Nearly at the end of another school holiday, why do they always go so fast :(. Well, let's cheer ourselves up with another chapter. Publishing a day early because lil gave me hopeful eyes.

Chapter 10

Sherlock took another drink of his whiskey and shifted in his seat. How in gods name was he going to cope with another night of Molly in his bed? He felt a sudden, unexpected rush of lust through his body settling in his groin at the memory of her asleep in his bed, her hair spread across the pillow and tickling his shoulder. He'd been so badly tempted to wake her up in an ungentlemanly way. It had took him everything to get out of that bed and head to the bathroom for a cold shower.

And now...now she was waiting for him upstairs again.

He went and ordered another drink from the bar, this was a triple whiskey problem. He knew absolutely that if he got in that bed he would be too tempted to make advances towards her and given her upset earlier he felt that that option was unacceptable. She might have accepted advances from him a week ago but not now, everything had been ruined for them since that night. She'd never want to be with him again; he had no doubts that it would just raise bad memories for her.

He could go and sleep in her room instead. That solution sounded the best but left him feeling uncomfortable. Molly was sleeping in his room because HE made her feel safe and secure not the room. It would just be cruel to desert her, she so rarely asked for anything from him he should at least be able to give her the feeling of safety.

In the end he went with the only option left to him. He would spend the night in the room but not in the bed.

He went up, changed in the small bathroom and settled himself in the armchair in the corner of the room. She appeared to be asleep so he didn't say anything just steepled his hands and went into his mind palace. Now he'd solved the initial problem of Molly he was able to concentrate on the events of that day and the information he wanted to add to the case file in his head. He felt a picture starting to form but it was still shadowy, he was missing something vital and couldn't quite pin it down.

About an hour later he came back round and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He must have disturbed Molly because she rolled over and felt for him in the bed, her eyes opening when she realised he wasn't there. It didn't take her long to spot him in the corner, lit by a small and fairly ineffectual lamp at the side of the armchair. He smiled, hoping to relax her and whispered, 'Don't mind me, I'll sleep here tonight.'

She sat up in the bed and looked over at him drowsily, 'don't be ridiculous, you can't sleep in a chair...not all night.'

Sherlock found himself swallowing nervously at the sight of her in his bed, her hair tumbling about her shoulders and over the thin straps of her silky nightdress. The lamplight and the shadows made her look ethereal and even more beautiful than normal. He couldn't help the way he felt about her especially not since the other night. His mind was suddenly working overtime again trying unsuccessfully to push away the images of her as they'd had sex but it was as though he were becoming obsessed.

He tried to say something but the room felt hot and oppressive. He saw her throw back the covers and stand up. The nightdress accentuated her petite form and his mouth felt suddenly dry at the sight of her nipples pushing on the thin fabric. He needed to try to regain his control but it felt as though it was spiralling.

'Sherlock, is everything alright? You look flushed.'

'I...please Molly. I'm fine, just...just go back to bed.' He wanted to shift in his seat to try to alleviate in some way the frustration he felt. He was hard and ready for her but he couldn't let her know that, he didn't want her to feel any more vulnerable and violated than she already did.

He brushed a hand over his face, closing his eyes for a moment and trying to get his erratic breathing under control. When he opened his eyes she was closer and he could see that she knew, knew how much she was affecting him.

'I'm sorry Molly, it's just physical, I...I'm trying to delete that night but..' He stopped in surprise as she slid one knee into the chair at the side of him before straddling him.

'Maybe we don't need to delete it. Maybe we need to replace it with better memories.'

He didn't recall moving his hands but found they were holding her hips tightly feeling her pressing down on him. It was so painfully perfect he didn't dare move. 'We shouldn't...' It came out as barely a whisper and Sherlock knew his body was giving lie to his words.

'Why not? Do you want me?' She rocked against him making him gasp and tighten his grip. She asked again, more urgently, 'do you want me?'

'Yes...goddamnit...yes, I do.' He let his hands slide up from her hips until they were in her hair and he pulled her to him for a kiss. It started slow and tentatively before growing in intensity. He felt an almost animalistic desire for her and worried momentarily that they were still being affected in some way by the drugs from the other night but he knew that couldn't be. This was just them, together, with no other interference.

