At long last the Sex Holiday chapter is here! WOOOHOO!
I struggled with this for a bit, which is madness since this is so smut heavy, but my head just wasn't in the right place I guess. But now I finally am mentally with it … pfft … and I managed to pound this one out –snorts- quite quickly!
There's a little surprise waiting for you down at the bottom … heh …
ENJOY! :D
Chapter Thirty-Eight - I Will Always Need You
"I will always need you," Sherlock told her, his fingertips gently stroking her cheek.
Molly smiled widely. "I will always need you as well."
They kissed, slow and languid and she could feel him beginning to grow hard against her leg when a sudden noise caused them to pull apart.
"What was that?" she asked.
He looked over his shoulder, into the dark room. "It sounded like ice shifting."
"Oh! It must be the bottle of champagne! We forgot about it!"
Sherlock sat up, as Molly did the same.
"We should at least have a glass, since your brother paid for it!" She got up from the bed as she said this, nudging the curtain open and stepping into the other room.
Sherlock watched her from the bed, drinking in the sight of her nakedness as she pulled the bottle from the cold water (nearly all the ice had melted), and toweled it dry. She carried it back to the bed, with two glasses in her hand.
"Would you do the honour? Opening these bottles always makes me nervous," she explained as she held it out to him.
He smiled and took it from her, quickly and gently easing out the cork. The bottle opened with a soft pop, and he poured the bubbly drink into the two glasses that she held out. He settled the bottle onto the floor and took a glass from her as she climbed back onto the bed. He leaned against the pillows, his head coming to rest on the headboard. Molly smiled as she straddled his hips, then let out a giggle as she accidentally spilled some of the champagne onto his chest.
"Oops!" She giggled some more. "Hmmm ... I think I might know how to fix this little predicament." She carefully held her glass at level as she dropped her head down and licked the spilled champagne off of him. "Mmmm ... that's a rather delicious combination!"
They quickly settled into carefully pouring champagne onto each other's bodies and licking it off. The sensation of the bubbles on her nipples, combined with his mouth and tongue suckling it from her skin, very nearly sent her into orgasm. By the time the bottle was finished they were both aching for each other.
Sherlock was again lying beneath her and she quickly straddled his waist, wrapping her hand around his hardened length before placing him at her entrance. She sank down onto him, both of them moaning happily. Once she was comfortably seated, she leaned forward placing her hands on either side of his head. Her breasts were touching his chest, and as she began to rotate her hips, slowly fucking his cock, she kissed him. He held tightly onto her bum, pulling up his legs in order to be able to plant his feet firmly onto the bed, so that he could thrust up into her.
"Oh!" she gasped out, as their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony.
Their fun with the champagne had had them teetering near the edge, thus it didn't take long for either one of them to reach their fruition. Molly's body shook as she moaned and mewled. He held himself up inside of her, pressing kisses to her face, her name coming out in a groan as her walls clenched around him. He slipped his hands over her back, cradling her close as he rolled them onto their sides. Blindly he reached out behind him for the sheet that had been pushed away. Once they were covered she let out a loud, happy sigh.
"Mmmm," he hummed into her neck. "Someone sounds as if they have been truly debauched."
She chuckled, snuggling against him. "I have been, most definitely!"
He smiled, pressing a kiss to her heated skin. "Good. Expect many repeats of this; it's not called a Sex Holiday for no reason."
She laughed soundly, giving his nipple a faint tweak. "Will you tell me now where we are going?"
He leaned back slightly so that he could look up at her. "Italy," he replied. "Lake Como to be exact."
Her mouth dropped open, and he smiled at her shock.
"Do you approve?" he asked. "We'll be staying in a villa, overlooking the lake.
Instead of giving a verbal answer, she kissed him. He slipped his arm around her, holding her close.
"Hmmmm, I think you do approve!" he murmured.
She gave his bottom lip a tiny nibble. "I approve most-heartedly. Of course you would know how much I've wanted to go to Italy!"
