Just finished work ready for my up coming holiday...yippeeee. Bit of a divide between immediate sex and delayed sex so I hope this makes you all happy.

Chapter 10

Molly was completely lost but she was confident that Sherlock knew exactly where he was going. They wound their way through the narrow streets, weaving in and out of the other shoppers. It was as if he were on a mission and Molly was hoping his thoughts were the same as hers. The look on his face as she had licked his fingers had done more to arouse her than the efforts of some guys with their whole bodies. She knew she was already slick and wet for him. The foreplay and chemistry between them had been building all day.

Finally, they broke out of the lanes and Molly was surprised to see their hotel down the street on the left. It looked like there was no getting lost when you were with Sherlock.

They made their way into the bar and the landlord rose to greet them, putting his newspaper down on the table and making his way behind the bar.

'Looks as though you two are the first ones back. Do you want to let me have your evidence? I have the answers here to make sure it's all correct.'

Slowly, and with Sherlock huffing and tutting with impatience he marked off all their items. Sherlock refused to go and get underpants so Molly showed her bra strap as evidence of the underwear clue. Just as it looked as though things were wrapping up in their favour Greg and his cousin appeared followed closely by John and Mary, both of the latter pair out of breath where they had run to try to beat Greg.

Greg gesticulated in exasperation. 'Oh bloody hell; I should have known you'd already be here. Have they got everything right?'

'It seems they have, yes. I declare them the winners. Who'd like a drink to celebrate?' The landlord looked around and seeing heads nodding he started to pour the drinks.

'No, I think Molly and I...'

'Oh sit your backside down Sherlock. I want to double check your evidence for myself. Having another drink isn't going to hurt you.'

Greg pulled up a stool next to him and deposited his own items onto the bar which included a stick of Brighton rock, already half eaten, and a hair bobble with a bumble bee on it. He picked up the phone by Sherlock and started to leaf through the photos hesitating on the one of Sherlock kissing Molly and nudging John to show him and Mary.

Mary came over and sat by Molly carrying a glass of wine for each of them as the noise in the room increased with the addition of Inspectors Gregson and Hopkins.

Mary clinked glasses with Molly. 'So, from the looks of those photos and the ribbing that Sherlock is getting from Greg I take it things between the two of you have progressed?'

Molly couldn't help the grin that spread across her face as she looked over at Sherlock who was scowling as he drank his beer. He looked most put out by the addition of other people and Molly couldn't say she disagreed with him. Just looking at him put images in her head and made her mouth water.

'Oh, you've got it bad haven't you. You're undressing him with your eyes and the rest...you're making me blush.'

Molly laughed and focused her attention back on her friend. 'Sorry, sorry, it's just all so new and weird. I'd given up hope of us ever being more than friends...I'm not even sure I know how to be more with him. I mean...I know we did it last night but I was so drunk...what if it's a disaster? What if he doesn't like it when he's sober? What if...'

'The sun falls out of the sky...oh Molly, you're just stressing about nothing. I bet when it's just the two of you it will all just feel right because it is right. You and Sherlock have been so right for each other for so long and it has been maddening that he couldn't see it.'

Finally Anderson and Sally appeared still arguing about whose fault it was that they had got lost in the Lanes. Greg started to order up another round of drinks and must have said something to Sherlock because he exploded in return. 'No, I really don't want another and I am not being boring. I came back here with the sole intention of having sex with Molly; not wasting time with you.'

The room fell so quiet you could have heard a pin drop and every pair of eyes bar Sherlock's turned to look at Molly who for a moment sat open mouthed staring at Sherlock. He meanwhile had his eyes closed as he tried to reign in his temper.

She stood and walked over hearing Sally whispering to Mary. 'The freak and Molly? Really?'

As she reached his side he looked up at her. 'I apologise Molly...'

She smiled and took his hand. 'No need. I agree completely. We'll see you all later. What time are we meeting up later Greg?'

'I...err...here in the bar at seven. Don't forget the 70's theme.'

'OK.' With that she led Sherlock from the bar and up the stairs to their room, hearing the unrestrained gossiping start as soon as they left the room.

The only trouble was that by the time they got to the top floor her reserves of confidence had run out and she suddenly felt nervous. What was she doing marching him up to their bedroom for sex? This wasn't like her and it certainly wasn't like Sherlock.

Thankfully, when the door shut behind them he took over and she really didn't need to worry about anything at all.

His first move was to pin her to the back of the door his hands on her wrists holding her in place as his mouth once more met with hers. The kiss started off slow and almost shy but it didn't stay that way for long. She matched him in intensity and when she moaned into his mouth his hands travelled down her arms and down the sides of her breasts and to her waist before he pulled her against him.