He felt her pressing up against him, the thin material of her nightdress again doing little to protect her modesty. He could feel her breasts against his chest, the heat of her sex against his groin. Her hands were in his hair twisting and pulling in a way that had him growling into her mouth wanting to devour every part of her. He thrust against her desperate for some friction to ease his aching cock and when he felt her reach down between them he eagerly helped her to release him from the confines of his pyjamas.

There was a moment of stillness where he stared into her warm, brown eyes, seeing his own lust reflected back in them and then slowly she slid her welcome heat down onto him.

He pushed her straps off her shoulders until her nightdress pooled at her waist leaving her chest exposed to him, as she rocked against him eliciting moans and gasps from both of them, he bent his head to her breast, sucking in her nipple as he palmed the other; his thumb circling and flicking over her, feeling her harden beneath his tongue and his touch.

It wasn't long before he felt her muscles clench around him, heard her crying out his name as her orgasm washed over her but he needed more.

In a moment he picked her up and within a couple of strides they fell onto the bed this time with him on top of her. He bent to kiss her before thrusting into her, needing to control the pace to reach his own release. He didn't just want to have sex with her, he wanted to consume her. It was as though the frustrations of the last few years and the events of the last couple of days had built him up to a desperate peak of need. But Molly was right there with him, her hands on his backside urging him on, her nails clawing at his back, her mouth on his neck.

He could hear himself repeating her name, 'oh God...Molly...I want you...I need you...need to feel you...God.'

His muscles were straining and protesting but he was so close, so near...then he felt her come for a second time, felt her muscles tighten and draw his own much needed orgasm from him. With a last desperate thrust he buried himself as far into her as he could, feeling his release pulsing into her.

He sagged against her heavily, gasping for breath and trying to make sense of the feelings rushing through him. He was little versed in understanding his own emotions but he felt overwhelmed, he wanted to hold her, to keep her safe. She was his and he felt a rush of possessiveness and angry jealousy wash over him.

As he came back to himself he could feel her fingers soothingly rubbing his back, light kisses being placed on his neck and shoulder. He needed to move to take his weight off her but it felt as though his body wasn't working, he felt a crippling tiredness coupled with a peacefulness that he couldn't quite recall feeling before.

In the end he rolled to one side keeping his arm over her waist and his legs tangled with hers. She turned her head to him and he leant forward to kiss her before sleep overtook him. The last thing he remembered was feeling her tugging a cover over them both.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

When Molly awoke the next morning it took her a moment to realise where she was and what had taken place. She was still tangled up with Sherlock who was fast asleep. It was only early morning with just the hints of daylight starting to break through the curtains.

Molly twisted her head a little so she could look at Sherlock as he slept; something she'd never been able to do before. On the last couple of occasions when they'd shared a bed he'd always been the first one awake.

He was, if anything, more beautiful asleep than awake but then she thought maybe it was because she felt more able to look at him. She never really stared at him awake, mainly because it was just something you didn't do but also because she knew she'd never get away with looking at him sneakily like she might have tried if he'd been anyone other than the most observant person on the planet.

She could see the light and shade of his cheekbones, the arch of his eyebrow, each individual hair making up the morning stubble in his face. She bit her lip wanting to reach out and trace his features with her finger but wondering what, if anything, the two of them were now. There had been no declarations made, no promises, no mention of feelings. Molly had surprised herself with how forward she had been with him, she'd felt incredibly horny when she'd awoken and her frustration along with the grogginess of sleep had made her act on instinct when she'd seen how aroused he was. That in itself had been surprising let alone the fact that he had reciprocated and not turned her away.

But none of that meant that his views on relationships had changed in any way, maybe they had just been replacing those memories as she had said and when he awoke that would be it, back to being friends. Molly knew exactly how she would feel about that; crushed.

He seemed to stir under the weight of her gaze; his head turning to face hers as he shifted over onto his side more. Gradually he opened his eyes, blinking slowly as he started to focus on Molly lying in his arms. Now was the moment of truth.

Any ideas as to what his reaction will be? Let me know and I'll be back soon with another update.