He chuckled. "Your Pinterest boards were most helpful in that aspect."
She mock-rolled her eyes. "Will you stop stealing my tablet?"
"Nope."
She pretended to grumble beneath her breath, which he quickly silenced with another kiss. They made love once more, dropping off to sleep just as the sun was beginning to rise.
"I can't believe you almost got us kicked off the plane! No wait, I take that back, I can believe it! Your libido is like a teenage boy's!"
Sherlock allowed Molly to berate him as they made their way through the airport towards the rental car service, a cheeky (and proud) smirk about his lips.
"Admit it, Molly," he drawled out, "you enjoyed yourself. Have you ever had sex on a plane before? I think not."
Her cheeks flushed pink. "No. I haven't. Until now!" She gave his arm a solid thwack with the back of her hand. "The scathing look that stewardess gave me! I was so embarrassed Sherlock!"
His smirk grew wider. "No you weren't."
She spluttered, and the deepening blush gave him all the information he needed. "You honestly couldn't wait until we were at our villa, alone, to jump me?!"
"No. And I didn't jump you, I more so pushed you back into the lavatory. And did you honestly expect me not to when you're wearing a dress? "
She rolled her eyes, growing silent as he was handed a set of car keys. Sherlock thanked the man in fluent Italian then took Molly's hand in his and led her outside into the sunshine.
"You rented a Fiat?" she exclaimed in surprise as they walked towards the little red car.
"Yes. I thought it would be appropriate and that you would like it."
"Oh I do! I love these little cars!"
Sherlock put their suitcases into the boot and they got into the car. Molly couldn't help but giggle as she watched him practically fold himself into the small space. He glared at her, making her laugh all the harder.
"I hope you aren't planning on shagging me along the way!"
He rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. No, I'm not. There isn't enough room. Otherwise, you know that I would."
Her giggles slowly faded off as he started up the car. Silence fell as they began to make their way towards Lake Como. Molly stared out the window in awe of the beauty that she was seeing. Every now and then Sherlock would glance over at her, smiling to himself, her happiness overflowing into him. He reached out and placed his hand on her knee, smoothing his thumb over her skin. She placed her hand on top of his and he looked over at her, she was smiling at him.
"How long of a drive is it?" she asked.
"Nearly an hour and a half," he replied.
She pouted, and he laughed.
"Now who is the impatient one?"
She sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest and returning her gaze out the window. "Have you ever been to Italy before? You seem to know the language rather well."
"I have once, but only in Rome. The local police were baffled by a string of murders, one of them involving an English politician. Mycroft sent me to solve it."
"Which of course you did."
He smiled. "Of course!"
For the duration of the drive Sherlock told her all about the case, describing what the victim's bodies looked like, how they were killed and how he figured out who the murderer was. He then grew silent as they approached where they would be staying, wanting to drink in her reaction, and he wasn't disappointed. Molly may have been dumbstruck before, but now she was so shocked that she momentarily forgot to breathe.
"Molly? Take in a breath or you're going to pass out!" Sherlock exclaimed as he placed his hand on her shoulder.
She inhaled loudly, her eyes filling with tears as she turned to look at him. "This is where we are staying?" she asked him, and he nodded. "It's ..." Words failed her.
He picked up her hand and kissed it. "This is what you deserve Molly."
She shook her head, still unable to speak. They got out of the car and he removed their suitcases. Molly stood, staring up at the cream coloured villa.
He walked up beside her, slipping his arm around her waist before murmuring into her ear, "Wait until you see the view."
A shiver ran through her body as he nuzzled at her neck.
"I think ... mmmm ... I think the only view I want to see right now is you naked," she said to him.
He chuckled, giving her skin a quick nip with his teeth. "That can be arranged." He smiled at her as he took her hand and led her inside.
"Oh my God, Sherlock! This is amazing," she said to him as she looked about. They had walked into a large drawing room; it was open and airy, filled with bright sunlight. "All of this ... just for the two of us? This place is massive!"
