Sherlock Holmes and the Occupant Chapter 13 (part two)- Chemical Defect, a sherlock fanfic

AN:Hi so yeah haven't updated this in awhile. Watching Season 3 of Sherlock got me so inspired. I want to update more often. I did manage to complete on Sherlock story my "Monsters" story I got a little dark but check it out. Also I made a tumblr under the same name as my username.

This is part 2 of the three times that stuck out the most to Sherlock with Molly. Warning this chapter does have sexy times so you can fast-forward if it makes you feel awkward. It did for me a bit I felt weird writing it but I figured it needed a little Sherlolly action.

So without further ado

Chapter 13 (part 2)- Chemical Defect

Sherlock after weeks of staying stuck in Molly's flat got a lead. Heading out he saw the disappointment on Molly's face. He needed her, he knew this to be a definite truth, to be my his side. Right on time one of Mycroft men, who was posing as Molly's new boyfriend, entered the flat. Molly answered the door to be greeted by a warm embrace and a lingering kiss on cheek. There was a part of Sherlock that wanted to throw him out the window. That was a lie every part of Sherlock wanted to take him away from Molly and throw him out the window just to have Lestrade ask how many times. At first he was doing his job pretending to be her boyfriend to deliver important information but somewhere he ended up crossing the line. Hanging out with Molly so much,to keep appearances, he started to actually like her. Sherlock could tell that he actually wanted to ask her out but was too afraid of Mycroft. After awhile he figured out he should be afraid of both Holmes brothers. Without force the small mouse Molly had become a huge part of Sherlock and even Mycroft lives. She was probably one of the only ones who could get the Iceman to hug her.

Sherlock walked in between them making them separate creating space as he started to push him out the door. Molly gave him a quick slap on the back making him cringe. " Thank you Peter." Sherlock seethed grabbing the package.

"It's Mark." he corrected.

"Right I'll be sure to remember that." Sherlock lied slamming the door in his face.

He felt a hand reach up and pinched his ear, she was becoming more comfortable with him, bringing him down to her. " You cannot do things like that." She chided.

Trying to distract her Sherlock handed her the package. Molly looked at him skeptically before opening it up. Inside was different forms of new identification, including birth certificates and passports with her picture on it. Molly was very smart but at this moment everything seem to be confusing and fake. Why would he want to bring her with him was Molly thoughts. Turning the tables this time he read what Molly was feeling.

"I want you by my side." Sherlock reassured.

Molly was no longer a silly girl with a crush,she knew he was not asking her to marry him or confessing his love. Now Molly, getting to know Sherlock more, was a woman in love and that meant being brilliant and protecting him even if he never saw it. "Let's go." She simply said then walked to her suitcase and packed what was necessary. When the coast was clear they left and headed to a private airport on a private plane taking off.

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Molly was not sure where exactly she was at the moment. One thing she knew for sure was there was a communication barrier. She stayed close to Sherlock side he was able to speak the language so efficiently it was as if he was born there. Plus Molly had almost agreed to marry someone about three times now. She was surprised when Sherlock came to her one day with a ring.

"What's this? Molly asked confused.

Shaking his head in annoyance Sherlock answered. "Molly it's obviously a wedding ring do keep up?"

"Are you that bored?" Molly responded never once crossing her mind that it was for her. When she saw Sherlock slip a matching one on his finger it clicked. "We're posing as a married couple." she asked surprised.

Walking over to Molly he slipped the ring on her finger. "Yes we are Ms. Holmes." he whispered to her finding it easier to say than he thought. To fake like they were married they both had to play into it. He draped his arm over Molly's shoulder bringing her close, feeling a bit of unease and tension from her, as he guided her to the place they would be staying at during their mission.

Of course since they were "married" they had to sleep in the same bedroom. Living with him and being with him just made the fantasy, which she always dreamt of, unrealistic. She had woken up and seen it could never be true. Everyday of every minute she hoped that she would capture his heart, he already captured hers without even knowing or caring. When he called her Mrs. Holmes she didn't feel happiness or giddiness, she felt lonely at the falseness of it.

