A/N: Another fluff/smut chapter. After this one, we really have to go on with the story. They can't hump each others like rabbits all the time...or can they? ;)

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„Ah! Ugh! Ergh!"

Molly bit her lip as she slowly walked through the narrow hallway with her legs spread, trying to cause as less friction as possible at her very sore, very hurting centre. The muscles on the insides of her thighs were hurting, as well. From the waist down, Molly was practically one lump of discomfort.

Three days.

Three days where they had done nothing else but humping each other. They was no elegant way to describe it anymore. The lovemaking stopped after 24 hours. After that point, it had only been humping, only interrupted by giving into nature's call, eating and short periods of sleep.

Molly hadn't had so much sex since she was a teenager. Back then, it hadn't been a problem. But she wasn't 16 anymore and the exertion finally took its toll on her.

Shit, I'm getting old, she thought bitterly as she supported herself on the wall until she had reached the bathroom. She took care of her needs and showered. The hot water was like heaven and loosened some of the tension in her various muscles.

After she was done, she wrapped one towel around herself and one around her head. Normally she would blow-dry her hair, but she was too afraid of waking Sherlock. She had finally managed to escape his insatiable hunger (yeah, okay, he hadn't exactly forced her to sleep with him. She just couldn't resist those bloody beautiful eyes and his tender lips and his curious fingers…oh, stop it!) and just wanted a few minutes to herself.

And only a few minutes she would get. As soon as she had dressed in old, lose panties, lose sweatpants and a lose t-shirt, she turned around and jumped as she saw Sherlock standing in the doorway, only his big white sheet wrapped around him.

Molly couldn't believe herself as the mere sight of him made her horny. The sheet barely covering his pale skin and the several red love marks she had left on it, his black curls a total mess and his glasz eyes looking at her all confused made her want to just pounce him.

"What are you doing?" he asked her and looked her up and down as if he had never seen her wearing clothes before.

"Getting dressed."

"Why?"

Darn, she shouldn't be so turned on by his hurt puppy look. She walked over to him and placed her hands on his bare chest, feeling his soft warm skin beneath her fingers.

"I need to get back to work, Sherlock. I can't call in sick again."

"Yes you can."

He bent down to kiss her, but she quickly stepped away from him. Once he would kiss her, she was lost. His kisses would melt her once again. She needed to be strong.

"No, I can't. I can't lie anymore. And you need a case. I bet your inbox is already bursting."

"I'm busy."

She smiled and shook her head.

"Don't I get a say in this?" he asked sourly.

"Nope."

She grinned and he pouted. Then there was a spark in his eyes and Molly swallowed hard, knowing that spark too well by now.

"Fine then" he said and Molly's eyes widened as he let his sheet fall to the floor.

Of course her eyes roamed over his beautiful body, lingering at the middle which had caused her so much pleasure these past days.

"That's not fair" she gulped again.

"I don't know what you're talking about. The sheet reeks of us having sex on it. I'll sleep in your bed while you change mine."

With that, Sherlock hopped onto Molly's bed and rolled onto the side, one hand supporting his head and his eyes boring into hers.

He was posing for her, she knew that very well. But she would stay strong, she told herself…even though it was very hard when he looked at her like that…

Gosh, why does he have to be so bloody beautiful?

Maybe just once more…

No! No, no, no, no, no! You can't! You're raw down there!

Just. Go. Away!

Nodding to herself, Molly uttered a "Fine!" and hurried out of the room.

She almost fell down the stairs in her haste and cursed. Hearing him chuckle in her room didn't help the situation and she stuck out her tongue even though he couldn't see it.

She called work and told Mike Stamford that she was feeling much better and would come in tomorrow. Sweet Mike asking her if she was really sure made her feel so guilty that she quickly hung up the phone.