He smiled, pulling her into his arms. "There are six bedrooms, and I intend on making love to you in each of them! And most likely on a few of these sofas's as well, possibly in the pool, oh and on the terrace!"
She shook her head, laughing softly as she draped her arms over his shoulders. "Well ... in that case, I think we should get started right away!"
"Are you sure, you don't want to look about the place?" he asked, in a perfectly serious tone.
She slid her hand down his chest, not stopping until she reached the prominent bulge that was straining against the front of his trousers. "Positive."
He grabbed her hand and led her towards the stairs, after reaching the next floor they made their way down a hall; he appeared to know exactly where he was going, which he obviously did. Molly was certain he had mapped out the villa prior to coming there. They entered a pale coffee coloured bedroom, a large bed beckoning to them.
Sherlock turned, pulling her close up against him and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth, pressing herself tightly to him, feeling the heat of his erection. There were several frantic moments as they rushed to remove each others clothing. As soon as they both were naked they fell upon the bed. Mouths and hands wandered.
"I love you Molly...," Sherlock murmured between the kisses he was placing across her skin. "I love you so much."
She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him up to her so that they were more evenly situated. He settled himself comfortably between her legs, both of them moaning as his cock become nestled against her soaked folds.
"I love you too Sherlock, OH!" She gasped as he slid into her without warning.
He held himself still, cradling the side of her head in his hand. They stared into each others eyes for several moments, both of them still slightly overwhelmed by the fact that they were husband and wife. Molly smiled at him and he quickly returned the smile. He kissed her, and that was when he began to thrust.
They made love slowly, as he filled her with his length in long, languorous movements. He mouthed at her neck and throat, suckling and biting her breasts. She moaned and mewled beneath him clawing at his back, clutching at his arse. When her orgasm struck, he rode her through it, reveling in the sensation of her walls clenching so tightly around him. He wasn't far behind.
Afterwards he cuddled her close, his body aching with a delightful weariness. Both of them fell asleep within minutes, the exhaustion of the past two days finally getting to them.
It was mid-morning before they woke, the sun shining brightly. Sherlock struggled to get up, stumbling towards the curtains and pushed them apart so that the light shined through, before he swung the doors open. Molly giggled as she watched him walk unsteadily back to the bed. He fell on top of her, making her laughter ring out. She began to flounder beneath him, as he danced his fingertips up and down her side.
"Sherlock stop! Eeeeee!" She squealed as he continued to tickle her.
She clawed at his back and decided to distract him with a kiss. It worked. His fingers stopped as the kiss deepened. By the time they left the bed it was nearing afternoon.
"I'm half-starved and desperate for tea!" Molly said as she pulled on one of Sherlock's dressing gowns.
He hooked his arm around her waist, and they made their way downstairs towards the kitchen. "I requested for it to be fully stocked," he told her. "We don't have to go out for meals, unless you want to."
She kissed him lightly on the lips. "Staying in sounds like a good idea. It might be nice to venture out once in awhile though." She gave the ties of his tartan dressing gown a teasing pull before grabbing up the nearby kettle.
Once the tea was made, and Molly had cooked them some scrabbled eggs while Sherlock carefully made the toast, they walked out to the glass-walled verandah. She gasped loudly, the view nearly taking her breath away. Sherlock took the plates from her and put them down on the table before slipping his arms around her and holding her close.
"I knew you'd like it here," he murmured into her skin as he nibbled at her neck.
"I don't like it Sherlock, I love it. And I love you."
They kissed before settling down at the table. She poured him his tea and when he took the cup his ring made a gentle clink against it. A soft giggle escaped her and he looked at her enquiringly.
"The sound your ring made, it just made me happy, that's all," she explained.
He put down his tea and cupped her face in his hand, pulling her close for a kiss. She snuggled up against him as they ate their breakfast. When they were finished he led her out into the garden, their hands intertwining.
"This place is beautiful! I've never seen anything so magnificent!" Molly said to him as they wandered about.
"Hmmm … I know I have."
