly he knew before. "You did more than alright. You did brilliantly."
She smiled and kissed him fully on the mouth. He reciprocated, winding his arms around her delicate form as the kiss deepened.
It was at this exact moment that a furious John Watson finally broke into the room.