Molly busied herself with changing the sheets of Sherlock's bed and opening the windows (it really did reek of sex in his room. Phew!), cleaning up the kitchen (they had only eaten toast during those past three days and had left the bread and jam on the counter for convenience), feeding and playing with Toby and finally cooking some real dinner.

While she was sitting at the table, skimming through a magazine, her eyes darted to the hallway again and again. The image of naked Sherlock in her bed was still vivid in front of her eyes and she felt the desire growing.

That's ridiculous! You had him for three days, in every possible position…Well, not every position…No! Don't go there. Stay focused, Molly! Concentrate on your reading. Look at that cardigan! It's so cute! …So is Sherlock, looking at me with those amazing eyes before he kisses me tenderly. Gosh, he is such a wonderful kisser. And his tongue, oh my, so skilled!...Bloody hell, STOP IT!...I can't!

Molly jumped up from her chair and let the magazine fall on the table. But her mind wouldn't give up so easily.

With going upstairs you're doing exactly what he wants. He knows that you want him. He is testing you. He is testing if you can resist him…That cheeky bastard!...I know! You mustn't let him win!...Okay!

Molly sat down again, crossing her arms in front of her chest, gnawing on her lip again. Her eyes were glued to the hallway and at one point, she started rocking. She couldn't get naked Sherlock out of her head and while she inspected her mental image, she discovered a spot that she hadn't placed a love bite on, yet.

Her mouth watered.

Groaning in disgust at her own behavior, she let her head fall onto the table.

You're really pathetic. It's just been two hours and a few minutes. You're behaving like a cat in heat. He's not that handsome!...He really is, though…Yeah, I know...Eh, shouldn't you say something like 'no'?...Oh, what the hell.

Again, Molly jumped up. This time, she would have run upstairs if it hadn't been for the timer to beep. Torn between common sense and sensuality, Molly's mind won in the end. She couldn't let the food go to waste. So she turned off the oven and pulled out the casserole.

It was way too hot to eat yet, at least that was what she told herself before she bolted for the stairs, sending pride and logic to hell.

She climbed the stairs as slowly and carefully as she could (legs still spread and wincing on her way up). When she stepped into her room, she bit her lip.

Sherlock was lying on his belly, one arm dangling from the bed as well as his feet.

His one visible eye beneath the mop of curls was closed and his regular breathing indicated that he was sleeping.

The sun shining through her windows put a delicious glow on his two prominent butt cheeks. Molly bit her lower lip, desire spreading inside her. She loved his butt. Full cheeks, firm muscles but soft skin. Perfect.

So was his back. The soft curve of his spine, the muscles outlined beneath his creamy skin.

That she didn't let out a foolish sigh was all that was missing from this scene.

Hesitantly and with her head tilted to the side, she stepped up to her bed with her lover lying on top of it. She looked down on him, her eyes roaming over every inch of his bare skin. Her heart swelled with love and admiration for the most beautiful man she had ever laid eyes on. It still was hard to believe that he was hers, that she was allowed to touch him and kiss him and that he obviously couldn't get enough of her.

Sherlock Holmes had been and most probably always would be a miracle to her. But maybe, if he would allow it, she would understand him fully one day.

She definitely wanted to know him inside and out. She wanted all of him.

With a smile on her face she sat down, careful not to wake him, and looked at his butt again. A slight blush crept up her cheeks, but she couldn't stop her hand from touching it. Her fingertips grazed over his lovely mound, slowly wandering down his thigh and calf and up again. She placed all of her hand on his cheek now, gently stroking the soft skin, before she moved upwards, exploring his back and smiling as she found little scratch marks next to his shoulder blades. Overwhelmed with the sensuality of the moment Molly bent down and placed a soft kiss on the marks she had left on his skin.

"You managed longer than I had imagined."

Molly jumped at Sherlock's deep baritone.

"I thought you were sleeping", she mumbled and asked herself why the hell she had said that - for it was making it all worse, didn't it? - and stood up, wanting to leave the room, when Sherlock grasped her wrist.

