Hey, so life is continuing relatively unchanged...choice of the house, the garden, a local supermarket or a walk. I'm pretty introverted so coping OK so far but my husband is starting to bounce off the walls a bit. How are you guys all coping?

I'm so glad that so many of you are seeing this story as a welcome distraction. Thank you for all the brilliant responses. I'm so glad you like the start of it.

Chapter 2

In all her wildest fantasies about Sherlock she had never imagined this scenario. A virgin Sherlock asking her to indulge him by having sex. How could he not see her attraction to him? Was it a blind spot? After all he often said there was always something he missed.

He was looking at her now and he almost looked nervous, as though he really didn't know what her answer would be.

She opened her mouth and was aware that for a moment she probably looked like a goldfish as she tried to formulate a response.

'I...I suppose that would be OK. But...I mean...do you actually...umm...have you...'

Sherlock huffed. 'Molly, we're talking about having a baby together and I've just embarrassingly admitted to you that I'm a virgin and asked you to have sex with me...I don't think there's anything you can ask that tops the awkwardness of this conversation so spit it out..whatever it is.'

She smiled and nodded, she was a doctor for god's sake she could do this.

'Fine! Are you sexually attracted to women? And do you get erections? I mean, maybe you're asexual or something...I'm just wondering how difficult this might be.'

He let out a good natured laugh and Molly felt herself relax a little, chuckling with him at the ridiculousness of it all.

'Yes Molly I'm attracted to women and yes I do get erections. I've just never wanted the messiness of human relationships and interactions so I masturbate.' He looked thoughtful. 'I don't think I have a high sex drive though...I certainly wasn't as regular in that as John was...'

Molly grimaced and held up her hands. 'Eww...too much information Sherlock. I really don't need to know anything about John's habits.'

He nodded. 'Right, fair enough. It's not really something I wanted to know either but living with someone for so long...well...' he shrugged.

'Good...that's a good starting point. So I know we're not talking about romance here but I suppose we need to see if we're...umm...sexually compatible. I mean...err...could you be turned on by me enough to get an...umm...erection or will we need other stimulus.'

Molly felt herself cringing inside. She had never, ever had such a strange conversation with anyone ever...and that this was with Sherlock...about whether he had any attraction towards her just made it a thousand times worse.

He frowned a little looking serious. 'OK, I had this same thought the other night and so I masturbated to thoughts of you.'

Molly looked at him horrified. She wasn't sure what was worse...him doing it or him telling her about it. 'What?'

'Oh don't go all prudish on me Molly. We all have to think of something don't we. Don't tell me you haven't ever pictured men you know.'

Molly wondered just how red she was, the only man she knew in real life that she'd used as fantasy fodder was sat right in front of her and she was just grateful that he still seemed to be oblivious to her feelings for him.

'Anyway, I found the experience a little unsatisfying.'

Molly's ego seemed to crash to the floor. 'Oh.'

Her voice sounded small and pathetic even to her own ears and it must have to Sherlock because he held his hands up placatingly.

'No, I mean I was aroused I just felt frustrated because I didn't have enough real data. I had to imagine how your body and breasts look and how you kiss and taste. It made me want to know more.'

'Oh.'

This time Molly felt more astonished and more...not hopeful but intrigued maybe? He'd just said he found her arousing...wow.

'I know that now isn't the right timing, I believe you're a week off your peak ovulation time, but maybe we could...I don't know...how did Janine put it...fool around? See how it goes. I mean not sex, I'm not ready for sex but other stuff...it would give me more information.'

It wasn't the most flattering proposal that anyone had ever given her and Molly scrunched up her face. 'I don't know...this all just seems too clinical and weird.'

She stood up and picked up the plates to take them into the kitchen. What she desperately needed was a drink.

She heard Sherlock following her through and he leant against the side whilst she scraped the food into a bin and loaded the plates into the dishwasher. When he saw her picking up the half empty bottle of Merlot he opened her cupboard and took out two glasses putting them in front of her so she could pour them both a drink.

As she took a large gulp, trying to calm her nerves, he picked up the conversation again.

'I'm sorry Molly. I realise this is unusual. I assumed that you would be alright with this but I haven't asked whether you could be interested enough by me, sexually, to go through with it. I...I will understand if it's too much.'

Molly shook her head a little in disbelief before taking another drink of her wine.

'It's not that...I...I am physically attracted to you...I'm just wary about the impact on our friendship of turning this into something sexual.'

He let out a breath seemingly of relief. 'Oh, is that all...we can work on that. Maybe think of it like being friends with benefits...isn't that the current term.'

He put his glass down and took the two steps over to her until he was stood in front of her making her have to lift her head up to look at him nervously.