She could immediately feel his physical reaction to her; it was hard against her hip and it made her moan a second time as she let her owns hands, newly released, roam over his back. She wanted to feel his naked skin, to kiss it and lick it and bite it. She quickly managed to push his jacket off his shoulders and immediately her hands moved to the hem of his t shirt before dragging it up and over his head.

He pulled away from her, helping her to part undress him and waiting as she viewed his body, her fingers ghosting over the skin on his chest and abdomen. She could see slight scars from old injuries including the bullet wound that had almost killed him. She liked Mary and even called her a friend but that was one action she would never quite forgive her for. They had come far too close to losing him and if they had a part of Molly would have died along with him.

She leant forward and kissed the scar feeling him shudder slightly as she did, his hands coming up and tangling in her hair.

Slowly she kissed across his chest until she reached his nipple which she then toyed with, sucking and biting on it, hearing him hum with pleasure. His reactions got all the more loud when she retrieved the chocolate pot from the bag thrown onto the floor and liberally smeared his chest before slowly and religiously licking it all off. Finally her hands moved down and she felt his hardness through the confines of his jeans.

He pulled on her hair just enough to be able to kiss her once more as he turned them both around and moved them back towards the bed where they fell in an ungainly heap, giggling and still kissing at the same time.

'God Molly, you have no idea how much I want you right now. I thought this afternoon would never end.'

It wasn't long before he'd stripped her down to her jeans but he took a lot more time over her breasts as he looked at them, held them and kissed them until Molly was writhing and begging him for more. Shamelessly she wrapped her legs around his waist and pushed herself up against his erection trying to find more stimulation, groaning with pleasure as he bucked his hips into her. Their bottom halves were still fully clothed but Molly was in no doubt that he could make her come if he continued to move against her the way he was.

That was not his intention though as he kissed his way down the valley of her breasts and to her stomach, hooking his fingers into the belt hooks on her jeans as he let his tongue trails across from hip to hip. Finally, he undid her jeans and pulled them down her legs along with her pants so she was laid out naked before him. She found she was too aroused to feel embarrassed; she needed him too much.

He knelt up in front of her, in between her legs and looked down at her before smiling one of the most evil smiles she'd ever seen from him. 'Oh Molly I want to hear you scream my name, are you ready?'

Dry mouthed she nodded, her eyes wide with desire and surprise as he went down on her with his mouth. He was far too good at oral sex for a man who had been abstinent for so long. It was a sin to women everywhere that he had not been sharing that talent but Molly was more than happy to be reaping the rewards. His hands were holding her hips tightly, preventing her from moving too much as his tongue assaulted her. Within minutes she was doing just as he had asked, crying out his name as her first orgasm washed over her.

If she'd thought he would let up she was sorely mistaken, it was as though her first orgasm was just a warm up. He waited until she was hanging onto the edge of a second before he knelt back up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He watched Molly writhing on the sheets desperate for more, her chest and face flushed with her arousal and her nipples standing out red and hard against her pale skin.

Quickly he stood and removed his jeans, finally releasing his aching cock. As he stood before her she sat up and pulled him forwards, her small hands on his hips before she greedily took him into her mouth. He felt her groan echo down his length and he knew he wouldn't be able to stand too much of this without coming.

He closed his eyes and let his hands tangle in her hair as his hips rocked into her. Her mouth felt so wet and so warm. He could feel his climax starting and he had to pull away, looking down only to see Molly's hand touching herself. His manhood pulsed in response and he knew he was leaking. It was too much and he pushed her backwards as he climbed back onto the bed.

He positioned himself and in one swift thrust he filled her completely, feeling her muscles tight around him. He had to still himself to try to stop himself from coming too fast but Molly was already urging him on, her hands pulling on his backside and her hips rocking up into him taking what she needed from him.

Slowly he withdrew before sliding back in, the cool air alternating with her hot core making his balls tighten and his mind start to fade out as physical sensation overtook any conscious thought. He could hear her saying his name and knew he was repeating hers as they both got closer and closer to their climaxes. Molly fell first and the feeling of her muscles tightening around him gave him permission to let go of the last of his control as he slammed into her, thrusting into her as deep as he could as he came hard.

They stayed wrapped up in each other for quite some time still kissing, messing with the chocolate and giggling as the aftershocks of their orgasms rippled through them. Sherlock realised he had finally found the place where he was completely at peace and it was in Molly Hooper's arms.

I know, I know they could have done more with the chocolate but they were both a bit too eager. I'm sure it will get used up eventually.