She looked down at him, his one eye sparkling with desire and Molly let out a sigh. One look and her knees felt like pudding.

"I've cooked" she said weakly but didn't resist as Sherlock pulled her onto the mattress.

"I can smell that", he answered and rolled onto his side before he pulled her into a lying position next to him.

Molly hummed as he placed a kiss on her neck. His big hand sneaked beneath her shirt and cupped her breast, gently massaging it. Feeling drawn to the warmth evaporating from his naked body, Molly moved closer to him and turned her head so she could kiss him.

Everything around her faded away as their tongues stroke each other and she just wanted to be close to the man she loved, giving him all he needed. Goosebumps spread on her belly as his fingertips ran over her skin and she spread her thighs like she had done the past three days, wanting nothing more than feel him between her legs again…

The pain shooting through her as Sherlock pushed two fingers inside her pulled her back to earth roughly. She couldn't suppress the hiss that fell from her lips and the flinch of her body.

Sherlock immediately pulled his fingers out of her and broke the kiss.

"I hurt you."

Molly saw the shock and pain in his eyes and quickly cupped his face to pull him down for another kiss.

"It's okay, Sherlock. It's just…I really really need a break from sex. I'm completely sore."

"Oh."

He blushed. Sherlock actually blushed. This man was too adorable.

"It's okay. Absolutely okay. I loved every single minute of having sex with you. And I would love to go on, but I think I've reached the point where pain will dominate the pleasure."

Sherlock nodded and blinked, searching for words. His hand hovered above her body and Molly needed a second to understand that he was seriously troubled.

"Sherlock…"

"I should have noticed."

"I'm okay."

"I lost control."

"Would you listen to me?"

Molly rolled Sherlock onto his back and placed a firm hand on his chest.

"Listen to me", she demanded again to make him look at her.

"I'm just a little sore. You didn't rip off an arm or something. I am fine. I have never enjoyed sex more and every sore part of my body was worth it. Do you understand me?"

He nodded, still not looking convinced.

She sighed and let the back of her fingers run over his cheek.

"You're a wonderful lover" she whispered and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.

"You're very attentive, gentle and passionate and your learning curve is nothing but impressive."

His mouth twitched at that.

"I love the way you touch and kiss me and I've never felt that free and safe in a man's arms."

He looked at her for a long moment, then he reached up and let her hair slip through his fingers.

"I feel the same way" he announced in his beautiful deep voice and Molly smiled.

"Really?"

"Yes", he nodded. "You drive me crazy, Molly Hooper."

Molly's eyes widened and she bit her lip.

"If you ever tell anyone I said something like this, I'm going to kill you."

She laughed and kissed him.

"Get dressed and come down for dinner. And with dressed I mean more than a sheet around your waist."

She rolled off the bed, trying hard to walk normal until she was out the door. The way down the stairs was hell but she managed and busied herself with putting out plates and putting food on them while she heard Sherlock come down the stairs. She only threw a quick glance over her shoulder, seeing that he hadn't even bothered to sling a sheet around his hips this time and she bit her lip as she looked at his lovely bum.

Molly Hooper made a vow to herself at this moment:

As soon as she was ready for action again, she would bite that hiney, no matter what!

~oOo~

As it turned out, Molly had been right. His inbox was bursting with pleads from potential clients. Sherlock sat in his chair, wearing clothes after three days of blissful nakedness. But it also felt good to wear a suit again, he thought while skipping through and deleting messages that didn't interest him. That was until his mobile announced with an annoying beep that its battery was low and Sherlock was shocked to realize that he had wasted three hours thinking of Molly and her lovely body writhing against his, his thumb still resting on the screen.

He definitely needed a case. Something to clear his head.

Switching from mobile to notebook, Sherlock started solving cases. For most of them, he didn't even have to leave the flat. Attached pictures or phone calls was all he needed and when Molly came back that evening, Sherlock had reached his personal best of 47 solved cases.