Slowly he took her glass and put it down and then he put his hand on her face and let his thumb gently brush across her cheek and Molly had to suppress a groan at just how good it felt to finally be touched by him. She could feel lust swirling through her as her heart beat seemed to exponentially increase.

There wasn't a single sound in the room except their breathing and Molly's breath hitched in her throat as he moved his face closer to hers, his gaze never leaving her. She saw his eyes flutter shut and she knew he was going to kiss her and for a split second she wondered if she was actually going to pass out.

As his lips touched hers she closed her own eyes and gave into the feeling of being kissed by Sherlock Holmes. It was soft and tentative at first but then his other hand took hold of her waist pulling her closer to him and as he tilted his head her mouth opened to his and it all became so much more intense than it had been.

Molly knew she was starting to lose herself in the kiss, sinking into it and feeling the rest of the world melt away. He was a perfect kisser, strong and dominant, taking what he wanted from her. It was completely and utterly overwhelming.

She tentatively put one hand against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under her palm, and the other she used to slide into the hair at the back of his head. She'd always wanted to see just how the texture of his hair felt as it ran through her fingers and it was as soft and silky as she'd imagined. Her actions seems to increase the intensity of the kiss as he pulled her even closer and she knew she'd have to break away soon to catch her breath and steady her own heart rate. She was starting to feel dizzy and she wasn't quite sure if it was lack of oxygen or the effects of the hormones that must now be zinging through her system.

As though he had read her mind Sherlock finally pulled away from her and the devastatingly horny look on his face almost had her pulling him back for more. Thankfully it seemed he wasn't done with her yet because he took hold of her hand and started to move back to the front room towing her along behind him. She was momentarily disappointed when he headed for the settee rather than her bedroom but when he released her hand he swiftly removed his jacket and undid one of the top buttons of his shirt before sitting down and patting his lap.

'Janine said it was more comfortable making out like this so maybe you'd feel the same?'

Molly's hackles rose slightly at him mentioning Janine again, she'd never quite gotten over his relationship with that woman even if both John and Mary had told her that it was all for a case, she'd still had access and affection from Sherlock that Molly, until this moment, hadn't.

Her heart was still working overtime as she nervously slid her knees either side of Sherlock's hips until she was finally sat on his knee, perched about as far away from him as she could get. He gave her a confused look and put his hands on her hips dragging her closer.

'Better?'

'I...umm...suppose so.'

'Good, Janine used to say...'

Molly's patience broke without her even realising it. 'Stop talking about that bloody woman.'

Sherlock stopped mid sentence looking utterly bewildered. 'I...sorry, what's the problem?'

Molly closed her eyes and sighed trying to formulate her response but it wasn't easy sat on his lap with his hands still holding her hips. Her arousal was spiking given she could feel his crotch against her centre and it was muddling her thoughts.

'I know we aren't dating or anything...I don't know what we are to be honest but it really isn't the done thing to be talking about a previous partner when you're with a new one.'

Sherlock frowned a little and then nodded his head. 'Right, point taken. How are you finding this? Is it OK? Is it...I mean...are you still finding the idea of us having sex acceptable?'

She almost burst out laughing and there was no way that she could keep the smile off her face. How could he possibly think that she wouldn't be enjoying this. 'No, it's fine. And you?'

'Oh yes Doctor Hooper. I'm finding it more than acceptable.'

He let his hands slide up her back as he reached forward so he could kiss her again and she couldn't help the moan that left her as he did. She felt his lips quirking into a smile against her own and she knew she was blushing all over again. He was probably going to start realising just how attracted she was to him fairly soon. She already felt as though she could orgasm just from what they were currently doing let alone if they actually did take it further. She wanted him now more than she ever had.

She could feel his hands gently stroking up and down the clothed skin of her sides as their mouths moved together and she was acutely conscious of his fingertips brushing against the sides of her breasts every so often but it was still a bit of a shock when his lips moved to kiss along her jaw and she felt as well as heard him whisper, 'can I touch your breasts? Would that be alright?'

Her eyes were squeezed tight shut as she enjoyed feeling him touching her and she let out another moan as she nodded and then cleared her throat so she could verbalise her response. 'Yes, God, yes.'

Slowly, almost reverently he moved his hands across her top until he had his palms pressed against her boobs. She couldn't help but instinctively arch into his touch wanting more and she felt him squeezing and kneading them before letting his thumbs slide across her hardened nipples. Even though she wasn't wearing a bra and only had a slouchy top on it was all over her clothes and for her it wasn't enough. She didn't even really think through what she was doing, she was just driven by need as she took hold of the bottom of her top and pulled it off over her head throwing it to one side.

It was only in that moment that she realised she was sat half dressed on Sherlock's lap and he was eye level with her naked chest.

So our Molly has got a bit carried away with it all...to be honest I think I would as well if I got a chance with Sherlock. Will he run for the hills or stay? Hope you like the awkward conversation xx