When it was time for bed Sherlock insisted on Molly taking the bed and he would take the couch. Molly looked over to the couch and saw that it was too small for Sherlock and instead insisted that she sleep there. An argument broke out and somehow they both ended up on the bed. As they drifted off to sleep, yes even Sherlock who felt an calmness sweep over him, it was this night that Molly reoccurring nightmare chose to come to her. Her body felt restricted as she thrashed around and screamed tears spilling down her face. When the lights came closer and a dark figure passed Molly jolted awake. She looked up to find herself in Sherlock's arms holding her and stroking her hair. He lightly kissed her hair speaking softly to calm her as you would if someone was in shock.

"What's wrong Molly?! Please be okay." he asked in a panic staring into her eyes then proceeded to check her. His brow was cringed with sweat beading down it with his hair frazzled and a look of confusion and concern dawned his face.

It was at this moment that Molly saw how difficult it must be for Sherlock. A person who preached about caring and love being a chemical defect looked out of his element, especially without John to help guide him.

"Tell me what's wrong." the words spilling out of his mouth,speaking the same words Molly once said to him when winning against Moriarty felt hopeless. She brought him that hope, when it seemed he would just flicker out she gave him a spark. That single spark which would help him raise up from the ashes into fire once more. That's what she gave him so he thought at least he could do was try.

For a few awkward moments there was silence as Molly stared at him like some ventriloquist was throwing their voice into Sherlock. It wasn't that she thought he was incapable of doing these nice things it was the delivery not wavering or forced but honest as if it was a simple hello, the beauty of it was he actually meant it. "I had the same nightmare again...wait...no...not nightmare more like memory. Well not really since I don't remember it." she confessed. "It was when I was going..." she stopped with her words thinking in would bore Sherlock. "Actually neverm-

"Going where?" he asked cutting her off from backing out.

Molly paused for a few seconds looking at Sherlock, who crossed his legs and put his fingertips together waiting for her to tell her story. "When I went to Uni that's when it happened. I don't remember much but I remember just waking up in a hospital. My dad had tears streaming down his, now gray and wrinkled face. I could see the pain and look of being lost on his face. I knew something had happened just by looking at my father before I even saw the tube in my nose or the heart and brain monitor. Apparently I was hit my a car I went into a six month coma, while the guy who hit me sadly died. A piece of glass went right through his neck. I'm sure he didn't mean to hit me with his car. The thing is Sherlock I don't remember that day at all and I feel there's a huge piece of my life I just threw away. According to everyone I know I have all my memories except for that day said I was repressing it. It haunts me Sherlock and I don't know why." Molly spoke as tears of frustration fighting to spill out of her eyes.

She waited for him to berate her tell her she's being silly but no words were spoken. All she felt was herself falling slowly onto the pillow. She let out an omph as her head made contact with the pillow, before she could protest Sherlock wrapped his arms around her molding himself into her on the bed. "Shhh just go to sleep. I'll be here." he whispered. Molly wanted to ask him "but for how long." instead she decided to just rest her hand on Sherlock and close her eyes.

This wasn't real Molly thought looking around. It was a very elaborate and detailed dream. She shivered as she felt a gentle breeze blow threw the open window doors. Looking down she knew why it was so cold she was as naked as the day she was born and so was the man beside her Sherlock Holmes.

How did it even escalate this far it just started off with simply being in the same bed together and nothing else.

"um Sherlock did we- there was a momentary pause before Molly blurted the rest. - have sex?"

Still turned away he answered her with a grumbled. "Yes." just sweet and to the point. When she didn't say a word, too shocked what had happened, Sherlock turned around towards Molly. She was in a daze unaware her sheets fell down exposing her giving Sherlock a better view of her body. Sherlock could tell she was beautiful and he didn't need a lite room to tell him that. It was nice through to deduce her without her clothes on. There was once when he had to deduce Irene Adler naked and he failed. Slowly his eyes ranked up her body he was only able to get to her calf before getting smacked with a pillow falling backwards. Molly took this opportunity to cover his face with the pillow, making sure to leave the pillow above his mouth to breath.

"Remove the pillow Molly." he commanded his voice dropping down an octave.

"No you have to promise you won't deduce me naked."

"I don't understand why you would want to hide such a beautiful-

"Don't you sweet talk me." Molly scolded him interrupting him still holding the pillow on his face.

"fine I'll-

"Ahhhh!" the scream came from doorway causing both of them to snap their heads up looking at the maid. She started to shout something in another language Molly couldn't understand but Sherlock did. The only thing that stuck out was Holmes.

"She is not trying to kill me!" he groaned shouting back in frustration. The maid was already down the hall yelling for help. Without thinking Molly got up and ran down the hall way to clear up everything. Even though there was no way Molly could communicate with her but in the heat of the moment she forgot.