She turned to face him and saw that he was looking directly at her. Her cheeks grew red, and he tugged her closer. They made their way back inside, exploring the rest of the villa.
When they returned to their bedroom Sherlock untied her dressing gown, slipping it off of her. Molly did the same to him, then quickly moved out of his embrace and stepped out onto the terrace. He smirked as he quickly followed her. She had her back to him and he stood behind her, wrapping his arms about her middle.
"Do you want me to take you like this?" he whispered into her ear, in that low tone that he knew made her weak in the knees. "Where anyone may possibly see us?" He uncrossed his arms, moving his hands so that he could cup her breasts.
"Yes…" she hissed out, faintly moaning as she felt the tip of his shaft nudge up against her.
She leaned back into him, reaching up with one arm to drape it across the back of his neck. Turning her head, their lips met as he released one of her breasts and dropped his hand down so that he could position himself at her entrance. He entered her slick heat, both of them moaning. Draping one arm across her torso, and holding her close with his hand on her breast, he had the other hand cupping her mons, stroking her clit as he kept his thrusts slow and steady.
When he felt her climax approaching, he kept her there teetering on the edge, stilling his thrusts to an almost sluggish pace as he ghosted his fingertips across her clit. Her nails dug into the back of his neck as she tried to press her bum back into him, desperate for the friction of his previous pace. He chuckled into her shoulder as she moaned in frustration.
He then quickened his thrusts, and she cried out in delight. Just as he swirled his fingertip over clit she fell over the edge into the abyss of orgasm. He held onto her tightly, continuing to thrust as she moaned out his name. The sound did it for him, and with only two more thrusts he held himself still inside of her, biting down onto her shoulder to prevent himself from making too much noise as his body thrummed with pleasure.
Once a few minutes had passed they staggered back into their bedroom, drunk on the cocktail of chemicals that was surging through their bodies. He dropped down onto the bed, pulling her with him. She kissed him lazily as they struggled for breath, before they both fell asleep.
For nearly three weeks they barely surfaced from the bedroom, only leaving to eat or shower. At the moment though, Molly was laying upon one of the lounge chairs beside the pool, soaking up the sun's rays. Sherlock was sat inside the verandah, at the table with his laptop. She had urged him to do so, not wanting him to become restless if he didn't have some sort of connection with the outside world. He had assured her that he wouldn't, that she was most certainly enough to keep him from getting bored. When she gave him a small smile, and continued to urge him, he realized that her body needed a bit of a break.
Every now and then he would look up from his lap top and stare at her in wonder. In wonder that he was married, to her, and that they were in Italy on their honeymoon. He shut his lap top with a snap and stood, just as he was about to make his way out to her, he heard a knock on the front door. Upon answering it he found no one there, just a hamper basket. He picked it up and carried it inside, looking over the note that was attached to it.
"Molly!" he called out to her, as he walked back outside. "We have a gift!"
She sat up, squinting at him in the sun. "Oh?" She stood and walked to the verandah.
Sherlock had put the hamper down on the table and held the note card out to her. She took it and read it.
"Aww, that was sweet of Mycroft and Anthea!"
Sherlock snorted. "More like just Anthea … do you honestly think my brother would have the intelligence to send us a hamper from Ushvani?"
Molly gave Sherlock's bum a tweak before she put down the note and opened the hamper. "Ohhhhh! All of this looks lovely. Oooo, coconut and hibiscus massage oil!"
His eyes lit up. "Hmmm, would you like a massage Molly?" He smiled at her, his eyes twinkling.
She bit down on her bottom lip. "Who am I to say no? But where, we don't have a massage table."
He waved his hand dismissively. "Anywhere will do." He took her hand and led her into the villa. "How about here?"
Once she had agreed he went to grab a few of the pool towels.
"Are you sure about this Sherlock? The sofa is a bit low," Molly said to him.
He let out a huff and rolled his eyes. "It will be fine, just lie down, there's enough room for me to kneel."
