Thank you so much for the reviews and I'm sorry I didn't get to reply to them all. The holiday went well but now it's back to normal life...sigh, but on the upside for you guys you get another chapter.

Chapter 11

The bed was only a single so as she climbed into it she was already skin to skin with Sherlock. He grunted and shifted over slightly but still didn't wake.

She let her hand move under the covers until she found his stomach. His skin was bare where the t shirt of his pyjamas had ridden up and she was able to feel how warm he was to the touch. His skin felt smooth and unblemished here but she briefly wondered how many scars and injuries he had. She hoped that over time she would be able to kiss each and every one wishing they weren't there but knowing that Sherlock wouldn't be who he was without them.

She slid her hand under his t shirt and across his chest until she felt the small rough patch which indicated where he was shot the year before. Even just thinking about it brought a lump to her throat.

Gradually she brought her hand back down until it rested on his hip. Now was the moment of no return, was she really sure she wanted to do this.

Before she could make her final decision there was a loud knock on the door and a heavily accented voice could be heard. 'Mister Holmes, Mister Holmes.'

Sherlock woke up quickly and looked around the room; he seemed disorientated and only half awake, as Molly rolled out of his bed and made her way to the door.

She answered keeping her body tucked behind the door with just her head peering round. 'Hello, yes?'

'Ah Mrs Holmes...yes? I have your breakfast. Mister Holmes asked to be awaked at seven thirty.' The room service boy looked to be about nineteen with long, dark hair flopping over his eyes as he held the tray out to Molly.

She quickly grabbed the dressing gown from the back of the door and wrapped it round herself before opening the door more fully and taking the tray.

'Thank you,' she called as he pulled the door too behind her.

She padded over to the table which housed the television and tea making equipment and she set the tray down taking in the pastries and fresh meats and cheeses as well as fruit and juice. It all looked delicious and she realised how hungry she was. They hadn't really eaten much the night before just a light meal on the plane.

When she turned back round Sherlock was sat up in his bed with his covers pooled at his waist, ruffling his hair and yawning.

'Tea, coffee or juice?' Asked Molly suddenly feeling shy and wondering if he would question exactly why she had been in his bed. It felt now like a moment of madness...but maybe it was a madness she wasn't far off revisiting. She could still feel the swell of lust that had had her climbing into his bed in the first place.

'Mmm? Oh just coffee for me please. We need to be at the police headquarters early. Mycroft has arranged for us to meet with the local police chief so we can gain access to their records.' He threw back the covers and made his way to the bathroom whilst Molly blushingly busied herself with the kettle.

Five minutes later and he returned; walking over to where she was he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing the base of her neck.

Molly smiled and leant back against him.

'So, are you going to tell me why you were in my bed and what you were planning for us to do or should I just deduce it for myself?'

She closed her eyes for a moment, knowing she was blushing, but decided to be up front. She turned in his arms so she was facing him and placed her hands on his chest. She could feel his heart beat under her right hand and was amazed at how comfortable and natural it felt for her to be this close to him.

'Honestly, I felt horny and I wondered why I was waiting.' She bit her lip and awaited his reaction.

His smile said it all as he bent his head to kiss her and she yielded to him letting him dominate the kiss, tasting his toothpaste as his tongue moved against hers. She could feel all her lust and desire starting to flair back up but before her hands could remove his t shirt he pulled away, breathing heavily.

'Molly, you have no idea how much I want to just throw you onto one of those beds and make you scream my name but I do not intend our first time to be a quickie whilst I'm keeping one eye on the clock. Maybe we should save this for later.'

Molly tried to get her heart rate and libido under control. She knew what he was saying made sense but God, now she'd come this close she really, really wanted him. She knew absolutely that she could change his mind, that they could fuck fast and hard against the wall or on the bed but he was right, she wanted more than that from him and he from her so she caught her breath and turned back to the breakfast tray trying to concentrate on the food.

'What time do we need to leave?'

'In about twenty minutes, we have a car booked.' Once again he came up behind her and placed his hands on her hips, 'just know, I'm not going to put any pressure on you; it's still your decision. But having said that...I can't wait to hear you say my name as you come.'

That last line did more to stoke Molly's desire than anything that had gone before and she wished there were less hours to go until they could consummate their relationship.

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As they drove away from the hotel Sherlock was busy with his phone texting John, Greg and Mycroft to see what was happening back in London. Molly meanwhile took the time to look out of the windows at the city they were driving through. She hadn't travelled that much and when she had it had been to sunny beaches in the med not overcast cities that used to be behind the iron curtain. Not that this place was anything like she expected; it was so much more vibrant.