"Molly you're not wearing clothes." he shouted after her but it was too late. Quickly Sherlock wrapped the sheet around him and grabbed his jacket running after Molly.

When he came to a stop there he was on one side of the hallway, the police on the other side and Molly beside the maid in the middle. There was shouting and confusion, mostly on Molly part having no idea what was being said, as everything was being sorted out. One of the officers reached out to handcuff Molly, looking down and seeing her naked predicament. Sherlock say him pull Molly towards him that's when all hell broke loose.

Mycroft twirled his umbrella as he walked into the Police station with delighted annoyance. Annoyance from having to take a late flight and delight from his deductions he already noted before even seeing what was going on from the call. When he got the call in the middle of the night that someone had tried to kill Sherlock. His heart pounded but he controlled himself with that small hopeful word tried. Whoever tried did not succeed in killing Sherlock but what kind of condition was he in at the moment. All that disappeared when they told him the person who tried to kill Sherlock,whom was said to be wearing a sheet, was a naked Molly Holmes. He was shocked that Sherlock had put Molly as his wife when he could of made her his relative or something. Quickly he had hung up telling him he was on his way. Mycroft made sure he was alone when he broke out into fits of laughter. He could have someone else handle this or just simple call, but no he wanted to see this himself.

Coming into Sherlock view the first words out of his mouth were. "Go away Mycroft!"

"Tell me Sherlock was sex that bad with you that Miss Hooper tried to kill you. Poor thing I should probably give her some compensation." Mycroft teased.

"It's Doctor Hooper and leave me alone Mycroft." Sherlock snapped.

"You and Mis- Doctor Hooper are free to go. The officers won't be pressing charges for attacking them. You're welcome I helped you and your wife get out of trouble." Mycroft sneered knowing he would not get a thank you from his little brother. He did however receive a nod, which was enough for Mycroft.

"It was because they touched-

"I know what it was for Sherlock. You need to not put yourself in dangerous disadvantages."Mycroft belittled him cutting him off. When he saw his words register with Sherlock he walked out heading back to the airport with a smile. Mycroft saw that Sherlock mind had became a a bit sharper just after having sex with Molly and wondered how long it would take Sherlock to figure it out. He could see that over time it would soon all turn sour.

Solving cases rapidly one after another getting closer to taking down Moriarty network Sherlock did take notice. Molly becomes his new drug his fix helping his mind become more focused, alert, aware and rapid. He logs everything wondering if it is just sex or does there have to be certain circumstances. Every answer he comes up with is sex with Molly. He looked down at a sleeping Molly, who was knocked out cold. Sherlock had gone overboard a bit well that was an understatement. Finally he was so close to finding one of Moriarty top men but each time there was a roadblock, only to be cleared by sex with Molly. In that day Sherlock had four roadblocks and all had been cleared after time with Molly. Sherlock had left to make a few arrangements when he came back he found Molly awake. Her face was void of emotion and she clutched Sherlock log. Seeing what she had Sherlock tensed racking his brain on how to fix this but words he needed seemed to have left him.

"I'm sorry for looking at your stuff." she croaked angrily. Sherlock remained quite standing by the doorway wondering why she was apologizing when it should be him. He watched as she took off his clothes and wore her own. This was bad she could have easily kept on Sherlock clothes as she had done before.

When she was dressed she started to walk past a frozen Sherlock, just as she brushed past him his body went into action. Sherlock grabbed Molly wrist trying to pull her back to him but she was not having that as she violent pulled her wrist away. When he tried to grab her again she punched him sending him back. She was small but she packed a mighty punch, a few to be exact. Looking up he saw that her face was no longer void there was anger, concern, and sadness that flashed across her face. Seeing her something kicked in with Sherlock, he practically ran to her almost tripping as he clumsily grabbed her head bringing her lips to his mouth. This would be the last time with her, he had fucked up and he knew it. At first she closed her mouth but she eventually gave him access to her mouth. Their mouths molding to each other not letting go just stealing the air from each other lips. Sherlock hands started to roam across her body only taking seconds breaks for them to breath. Hearing her gasp but him into a frenzy pushing her against the wall, barely registering they were out in the hallway.

