Are you ready to see how Molly goes about trying to seduce Sherlock? I hope so because I'm not sure that she is :).
By the way, for those reading on AO3 just check back on the previous chapter as it now includes artwork from the amazing mychakk of Sherlock playing the violin to a sleeping Matthew. I'm sure you'll agree with me that it's lovely and perfect. Thank you mychakk for the prompt and for the art xxx
Chapter 12
Sherlock ran up the stairs two at a time into his flat at Baker St and then stood stock still for a moment. Something was different.
Molly came around the corner from the kitchen smiling but it was a nervous smile and it set alarm bells off in his head. He scanned her from head to foot as he slowly walked into the flat. She was dressed in one of his dressing gowns, the blue one, with the sleeves folded up to help make it fit. She'd never worn anything of his before and it looked surprisingly good on her…he briefly wondered what else of his might look good on her but he quickly pushed the x rated images out of his head. Her hair was damp and up in a loose bun but she had a touch of make up on, so she had just come out of the shower with apparently no time to dress but she'd had time to do her make up. He was confused.
'Hey Sherlock, how was your day?' She smiled a little too brightly as he took his coat off and hung it up. There was more evidence of unusual activity in the kitchen. She'd been cooking…revision…she was cooking.
'Fine, what's all this? Have you got someone coming round?' As he said the words he felt a quick stab to the gut. She wouldn't bring a date here would she? But when would she even have had time to meet someone?
'No…no, it's for you. I mean for us. Well, I just wanted to say thank you…you know, for letting me and Matty stay here over the last few weeks.'
Sherlock glanced around looking for the carry cot but Molly answered the question before he could even ask it.
'He's downstairs, with Mrs Hudson, just for a couple of hours to give us a break. Wine?'
She was pouring him a glass before he even answered and he had that feeling again that there was something here that he was missing, he just wasn't sure what it was.
'Thanks.' He took the glass almost absent mindedly. 'Umm…why are you wearing my dressing gown?'
He saw her blush and look away as she took a sip of her drink. 'Oh sorry, I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd have a quick shower whilst the meat was cooking but I forgot to bring down a change of clothes. Your gown was on the back of the door and then I got caught up with the rest of the meal. I…I can change if you want me to.'
'No…no, its fine.' His answer came out a little faster than it should have done. He was more than happy for her to wear it, in fact he found himself feeling a low uncurling of arousal at the sight of it…but he also knew she was lying to him…
'Go, sit in the front room. I'll bring it through to you. The table here's a bit…' she scrunched up her nose as she gestured towards his microscope and samples.
He took off his jacket and shoes and threw himself down on the settee; lying full length so he could think through the case he'd just finished with Lestrade, as well as trying to work out what Molly was up to….
It was a few minutes later when Molly roused him.
'Hey you, food's nearly ready. Do you need some more wine?'
He opened his eyes and sat himself back up reaching for the glass that he'd left relatively untouched. He took a gulp and nodded his head as she brought the bottle over.
Five minutes later and they were eating their meal, sat side by side, with their plates on their knees with Molly asking him all about the case.
He happily filled her in on all the details, reflecting that it had been good having Molly here in the flat; he hated coming back after completing a case when he knew there was no one there. Telling a skull wasn't half as satisfying.
He was conscious of Molly topping up his glass once or twice as they ate and chatted but he was also aware that she wasn't drinking as much as he was. Not particularly surprising in itself, she wouldn't want to be looking after Matthew in the night or tomorrow morning with a hangover but equally she didn't normally ply him with alcohol. He was also acutely aware that the dressing gown she was wearing was doing little to cover her up. As she tucked her legs under her her thighs were showing and the material at her chest kept slipping open more and more and his eye was relentlessly being drawn to her cleavage. He was sure she wasn't aware of it but he certainly was and it wasn't helping his arousal levels which seemed to be going haywire.
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Meanwhile Molly was torn between embarrassment; the certainty that this whole plan wasn't going to work, and her overwhelming horniness. So far everything was going to plan. She'd dressed herself in his gown, made his favourite meal and kept him topped up with alcohol. On the downside the alcohol didn't appear to be affecting him at all and she had no idea how to progress things beyond talking.
'Molly, is something wrong?'
'No…what makes you say that?' She knew she was biting her lip and looking nervous but she couldn't help it, she was.
'You seem…' he narrowed his eyes as he put his empty plate down. '…out of sorts, as though you're waiting for something or someone.'
She let out a strangled laugh. 'No, nothing like that.'
'So, what is it?'