The city was a sprawling mix of old and new; they passed cobbled streets and open air market stalls and overshadowing them was an ancient castle which Molly hoped they might find time to go and visit if it were open to the public. She said as much to Sherlock who hummed and looked up vaguely for a moment before commenting that public or private he could normally find a way in if she were that interested.

'Any news from London?' She asked wondering why he was so occupied with his phone.

'Not much. There have been no other reports of abductions which mirror our case. Lestrade is no further forward but I have managed to solve another case that he emailed though.'

'What...just now? Without even leaving the car?'

Sherlock just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. 'It's not always about running around after clues. Sometimes it's just the ability to use "zee little grey cells"'. He tapped the side of his head with his finger and then smirked and looked away.

'Did you just quote Hercule Poirot to me? I'm shocked I thought detective fiction would be beneath you or something.'

He shrugged. 'Well, I had to learn my craft somehow. It was useful reading in my youth.'

She moved over and linked her arm through his; smiling as he looked down at their arms in confusion before looking at her. 'It's so damn sexy when I realise how intelligent you are.'

He frowned. 'Really?'

'Yes really. Why wouldn't it be?'

'I don't know. It normally intimidates people. They feel stupid next to me...as most of them should.'

Molly chuckled. 'Well, I'm confident that compared to the average person I'm pretty brainy so even though I'm not your level of brilliance it doesn't intimidate me...it turns me on.'

He turned in his seat and kissed her, his hand coming up to cup her face. The passion in it had Molly moaning into his mouth and she was just grateful that there was a darkened screen between themselves and the driver.

Somehow, within seconds he had managed to pull her over so that she was sat astride his lap, her skirt riding up on her thighs. The kiss they were sharing was becoming more desperate and she could feel his fingers digging into her hips as he pulled her against him.

She wished she could strip him naked, right here in the car but she couldn't and it didn't seem to make any difference to her own arousal which was distracting to the point of no return. She could feel he was hard for her and she used his erection to help stimulate herself even though they were still both fully clothed. It was as though her body had disconnected from her brain and was acting under its own authority. Sherlock did nothing to stop her though, instead he thrust against her and palmed her breast through the thin material of her top, pinching her nipple and raising her level of need until she reached breaking point.

As his mouth left hers he kissed and licked his way down her neck and her hands wove themselves into his hair as she let her head fall back with her eyes tight shut. Every thought, every atom in her body was concentrating on her climax and she knew it was happening, there was no stopping now. She was too far gone to feel embarrassed or to worry about the driver hearing anything.

Finally, just as she started to feel desperate Sherlock's hand slid under her skirt and he pressed against her clit adding just enough pressure to send her over the edge. She came, as he wanted her to, calling his name.

It was only as she started to get her breath back that she realised what she had done and the fact that Sherlock was now the one with the problem. As she slid off his lap she saw him shift uncomfortably trying to alter his position to relieve the pressure of his trousers on his very obvious erection.

Biting her lip she looked from him to the front of the car. 'How much further do we have to go?'

He shrugged. 'We seem to be stuck in rush hour traffic so ten more minutes at the most, maybe as little as five.'

She smiled. 'I'd best be quick then.'

He frowned as he looked at her before his eyes widened as she moved to kneel in front of him. For once she was grateful to Mycroft for hiring a car with enough space and privacy for what she was about to do.

As she reached for the fastenings on his trousers he stilled her hands with his own, 'Molly, you don't have to do this. I'm not expecting it...I'll cope.'

She just smiled and carried on. 'I know...but I want to.'

At that she saw his eyes narrow and his head fall back onto the headrest as he lifted his hips slightly to help her in removing his trousers just enough so she could release his erection.

She didn't have much time for foreplay and he really didn't need it so instead she gripped him tightly and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before taking him quickly and deeply into her mouth.

His whole body reacted to her actions as he curled in on himself, groaning loudly and bringing his hands to her head to still her movements. 'Fuck, Molly...I can't...'

Even with his cock filling her mouth she smiled to herself at his reaction. This was going to be quick.

The next time she took him as deep he was more prepared and worked with her trying to restrain himself from thrusting up but his hips were rocking back and forth in time with the bobbing of her head and within a couple of minutes he was crying out and spilling his seed into her mouth. She managed, just about, to swallow it all and clean him up so he could refasten his trousers and as the car pulled up in front of the police station Sherlock and Molly managed to look as though nothing much had happened, apart from a few shared glances and smiles.

I've not been sure about this chapter since the moment I wrote it but sometimes the characters don't act as you expect them too. Let me know what you thought but try not to be too brutal.