Sherlock didn't care they were out in the hallway he wanted Molly bad, he truly had become an addict. If this was the last time then he wanted to be a little selfish. No one could blame him right. His body moved to it's own accord picking up Molly against the wall, her legs wrapping around instinctively. His slender fingers slide and dipped into her most intimate area going off and on between teasingly begging slow to lose your mind fast. She was wet but he had yet to get a response from her. Once he had both of their bottoms down he slid into her with urgency stopping for a few seconds to feel her around him. Ungracefully and messy he started to thrust into her, but she wasn't meeting his thrust as she normally did. Sherlock started to panic thrusting harder as he attacked her lips. When he put his head in the crook of her neck that's when he heard it, the whimper. This one was different, it wasn't like the ones he loved to hear, this one caused his heart to drop in the pit of his stomach.

"Molly...sorry." he spoke softly pausing as he slid out of her and gently set her down.

All he could hear was the repressed sobs from Molly. Carefully as if she was paper he gentle kissed her forehead then proceeded to her cheeks and the corner of her lips. Picking her up he took her out of the hallway and right to the bed. Even if this was it for them, he treated her like a common experiment, then he could be unselfish sociopath. Sherlock member was still hard, his body begged for release but he pushed those thoughts past him. Only thinking of one thing the woman who gave him her heart that he repeatedly crushed, she was strong though she would put herself back together and the cycle would continue. This he was afraid would not happen, so instead the last thing he would give her is himself.

He need above all else to do this there was no way he was going to let her refuse him pleasuring her. "Molly please let me do this." he begged asking her not to push him away.

Sherlock slowly kissed down Molly landing on her calf. He inched up slowly reaching her inner thighs. Slowly he kissed and pranced his fingers, almost as if he was playing his violin, across her thighs. Teasing her he ran his tongue along the upper thigh right next to the spot he wanted to please the most.

He knew that the strongest muscle on the human body was his tongue plus he had more control over it then any other body part. He used his broad flat tongue to fully cover her vagina added a bit of pressure. Sherlock used his tongue to lick, flick and circle into Molly sex. Hitting a specific arousal spot her clitoris. The clitoris is a woman's most sensitive erogenous zone after all. Deliberately he took her clit sucking french kissing it and gentle rolling it between his teeth.

Not leaving his hands out of the equation he massaged her thighs added sensual pressure. Playing the violin gave him great control of his fingers as he entered slowly into her. Two fingers played inside her as he continued to worship her with his mouth. Little by little increasing his pace. When Molly had finally reached her orgasm, screaming as she pulled on Sherlock's hair, Sherlock didn't stop. She wondered what he was trying to do she had already orgasm. That's when Sherlock reached across in his pants pocket popping something in his mouth attacking her sensitive vagina. Molly could not speak or even scream just a mix between moans, whimpers, and erratic breathes left her mouth as she felt the cool mint rushing onto her sex. Sherlock had done his research and found this little trick bringing breath mints to a whole new level of intimacy. Sherlock let go as he watched Molly's body spasm and curled,losing heavenly control of her body, trying to get back to normal after the second post orgasm.

Carefully he inched up to her on the bed, his fingers strumming across her back as she laid on her side.

"Sometimes I hate you." Molly tells him.

Sherlock knows the sometimes means she loves him still but he can be an idiot. "I know." he replies

"I don't want to be weak." Molly confesses.

Sherlock knows she means she won't let him run over her. "You're not." he speaks with unwavering confidence.

Molly turns around to him, their eyes meeting, grabbing his undivided attention. "Sherlock I am not a chemical defect." she states it as an absolute fact.

"No. Never." Sherlock simply yet powerful responds seeing his error.

Sherlock held Molly that night apologizing repeatedly until he tires himself to sleep. In his mind palace he can slowly feel a change. Irene made his mind clouded he thought that was affection at the highest form. He was wrong though because he didn't want to, not change but become better with Irene. It was different with Molly she made him better without even knowing or trying. Being with Molly his mind had never been more clearer, more focused and more doors, some unaware of their existence, had opened. Molly was the key to all the locked doors in his mind palace and to his heart.

AN: I hope you enjoyed that. Thank you guys for all of your lovely reviews. I already watched Sherlock online but I watched it again on the TV this time. My mom even watched it with me it was funny because when Molly kissed her she told me "Ow they finally put them together." She doesn't even watch the show she's seen bits and pieces of episodes and she thinks they should be together. Then when she saw that it was fake she told me that sucks. Oh how i adore my mom.