'More wine?' She made to pick up the bottle but he put his hand over the glass. 'No, I think I've had more than enough. What's going on Molly?'
She closed her eyes and contemplated just packing her bags and leaving but she'd come this far and maybe it was worth just telling him. They were friends and maybe they could laugh it off…well, he could.
'I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this is just so embarrassing. It was a stupid idea and all I can do is blame it on my hormones. I just…I'm not acting like myself at the moment.'
'I can see that but I'm still no nearer to understanding what's going on.'
'Aren't you? I thought you could deduce anything.'
He chuckled. 'Not quite, after all I didn't work out I was the father of our baby until after he was born. That wasn't very bright of me.'
She blushed again and blurted out. 'Well, see that's just the thing. You don't remember and I'm so horny all the time and I just thought that you might you know…want to…I mean, like I say it was a stupid idea. It's just my hormones, they're all over the place since Matty was born.'
He frowned a little and leant towards her. 'I might want to what? Re-live that night? Are you saying that you want us to…'
She broke across him, refusing to look him in the eye. 'Like I say, it was a stupid idea. I just can't think straight. I've just been so aroused recently and seeing you walking around like this…'
She gestured at him and he looked down at himself, his confusion just growing. 'Like what?'
'God Sherlock, you have no idea do you? I'm sorry, maybe I should move back home, get some distance. I just thought us having a one night stand might get it out of my system. That was all.'
'So…you want us to have sex because your hormones are making you horny?'
Molly stood up, mortified, and made to walk past him. 'Please just forget it. It sounds ridiculous when you say it out loud, just put it down to baby brain.'
He caught her wrist stopping her momentum and she turned back around, humiliation written all over her face. 'Please, Sherlock, just let it go…I'm embarrassed enough as it is.'
'OK.'
Now it was her turn to look confused. 'OK?...what do you mean OK?'
'I mean OK I will have sex with you. You're quite right, I don't have any memories of the night we conceived Matthew; at least not any clear ones and I should.'
She took a deep breath and her mouth opened but she couldn't seem to find any words. He tugged on her wrist bringing her closer to him and then took the end of the dressing gown belt in his other hand. He looked up at her as though to give her a chance to say something but when she didn't he slowly pulled the bow undone until it gave way and her dressing gown…his dressing gown, fell open.
His eyes fell away from her face to her body and he saw with a jolt of recognition that her nipples were just as he'd pictured them, that same pale pink as he'd imagined all those times through her pregnancy when he'd thought she had been with someone else. It was another piece of confirmation that it had been him.
His eyes travelled down. Her stomach was still rounded and slightly loose from the pregnancy, her muscles not yet back to how they had been after carrying a baby for nine months. Her legs were slim and toned and all in all he thought she was the most beautiful person he'd even seen. She had none of the confidence and blatant sex appeal of Irene but he didn't want that…he wanted Molly.
It seemed Molly didn't share his love of her body though as she moved to cover herself up, embarrassed at what he was seeing but once again he caught her hands. His voice was low and quiet when he spoke. 'No, don't do that Molly. Don't assume I don't like what I see.'
For the first time she let her eyes meet his and he saw her nervousness mingled with her arousal. He pulled her down onto his lap and she came willingly, letting her knees slide either side of his hips until he could feel her pressed up against his groin. He was starting to react to her physically and it wouldn't be long before she noticed but for now she still seemed uncertain about him and about what they were doing…even though it had been at her initiation.
She bit her lip again and let out a shuddering breath. 'Are you sure…I mean, I don't want to force you into anything?'
He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. 'Do you honestly think you could force me to do this against my will Molly? But what about birth control? Should I…'
'I had the coil fitted just after the birth…I figured I didn't want any more accidents.'
She was about to say more but he'd had enough of talking, talking was boring, they needed to just act. He leant forward and kissed her, hearing her slight gasp of shock as he did before her eyes slid shut and she gradually gave into it.
Molly was the one with all the memories but she hadn't quite remembered how good it was to kiss Sherlock. His lips met hers and she reacted immediately with a jolt of lust straight to her core as his perfect lips moved against and with her own. She felt his hands slide up the naked skin of her back pulling her against him and her arousal washed over her…all the frustration of the last couple of weeks or so consuming her and making her thoughts tangle and trip over themselves.
Sherlock, meanwhile, was surprised by the intensity of the kiss. He had expected Molly to be shy and nervous but as soon as she relaxed her passion seemed to overtake both of them. Her hands scraped against his scalp, weaving themselves in his hair and pulling on it in a way that made his mind explode with need; drawing a gasping groan from him. She pressed her body against his, already rocking her hips making him hard, blood flooding south and away from his brain. He felt dizzy with it as that recently familiar feeling of desire started to build up low in his gut threatening to overwhelm him. He'd imagined this, he'd had fleeting memories of it but nothing had prepared him for just how real and how amazing it would be.