She did so, taking off her swim suit before stretching herself out upon her stomach on the towel that he had previously put down. Sherlock held in a groan, his cock beginning to harden at the sight of her pale, naked flesh. He took the bottle of oil and kneeled on the sofa, his body hovering over hers. He squeezed some of the oil into his hands and warmed it before placing his palms on her back, and slowly began to work it into her skin.
The quiet moans and soft exhalations that she made as he worked through each knot that he encountered sent a ripple of pleasure straight to his cock. As he moved his hands to the middle of her back he slid his knees a bit further down. When her bum came into perfect view he struggled once more to hold in a groan. He steadied himself as he came upon an idea.
"You really do have the most glorious bottom," Sherlock said to her as he began to gently massage her soft, smooth flesh, working in the oil. "But nothing quite compares to this."
She cried out when she felt him give a sudden swift lick from her clit to her cunt. He continued to knead her bum as he slipped between her folds and delved into her centre.
"You're soaked already, Molly. Does getting a massage turn you on?" he asked before he continued to slowly fuck her core with his wicked tongue.
She whimpered before saying, "It's your touch Sherlock. Your touch is always enough."
He pulled away from her and sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was now straining painfully against his loose trousers. "Would you like me to fuck you, just like this?"
"Oh yes please! I need you inside of me!" she cried.
"You'll be all right, you'll be comfortable?" he asked.
"Yes! Please Sherlock; I need you to fuck me! I'm aching for your cock!"
He at last allowed himself to let out a groan and quickly stood so that he could remove his trousers. He wanted to give his length a few pumps, but his hands were still faintly covered in the oil. Instead he settled himself, with his knees on either side of her outer thighs, his cock, hard, hot and heavy, falling against her glistening sex as he took her bum in his hands once more. "Raise yourself up a bit," he instructed.
She did as he asked, both of them letting out a moan as he rubbed up against her.
"Oh you're going to feels so good like this!" he said to her in a hoarse whisper.
"Please Sherlock! Please!"
He moved his hips so that the head of his cock settled directly where they both wanted it to be. He pressed forward, slipping inside of her silken heat. "Molly!" he gasped, before swearing beneath his breath as he pulled out, only to slide back in. It took him several more times before he was able to enter her fully, she was just so tight.
"Sherlock! Sherlock! Sherlock!" she mewled as she clutched tightly at the sofa cushions.
He took his time, keeping his movements slow, and making certain that with every thrust his bollocks pressed against her clit. It soon became clear though that she wanted more, and he wasn't about to deny her anything. He slid his hands from her bum to her hips and held onto her firmly before quickening the pace of his thrusts.
The room filled with their cries and moans of pleasure, his bollocks making a delightful smacking sound each time it made contact with her swollen nub.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! Sherlock! OHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A loud moan erupted from her throat as he felt her walls clench and convulse around his cock.
He swore loudly and began to thrust as hard as he could, desperate for his own release.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" she whimpered, her body now satiated and limp below his as he continued to fuck her. "Oh God Sherlock! I'm going to come again!" she cried out, the continued stimulation against her clit was almost too much for her to bear. She screamed out his name, this orgasm more intense than the first.
He gave one last surge of his hips, pressing his body tightly against hers, as stars exploded in front of his eyes. His cock pulsed and twitched deep within the depths of her. He moaned her name, whispering as he leaned forward, pressing kisses into her skin, "I love you Molly, I love you."
"Mmmmm, love you too."
Once he had regained some of his composure he slipped out of her body and lay down beside her. She moved onto her side, facing him, reaching up to gently brush her fingertips across the outlines of his face. He took up her hand and brought it to his lips. They shared a smile, before he slipped his arm around her and pulled her close. Minutes passed, the sun beginning to set as they reveled in their after glow, sharing kisses and murmured endearments.
"Is there anything you can't do, Sherlock?" Molly asked him some time later. "That was by far one of the most wonderful back massages I've ever had. And I'm not saying that just because it ended in sex … I've never had a massage that led to that before!"
