Things are starting to hot up now, Molly's wish for Sherlock to put his hands on her starting to come true.

Chapter 10

Finally Sherlock broke the silence.

'So, you want me to put my hands on you; you know I am always happy to oblige. Do you have any preference as to where?'

Molly closed her eyes and shook her head. 'Please do not make fun of me Mr Holmes. I am so embarrassed. I am not used to drinking and I fear the alcohol must have gone to my head.'

It was then that she felt his fingers under her chin lifting her head back up and turning it to face him.

'There is no need to be embarrassed. Alcohol just brings out our innermost desires that's all and you shouldn't be made to feel ashamed for voicing what you really want. If it's any consolation I want to touch you and want to be touched by you. Why is that so wrong? It's a natural human desire and it is only our ridiculously out dated Victorian values that tell us it is wrong.'

As he spoke his hand moved to cup her face and his thumb brushed over her cheek before moving slowly across her chin. As it moved over her lips Molly knew she was breathing in short, wavering breaths not quite sure of what she actually wanted from him. His thumb pulled down her bottom lip and pushed its way into her mouth and she bit down lightly on it letting her tongue trace over it, watching as his eyes grew darker. He looked at her in a way that no man ever had before.

'Oh Molly, what I would do to you if I were not an invalid.'

His words left a strange feeling low in her abdomen. She felt...arousal. She wanted him and it was that which made her say something she would never have expected herself to say.

'Tell me... tell me what you would do.'

He let out a low groan and gestured for her to sit on his knee again and she found herself moving over eager to be in his embrace once more.

'We would start with a kiss, Molly. A kiss to seal our fate and inflame our desire.'

She closed her eyes as his mouth met hers and she gave in to him kissing her with every ounce of the recent knowledge and experience that she had. When his tongue met with hers she tentatively responded in kind mirroring his actions and enjoying the noises that he made as she did. She felt almost removed from the real world as his lips moved against hers and she moved her hands to loop around his neck playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

'I would kiss down your throat tasting you, listening to your moans, knowing that it is me that you want.' Again he followed his words with the action and Molly let her head tip back as she felt his tongue leave a trail of moisture down the length of her neck before sucking in the skin at the base of her throat.

'I would undress you, taking my time, seeing your body revealing itself to me.'

He lightly dragged her dress and the straps of her undergarments off her shoulder as his mouth followed and he bit lightly on the skin of her shoulder loving the gasp she let out as she clung to him.

'My clothes would follow soon after and I would let my hands and my mouth explore every inch of you.'

His free hand slipped under the hem of her skirt and Molly could soon feel him kneading the skin just above her knee. She felt incredibly sexual and knew absolutely that she was in danger of letting him go too far but she couldn't bring herself to stop. As his hand found the top of her stocking she moaned as she felt his fingers sliding along the bare skin of her thigh.

His voice seemed to drop down a notch as he once more pressed kisses to her throat. 'I would taste every part of you Molly. Would you want my mouth on your womanhood...on your breasts?'

The hand that had been on her shoulder moved lower to cup her breast and Molly felt faint. She had never known that being with a man could be so exhilarating and so physically pleasurable. She felt an ache between her legs that she couldn't explain but she just knew that he was the only one who could ease it.

The images he was putting into her mind were like nothing she had ever thought of before. In all her medical readings there had been no mention of a man using his mouth on a woman in the way that Sherlock was describing. It sounded so utterly debauched but she couldn't help it, she wanted it, she wanted him.

He caught her mouth again and she heard herself moaning and gasping. Every so often he would break away from her, barely moving his mouth away as he told her more. It was as though he knew a whole lexicon of language and imagery that she had so far been unaware of.

'Eventually, when you were fully ready for me I would take my hardened manhood and I would push into your glorious warmth. Is that what you want Molly? Do you want me to take you and make you mine?'

Molly almost whimpered with need. She moved to kiss him again, needing to feel him pressed up against her. His hand on her breast was relentless and the other on her leg seemed higher still but yet not quite high enough. She found herself instinctively wanting to press herself against his fingers. Her hands slid over his back as they kissed again and she could feel the muscles as they bunched and flexed under her touch and she wished it was his bare skin she was feeling. The whole experience still felt so oddly dreamlike.

This time when their lips parted it was her who spoke. 'Oh God, Sherlock...please...I...I feel so estranged from myself. I hardly know what it is I need.'

He laughed, a low soft chuckle. 'Don't worry my Molly; I know exactly what you need.'