As she pulled back to get some air he moved his mouth to her neck and he heard her moaning. 'Oh God, Sherlock, I need you…God, I need you inside me…'
He smirked at just how horny she was, she really was just using him for sex but at this moment in time he didn't care. He'd been thinking about her for weeks now, wondering what sex must have been like with her, realising and coming to terms with his feelings for her. It all just felt like a natural extension of their friendship and, this time at least, there was little need for foreplay and every need to just be joined together.
Her hands had already moved away from his hair and down to his waist where she was busy pulling his shirt from his trousers; half ripping and half undoing the buttons. The speed of her actions was still surprising him, this wasn't going to be making love; just fucking, pure and simple.
'Jesus, Molly…ohhh…'
Somehow her hand was down his trousers and gripping his erection and his eyes rolled back in his head at the amazing, distracting feel of her small hand wrapping around his cock.
He'd let his head fall back on the settee as he tried to let his mind catch up but Molly moved to kiss him again sending his thoughts spiralling all over again. He felt like he was spinning out of control.
As she kissed him she was pushing on his trousers trying to move them out of the way and he lifted his hips, and her, so she could push them down, his own hands moving to help her. Then she was lifting herself up and positioning him and the point of no return had come and gone before he'd even realised it.
As she sank down onto him he found himself digging his fingers into her hips trying desperately to control her movements and slow her down. He was at risk of embarrassing himself…how had she gone from shy and nervous to controlling and demanding in such a short time; not that he was complaining, he wasn't. He just needed to catch up.
'Wait…please…just give me a moment.'
Molly's movements stilled and he could feel himself pulsing inside her. She felt tight and wet and so damn warm and it was too much. He took a couple of shaky breaths; his head resting on her shoulder as her hands tangled in his hair once more.
After a minute she asked if he was OK, if he needed her to stop and he could hear the fear in her voice that he might reject her.
Even as she spoke he knew he was ready, he felt more centred and a little more in control and he knew he wanted this and needed her to start moving so he lifted his face and as they kissed he used his hands on her backside to urge her to start rocking against him. She set a slightly slower pace than she had before and he was grateful for it, giving him time as it did to adjust and start to think about her and her pleasure. He let his hands move to her breasts feeling the weight of them against his palms, hearing her exhaling as her movements started to deepen. As she kissed him again he knew for a fact that he would never get bored of kissing her, she was like a drug and for once it was one he could indulge in.
His thumbs slid over her nipples and he had an urge to take one in his mouth and feel that hard nub against his tongue so he let his mouth leave hers and move down her neck. She seemed to know his intentions instinctively and she leant backwards lifting her chest to him so he could close his mouth over that tempting pink bud. He suckled and licked it, rolling his tongue over and around it hearing Molly's gasps turn to moans as she started to fuck him harder. Her hands were in his hair again and she held his head in place as she ground herself down onto his cock as hard as she could.
He moved one hand to her backside pressing her against him, feeling his climax starting to build and desperately wanting Molly to fall first. Without thinking about what he was doing he bit down on her nipple and he finally felt her orgasm start. Her moans grew louder as her internal muscles started to pulse around him and he felt his mind explode as though he had stars bursting in his head. He pulled his head back so he could cry out as he came, holding her as he thrust upwards, needing to hold himself as deep inside her as he could manage as his seed streamed out of him in waves.
He wasn't sure how long they stayed locked together as they tried to get their breath back and make sense of what had just happened but it was Molly who moved first. She cupped his face and let her thumb slide across his mouth before she bent to press a chaste kiss on his lips. She looked sad and he didn't understand why, hadn't she wanted this? Hadn't they both wanted it?
Before he could say anything she muttered a quick 'thank you' and then she slid off his lap, wrapped the dressing gown around herself and left his flat to go up to her room.
He quickly pulled his trousers back up, refastening them and then sat there for a moment in utter confusion. What had just happened there? Had she not enjoyed it? She'd climaxed, he knew that much but he didn't understand why she had looked so sad or why she had left so fast. He was, as ever, completely out of his depth when it came to human behaviour and not for the first time he missed Mary…she would have understood, she would have explained it to him but as it was he felt he had no one.
Lack of communication is going to be the death of them isn't it. If only they'd actually talk to each other…about feelings and thoughts…you know the basics.
Anyway, how did you like the smut?