He smirked cheekily. "I had to disguise myself as a masseuse once for a case …"
Molly rolled her eyes, not in the least bit surprised. "Of course."
They shared a few more kisses.
"I think a bath is in order!" Sherlock announced suddenly.
"Oh?" she enquired.
"Yes." He stood and held his hand out to her. He helped her to her feet then led her upstairs. Upon entering the loo he filled the bath with hot water and bubbles, a calming lavender scent filling the air.
They sank down together into the warmth, curling up against each other. Time passed in kisses and wandering hands, the bubbles faded and the water grew cooler, but neither one of them paid the least bit of attention. It wasn't until Sherlock started to feel a bit cramped that they got out and dried each other off.
It was late in the evening now and both of them were feeling hungry. After they each put on a dressing gown they returned downstairs to the kitchen. Molly sat at the table as Sherlock puttered about. She had offered him her help, but he had refused it, wanting her to relax.
"Did you YouTube how to cook different Italian meals before we came here?" she asked him in a teasing tone as she realized he was making Fettuccine Alfredo.
He shot her a derisive glare over his shoulder, the tips of his ears turning a faint pink. She giggled softly then got up to get a bottle of wine. Once he was finished they moved into the dining room, situating themselves at the table so that they could both look out at the pool, the faint glow of lights from the town below, twinkling.
They ate their meal in cozy silence. Moving to the nearby sofa once the dinner things had been placed in the sink to soak. Molly was now stretched out upon the cushions, her legs in Sherlock's lap. He was reading to her from a medical journal that she had brought with them.
When her eyes began to droop, he stopped and lifted her up in his arms and carried her up to their bedroom. A few lazy kisses were shared, before they drifted off to sleep, as they basked in each other's warmth.
A few hours later Molly woke with a start. A loud clap of thunder rumbled overhead, followed by another great flash of lightning that filled the bedroom with its blaze, revealing to her that Sherlock was stood before the open doors that led to the balcony, the curtains blowing in the breeze. His naked body became a silhouette as another bolt crackled across the sky. She could see the muscles rippling across his back as he breathed.
"Sherlock?" she called out softly. The bed felt empty and cold without him in it.
He turned, glancing at her over his shoulder. The house shook as more thunder rumbled.
"Come back to bed," she pleaded. She wasn't scared per se, but thunderstorms always managed to put her a bit on edge.
All it took was a few strides for him to cross the room. He climbed onto the bed and slid beneath the sheet. They lay side by side for several moments, before Sherlock reached out and ran his hand over her. When he reached her breast he cupped it and tugged her forward with his other arm; the faint scent of lavender and coconut coming from her skin.
She laughed as he smiled at her. Once their bodies were pressed together, her cheek resting on his chest, she began to softly recite to him a poem that her father used to say to her whenever there was a storm, "Do not go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and rave at close of day; rage, rage against the dying of the light."
There was another bright flash, followed by a roll of thunder that sounded as if the building was going to be shaken from its foundation. Sherlock ran his hand up and down her back, noting how she suddenly clung to him a bit tighter. The curtains danced as the wind began to pick up, and the room filled with the scent of rain.
"I'm here Molly, you're safe," he whispered gently to her.
She nodded her head, pressing a kiss to his skin. As the rain began to come down harder Sherlock suddenly leapt up from the bed and quickly closed the doors. She laughed soundly as he hurried back to the bed, he pounced upon her and she let out a shriek of wild delight.
The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Molly yawned and stretched as she rolled over, but she pouted when she realized she was alone in the bed. After pulling on a nearby dressing gown she padded down the stairs and found Sherlock in the kitchen.
"Ooo, are you taking me on a picnic?" she asked as she watched him fill up the now empty hamper from Ushvani.
He smiled at her. "Yes I am. There's a perfect spot not too far of a drive from here that gives an even more fantastic view of the lake. I thought we could go there after breakfast."
"Sounds delightful!"
Once they had breakfasted and showered, which took a bit longer than it should have, they got into the Fiat and Sherlock drove towards the nearby mountain range. He told her about the history of the area as they drove up the mountain, seeing only a few houses here and there. As always she was a bit in awe of his intellect and ability to store so much information.