For a split second his hand started to move higher but then he quickly withdrew it along with the hand he had had on her breast. Swiftly he pulled the shoulder of her dress up and smoothed her hair before giving her a quick peck of a kiss.

He must have seen her puzzled expression because, in a low whisper, he added, 'John and Mary are on their way back.'

'Oh!' Molly went to stand but Sherlock held her fast on his knee.

'Wait, I need you to stay where you are whilst I recover myself. John would not be blind to my situation.'

When she frowned again he rolled his eyes. 'Come on Molly you're a doctor, figure it out.'

Her mind felt slow and full of treacle as she thought through his words but then she became conscious of the hardness pressing into her hip and she suddenly realised something that her medical text books had mentioned. His manhood must be engorged and ready for engaging in amorous congress.

She felt both shocked and scandalised but also secretly proud that she had caused such a reaction in him.

As John and Mary appeared Molly knew she was blushing and she could not keep the smile off her face. She wasn't too distracted though to not see that John was holding Mary's hand and that the two of them looked almost as happy and smug as she felt.

'Did you have to come back so soon?' Drawled Sherlock.

John looked surprised. 'It's almost tea time old man and Mary tells me that some of their roommates will be back shortly so it is probably time for us to remove ourselves if we are to consider our fair ladies' reputations.'

Sherlock huffed. 'I suppose, though I wish we didn't have to be so hide bound by society.'

Mary laughed. 'Yes we know, you're the great rebel who does as he pleases. Well you can can't you because you are a man and it's a man's world.'

Sherlock narrowed his eyes but reluctantly nodded and it was only then that he let Molly rise up from his knee.

Molly couldn't help but feel sad at his leaving. She wasn't ready for it. She felt a restless kind of energy running through her and that was nothing compared to the words he'd spoke which were still whirling around in her head. She wished she could stay with him forever.

She caught his arm as John gathered up his coat. 'When will I see you again?' She whispered.

'I rather think that that is up to you Miss Hooper. Though I am sure that as my doctor you will be in to check on my progress tomorrow.'

He gestured to his crutches and Molly retrieved them holding them out so he could use them to lift himself from the seat. When he was upright she realised once again how much taller he was than her. It made her feel strangely protected when she was with him even though he was in no fit state to fight for her or defend her.

'Until tomorrow then Molly,' he added in a low voice and then he caught her lips in one last beautiful kiss that had her wanting to hold onto him forever.

As the two men moved away Mary sat down heavily in one of the chairs. 'Well, I have to say that was one of the most enjoyable afternoons I've had since I came here. Doctor Watson is one hell of a kisser, that's a man with just the right amount of experience.'

Molly shook her head and wished she could be as brash and confident as Mary was. Instead she started to collect up the plates and cups to wash up before they returned them to the kitchens. Mary stood and started to help.

'So, come on. How was your afternoon? I have to say that Mr Holmes scrubs up quite well doesn't he. You're very lucky; he definitely seems to have eyes for you and no one else. A couple of my colleagues tried to make a play for him and ended up in tears. I think you and John are the only people he's actually pleasant to. And what about him kissing you in front of us! I didn't know where to look, I've never seen anyone act so completely without any common decency before.'

She went on as she followed Molly to their small sink. 'I mean, I can see why you like him. There's something so very free about him but I worry for you Molly, he's dangerous as well. If he's not bound by normal rules and values what boundaries does he have?'

Molly shrugged knowing that Mary was right in her concern but not knowing if she had any reason to counter it.

Mary put down the plates and took her friends hands. 'Do I need to be worried Molly?'

'I...I don't know what you mean? Worried about what?'

'About you...and I don't just mean getting your heart broken. I saw how things were between you, there was an obvious chemistry there; I could almost feel it. You...I mean I take it you are thinking in terms of contraception.'

'Mary!' Molly let go of her friend's hands as though they had burnt her. She felt mortified at being asked such a thing but deep down, underneath her mortification was a guilty knowledge that maybe her friend was right to be worried. What would she have done if they hadn't returned when they had? What would she have let Sherlock do? She should have stopped him before he even kissed her but instead he had touched her in places she had never thought any man but her husband would touch her.

'I'm sorry if I have offended you Molly. I...well, just know that I am here for you if you need anything or if you ever want to talk.'

Molly turned her back and listened as she heard Mary walk slowly away. She wanted to talk to her, she really did, she just had no idea what she should say.

Molly's in deep...but then I think I would be too if Sherlock wanted me like he wants her...sigh!