She called him from the hallway as she shrug off her light jacket (it was getting warmer every day now) and stepped out of her shoes, letting her bag fall carelessly to the floor.

"How was your day?"

"Boring."

"I thought you would take up cases again."

"I did. They were all boring and dull."

"How many did you solve?"

"47."

She whistled through her teeth.

"Highscore!"

Sherlock grinned.

"I'm hungry" he announced, wondering what the hell she was doing in the hallway so long.

"Oh, me too."

Just as he wanted to suggest Indian takeout, Molly entered the living room. His eyes widened and his jaw hit the floor.

Mousy Molly Hooper (yes, he had thought of her like that, way back at the beginning of their acquaintance) came towards him, stalk naked. She wore nothing, not even socks. Her brown hair fell over her back and covered her lovely breasts in the front but other than that he could see everything.

His mouth watered and he swallowed hard at the immediate reaction of his body. He was already hard when she reached him.

Without a word she kneed on his chair, his legs between her thighs and her hand wandered into his hair, bending his head backwards roughly.

Sherlock gasped but the sound was stifled by her lips crushing onto his. His eyes flew shut and his toes curled.

It was a hell of a kiss.

"God, I missed you", Molly breathed into his mouth and rested her forehead against his as she looked down and hastily unbuttoned his shirt.

Meanwhile, Sherlock's hands were roaming over her bare thighs and her buttocks.

"What about you being sore?" he asked but lifted his butt so she could pull the shirt out of his dark grey trousers.

"I don't give a damn. I want you now."

A shiver ran up and down his spine and his manhood began throbbing, demanding to know what the delay was.

"I don't want to hurt you" Sherlock breathed when Molly ended another passionate kiss to suck at his neck.

"Darling, I'm hurting right now. Please. I need to feel you."

"Oh God, Molly", Sherlock moaned and grabbed his woman to press her bare chest against his, kissing her feverishly.

His clothes were gone within the next minute and Sherlock couldn't breathe when Molly sank to the floor between his legs, looking him directly in the eyes as her little wet tongue circled around his head.

He let out a groan and his head fell back, his hands wandered into her hair and he closed his eyes to fully concentrate on her hot mouth and the wonderful things it did to him.

A hiss fell from his lips as she started sucking and he looked down at her. The sight of her sucking his cock while he sat in his chair was a view that burnt itself into his memory.

Oh, that little vixen loved torturing him. More than once she drove him to the edge only to let go of him in the last minute, grinning up at him cheekily and stroking his legs. He let her do this two times. A third time he wouldn't survive, he thought desperately.

Grasping her upper arms, he pulled her up roughly and leaned in. His face was mere inches away as he whispered in the darkest voice he could manage:
"I won't fuck you tonight, Molly Hooper. Instead, I will ravish your cunt with my mouth until you beg me to stop. But I most probably won't stop until you came at least twice, once for every time you tortured me."

Quick as a cat he switched their positions and Molly yelped in surprise as she was pressed into the seat. A confidently grinning Sherlock looked at her for a second, then he leaned down to suckle her right breast. His suction was hard and his teeth were biting her nipple mercilessly until she was nothing but a moaning mess.

Finally, he let her breast plop out of his mouth soundly, grinning at her again while he moved his head to the other side and without breaking eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and let the tip flick over her sensitive nipple.

Molly's eyes were glazed over with lust and she looked at him through heavy eyelids, her lips parted.

"Please, Sherlock…" she breathed as he continued to tease her.

"A good start, but let's see if we can work a little desperation into it."

He sucked her breast between his lips and pleased it by biting and licking the nipple. Molly's hands were in his hair and she arched her back while she moaned. Her legs were wrapped around his hips and with her feet she rubbed his lovely butt.

The way Sherlock pleasured her breasts was heaven. When she managed to keep her eyes open, Molly loved to watch him kiss, nibble and suck on it. It was just so damn sexy. He was so damn sexy. And so thorough in his actions. He was worshipping her breasts. She knew he loved to feel and taste them, no matter what he had said all those years ago.

