Hey I'm back, in more ways than one. Having had two really hectic weeks…no make that three, I finally have my life back to its normal pace and some peace and tranquility ahead of me…bliss. Thank you for putting up with me in the meantime, I know I haven't always replied to reviews or if I have, done it in a timely way.

Anyhow, enough of me…you all want more of them don't you!

Chapter 11

When he finally released her fingers from his warm, pliant mouth she let her hands rest on his waist before slowly sliding them up his lean body, a body that she had become fairly familiar with but she wanted to know more.

She leant over him and kissed the side of his neck. She had wanted to do that so many times in the lab at Barts; the days she had spent secretly watching him as he'd work at his microscope seeing his lips moving, his eyes intently concentrating on whatever slide he had before him. She'd longed to walk up behind him and place her hands on his thighs as she sucked on the skin just below his ear. She took her time exploring every inch of his throat, using her mouth to mark him, waiting for him to pull away and reprimand her but instead she could hear him sighing, leaning into her, quietly saying her name, begging her for more.

Gradually she moved down his chest sucking his flat, hard nipples into her mouth and biting on them feeling his body arching up towards her. She loved seeing his face as she did; his mouth either open or his teeth biting down on that plush lower lip, his hands fisted around the silk ties.

She kissed his scar from the bullet wound that almost killed him and she tried to not to remember how sick with fear she had been when she'd heard the news. All that mattered now was that he was alive and he was here, with her.

His leg was still between her thighs and as she kissed his chest he brought it back up using it to press against her still sensitive core and she closed her eyes briefly enjoying the sensation but she didn't let it last for long. Instead she moved, positioning herself between his legs and she saw him lift his head, still blind, trying to work out where she was and what she was planning.

She let her hand rest on his calf muscles and then she slid both her hands up his legs loving the feel of his strong thigh muscles. She moved back down before she reached his now full erection and then repeated the move. When she finally took hold of his cock he let out a groan and his hips bucked up. He was already starting to leak a little and Molly couldn't resist licking the top and tasting him. His hips bucked up a second time as he felt her tongue on his glans.

'Fuck…Molly…'

She smiled at how desperate he sounded and then she took him into her mouth. She moved slowly at first, teasing him before taking him as deep as she could, fisting the base of his cock as she did. He was so vocal and hearing his voice telling her how good she felt was so damned sexy that she could feel herself getting needy again and she knew neither of them had much more patience left.

Finally he called out for her to stop and she looked up to find him straining against his ties, his muscles standing out and defined and she wished she could take a photo, he looked so gorgeously erotic.

She moved again so she was straddling his hips and she could feel his erection pulsing against her clit and she couldn't help but rub herself against it feeling just how hard he was for her.

She leant over him hearing his shuddering gasps as he tried to control his body, bringing himself back under control. She pushed the blindfold off his eyes and smiled as he blinked a couple of times, his pupils contracting as they got used to the light, even though it was dim lighting it still felt brighter after complete darkness. He looked up at her and returned her smile. 'Kiss me Molly Hooper.'

She bit her lip and shook her head. 'Not yet, one more thing.'

She chuckled as he huffed and fell back against the mattress. 'What now? God you're a tease.'

She ignored him as she reached for his face mask. She finally wanted to see his face, all of it. To fully acknowledge who it was that she was about to have sex with. No more Watcher, just Sherlock. As she removed it it was still unnerving; seeing him, seeing that face that was so familiar to her and had always seemed so unreachable. She bit her lip and she saw a flicker of a frown move across his face.

'Hey, stop it. Don't get shy on me now Molly…just kiss me.'

She braced her hands either side of his head and she let her lips finally meet with his and it felt so right. Her heart was pounding again in her chest and she felt dizzy with need, desire and pure emotion. She heard herself moaning as his tongue moved into her mouth and she could feel her body crying out to be joined with his, every nerve seemed to be on the brink of a cliff edge waiting to fall and she wanted them to fall together, as one.

When she pulled away from him his eyes stayed closed for a moment and there was a small smile playing on his lips. She sat up and took hold of him, positioning him, and when he looked at her and nodded his head in consent she slowly slid herself down onto his length, watching as his head pressed back into the black, silk pillow and he pulled again on his restraints. She had considered untying him but it was such a turn on seeing him like this that she'd left them.

It wasn't going to be long for either of them in any case. Feeling him filling her, seeing his face, memories of him coming earlier and the taste of him had her quickly feeling her second orgasm building and she knew he wouldn't be long behind her. All the buildup and actions of the last hour had led to this and within a few minutes they were both crying out as they came together.