When they arrived at their destination, in the midst of a large forest, they got out and he picked up the hamper before taking her hand in his. He led her toward a clearing amongst the trees. Molly stopped, staring with her mouth open. Sherlock had told the truth, the view of the lake from there was spectacular, the sight nearly bringing tears to her eyes.
White puffy clouds sailed over their heads as she unfolded the blanket. He set down the basket and pulled her down next to him. He silenced her giggles with kisses. As their kiss became heated Molly's stomach growled loudly, forcing them apart. With a rather overdramatic sigh Sherlock opened the hamper and began to take out the food he had packed. She popped a grape into her mouth as he uncorked the bottle of wine.
They basked in the quiet that surrounded them as they ate and drank. Once they had had their fill and the leftovers were packed away, Sherlock leaned back onto his hands and closed his eyes.
"Smile Sherlock!" Molly called out suddenly.
His eyes popped open and he began to grumble when he saw that she was trying to take a picture of them both.
"Oh stop your pouting. I don't want to go our whole honeymoon without taking at least a few pictures of us!" she said to him as she continued to try to angle her arm so that she could capture both them and the view behind them.
With a sigh he reached up and took her mobile from her, angling the camera perfectly. He even managed to smile as he snapped the photo. She turned her head and placed a kiss on his cheek, not noticing that he quickly snapped another photo.
"Thank you," she said to him.
He smiled at her and they kissed, just as he managed to take yet another one. She giggled against his lips as he dropped the phone and pulled her close up against him, deepening the kiss.
"Mmm … someone is still hungry and I don't think it's for dessert!" Molly said cheekily.
"You're my dessert!" he growled out, pushing her down onto the blanket. He silenced her with another kiss just as she had opened her mouth to speak, but when he began to push her dress up her thighs she gently shoved him away.
"Sherlock I don't think we should do that here!"
He rolled his eyes. "Why not?"
"What if someone sees us? We might actually be on someone's property! We could get arrested." She began to push her dress back down.
He leaned back onto his knees. "Molly, there's no one around."
"But how can you be certain of that?" she cried in dismay as she sat up.
He sighed wearily, but decided to not push the issue, not wanting her to feel embarrassed. Then suddenly he came upon an idea.
"What if I know of a place nearby where we could go?"
Molly eyed him suspiciously. "What sort of place?"
"A barn of sorts," he replied.
Her apprehensive gaze didn't waver. "What do you mean by 'of sorts'? And how is that any better than shagging out here?"
Sherlock forced himself not to roll his eyes again. "I don't know if it's actually a barn, but it looked entirely abandoned. I'm only suggesting it because it seemed that you didn't like the idea of having sex out in the open."
She sat their silently for several moments, contemplating.
"Please Molly? I want you … and I think you want me too."
Her eyes met his. "Smug git."
He smiled.
"All right … show me, take me there," she said as she held her hands out to him.
"Oh I intend to," he replied as he took her hands in his and helped her to her feet.
He led her into the forest and they only had to walk a short way before they came upon the building he had been referring to. It was a barn of sorts, but looked slightly dilapidated, as if it had been not used for a few years.
"Think it will be locked?" she asked as they moved towards the door.
Sherlock shrugged. "Unlikely. But if it is, I can pick it open."
As it were, the door was not locked. They stepped inside, momentarily unable to see in the darkness. Shafts of light splintered in through the openings between the planks of wood. The barn was empty, except for a few small piles of hay.
"Romantic spot," Molly quipped.
He turned and looked at her. "It's only for a quick shag, it's not like we're going to stay the night here."
She smiled. "I love it when you say shag."
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Heh … heh … you hate me so much right now. Don't you?!
Well, fear not my lovelies, the second part of the Sex Holiday will be posted within the week, I'm just not sure when though because I AM GOING TO BE SEEING HAMLET ON THURSDAY! Squeeeeee! :D
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