Molly's orgasm was sudden and overwhelmed her. She let out a scream as the waves of ecstasy rushed through her body, causing her muscles to quiver uncontrollably. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her arching back and pressed his face between her breasts and Molly grasped his hair and clung to him until she regained control of her body.

"Oh dear…" she breathed and looked down just in time to see Sherlock press a tender kiss to the mound of her breast.

"It's just the beginning, darling."

Molly's heart skipped a beat when he called her this, fully in control of his mind and looking at her. Touched deeply, she lifted her back off the chair to kiss him. They shared a long and gentle kiss before Sherlock broke it and pushed her back onto the seat. He shifted and left a trail of hot kisses on her belly while he hooked his hands in the back of her knees and put them on the armrests of his chair.

Molly could feel how her lips parted and she opened up for him. A second later, she felt his hot breath on her drenched sex and heard him utter a low groan before his tongue plowed through her wet slit.

Sherlock was careful at first, testing out what he could do to her without hitting a sore spot. Molly guided him with her moans and gasps and a hiss when he started to push his tongue into her channel. Begging her forgiveness with a tender kiss on the inside of her thigh, he kept his ministrations focused on her vulva after that. Neither of them complained.

Well, Molly did.

Sherlock tortured her mercilessly by flicking his tongue over her swollen clit until she neared another peak, but withdrew before she could reach it. If it had felt nearly as bad for him, she was truly sorry.

"Sherlock…I'm sorry…so sorry…please!"

"Mmmmhh, better."

That man was impossible, Molly thought and moaned a second later when Sherlock's hot lips closed around her clit and started sucking soundly.

Three more times did he do this to her until she really started begging.

Sherlock growled when she did it, wrapped his arms around her hips and started lapping at her cunt passionately until Molly screamed as she finally had an orgasm that almost blew her mind.

~oOo~

Ten minutes later, Molly was still sitting in Sherlock's chair and still naked. Sherlock was still kneeling on the floor between her spread legs, his head resting on her belly. Both had their eyes closed as Molly worked her fingers through his curls, massaging his scalp while doing so. There was a blissful silence between them and neither of them felt the need to break it.

Toby was the one to separate them in the end when he pranced into the living room and demanded food with annoyingly loud meowing. When he started biting into Sherlock's toes, the consulting detective only sighed and stood up, kissing Molly on the way. She was sleepy after those two orgasms, but she fought to keep her eyes open so she could watch this lovely man walk around naked.

What a sight, she thought admiringly.

After Toby's greedy smacking filled the kitchen, Sherlock came back to Molly. He held out a hand to her and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet. Not letting go of her hand Sherlock guided her into his bedroom, where they snuggled under the sheets and close to each other.

"You were right. Us working again turned out to be a good thing. Will you greet me naked every night from now on?"

Molly giggled and wrapped her arm around his chest.

"That's not a good idea. What if you have a client? Or John is visiting?"

He thought about it.

"We could work out a code. I could hang something outside the window so you know the air is clear."

She giggled again and kissed the warm skin beneath her lips.

"Shut up, I'm sleepy."

"It could be a tie or one of your knickers."

"If you hang my knickers out of the window, I'll cut your trousers again. And this time the hole will be the front."

"Do you really want other people to see my penis?"

"No", she admitted and yawned.

"Good. I don't want other people to see you naked, either."

"For a man who has repeatedly told me that the 'body is just transport', you're quite possessive, Sherlock Holmes."

"Shut up. You're sleepy."

Molly giggled once more, then it fell quite between them.

Even though Sherlock wasn't really tired, he stayed in bed with her after Molly had fallen asleep. He liked holding her in his arms, feeling her naked warm body against his and listen to her regular breathing.

It was relaxing, comforting…and made him ridiculously happy.