Molly bent her head to kiss him once more as she came down from her high and this time she wished his arms were free so that he could hold her tight.

She finally moved off him and spent a moment cleaning herself up before she took his wrist and untied the first restraint. He groaned as he curled his arm against himself clenching and unclenching his fist to get the circulation going again and he watched as she moved around the bed to do the same with the other arm.

It was time for them to leave and Molly felt strangely nervous as she redressed and watched Sherlock pulling his mask back on. She wasn't sure what it was but she felt worried but didn't quite know how to voice it.

Before he opened the curtain he pulled her to him and kissed her once more, his arms wrapping around her and holding her the way she had wanted him to a few minutes ago but it all still felt a little unreal, disconnected from reality. Maybe this was just a sex thing. She knew he'd said he loved her but guys did that didn't they…when they wanted sex. Maybe what he actually wanted was a friend's with benefits arrangement.

She watched as he left the club heading to the male changing rooms and she made her way to the women's glad to get away from the heady noise of the club and into the quieter changing rooms. She found her things and a spare room and closed the door sinking into the sole chair and rubbing her temples. What was wrong with her? This had been what she'd wanted and honestly it had been mind-blowingly sexy but maybe she'd had enough of pure sex. She just wanted to know that he genuinely loved her and not just for her body. She knew they needed to talk but talking with Sherlock made her nervous.

She showered and dressed and as she was putting her shoes on, the comfy kind rather that the three inch heeled kind, she heard her phone beeping to indicate a message and she sighed, rooting through her bag for it.

Body being brought in to Barts. Can you do the autopsy? Greg

She took a deep breath and stretched her neck from side to side before replying. Ideally she wanted to go home and drink wine before falling asleep but it didn't look like that was going to be an option. She responded in the positive and then made her way outside so she could hail a cab.

Ten minutes later and she was walking into the morgue pulling her lab coat on and glad that she'd only had one drink. Anymore and she would have felt obliged to say no and leave Greg to the mercy of another pathologist.

It was only as the door swung shut behind her that she realised he'd contacted Sherlock as well. He was busy with his phone but she saw him cast a glance her way and she blushed as she thought about what they'd just done.

'Hi Molly, thanks for coming in. I was just telling Sherlock here that you were on your way. John's coming in as well. The body was found two hours ago by Detective Hobson's lot but as soon as I read the details I knew it'd be right up Sherlock's street so I took it over. The body was on its way to Charing Cross but it been diverted here…I know you prefer it.'

He said the latter to Sherlock who just nodded, his concentration still on the phone.

Molly started to set up her instruments asking Greg about any pertinent information she needed to know when John arrived. He looked like he'd just woken up and she smiled at him sympathetically. He often went to bed earlier now as Rosie had a tendency to be awake from five in the morning onwards.

He meandered over to Sherlock and Molly saw him put his phone in his pocket and straighten up and start to speak but John cut across him pointing at Sherlock's neck.

'Hang on, what's that?'

Molly's eyes widened in shock and she looked round to see Sherlock scowling at John, his hand touching his neck at the point John was pointing at. It was the love bite that she'd put there herself less than an hour ago, she'd forgotten all about it and clearly so had Sherlock.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. 'I would have thought, given all your excessive previous experience that you'd know exactly what it was John.'

John looked at Greg and Molly as if for moral support. 'Well if you were anyone else I'd say it's a love bite but this is you we're talking about and that probably means it's some weird experiment that you've tried out on yourself.'

Greg had wandered over to have a closer look. 'Yeah, definitely looks like a hickey to me.'

Molly wanted to melt into the floor. She had no idea where Sherlock was going to go with this. She prayed that the doors would open signaling the body being brought in but there was nothing.

Sherlock huffed looking exasperated. 'It is as you say a love bite now can we please concentrate on the case.'

John folding his arms over his chest. 'Not a chance! We're just getting started. So, who exactly, gave YOU…' he snorted in derision, making Molly's feelings shift from embarrassment to anger, '…a love bite!'

There was silence for a single beat of time…

But I'm going to leave you slightly, but not much longer, than a beat. What should he say? Or do you think Molly will step in? And I'd love to know what you thought of the sex, you all seem to like Molly being more dominant and, as Miz said to me, I'm sure Sherlock does too.

Anyway, I'll be back Sunday with an update for you all…have a good weekend my lovelies xx