9
"I tell Mrs Hudson to get rid of them" Sherlock flung the door open but it was too late, they both clearly heard the old woman greet whoever was there and claim Sherlock Holmes was upstairs.
"Damn it!" he cursed through gritted teeth as he moved away from her and hastily buttoned his shirt, "I hope it's at least an 8 to bother me!". Molly covered her breasts with the bodice of her dress and as she walked to the bathroom she looked at Sherlock out of the corner of her eye. It was the first time she had seen him annoyed at the thrill that a new case, a new challenge to his brilliant intelligence, usually gave him.
By the time Sherlock caught up with Molly a few seconds later, she was pulling her hair back into a neat ponytail. Their eyes met in the mirror over the sink they were standing in front of, and he smiled sweetly at her and took care of zipping up her dress. He hugged her from behind palming her breast with one hand and nuzzling her neck. In response, her body leaned against his, increasing his desire for her "I'll solve this case as quickly as possible" he whispered.
Then, nibbling her earlobe, Sherlock added "You have no idea what I would do to you right here right now". He searched Molly's eyes in their reflection in the mirror and found the blush on her cheeks absolutely delightful and the her lip biting downright sexy.
Without leaving her eyes and resting his chin more comfortably in the hollow of her neck, Sherlock ran his right hand along her side down to the point, just above her knee, where her skirt ended. Then he stopped and assumed the expression of someone who is attentively listening to something but Molly could not say what since no voice reached her ear, "Mrs Hudson is quite an old fox…she's buying time" he explained with a satisfied smile, deducing her thoughts as usual.
"Time for what?" Molly asked him and in response he gave her a mischievous smile and immediately after she felt his hand lift her skirt's fabric up to the part of her thigh not covered by her stockings, "Time for this" Sherlock whispered in a seductive tone as his fingertips gently brushed her groin's skin until they stopped skimming her knickers' hem.
Molly let out a little gasp, "Hush, Molly or they'll find us out" he admonished her, her eyes held his. She giggled softly, a little bit nervous at the thought of what he was going to do. Sherlock's hand slid into her knickers teasing her nest of hair neatly trimmed before digging one digit into her already wet sex.
"Relax, my love" he murmured in a very low voice before kissing a soft spot at her nape and Molly involuntarily rested her head on his shoulder, tensing a bit as he slipped in a second finger and started working her. Then she chilled herself out, spreading her legs to easy Sherlock's fingers movements. Molly was still overwhelmed by what happened in the front room that after a while she felt her internal muscles clenched and her orgasm building.
She shifted onto her right side so she was facing him, grabbed his wrist and showed him how she liked to be touched. And he was more than happy she guided him, showed him where and how he could arouse her pleasure. Sherlock was ready to learn to love her through his own body as well. And he was eager to conclude the case awaited for him in the other room so he could dedicate himself body and soul to Molly again.
Molly holding tightly his jacket's collar. Molly whose breathing became more and more elaborate and who went from soft moans to hoarse gasps turning him on like no other woman had ever done before. She was…she was beautiful and sexy and hot, and she was his. Her forehead resting on his, her eyes glued to his, her mouth a breath away from his.
Her right hand…wait when her able little right hand left his jacket's collar and came down to unbutton his trousers? As her hips grinding relentlessly against his hand, he lowered his eyes just as that adorable little hand slipped into his pants and grabbed him. An involuntary groan escaped from his lips as her thumb touched his exposed precum-moistened flesh.
Their eyes met, wild and wide, "Molly" he muttered in a very low but perceptibly hoarse voice, "Hush, Sherlock, or you'll let us find out" she smirked at him and stroked him. Once, twice, three times, then he lost count, taken as he was by Molly's body convulsing around his fingers. She had put her free arm around his neck, quivering as she stumbled over the edge. Sherlock held her firmly around her waist as he himself reached his peak and she muffled his moans by kissing him hard.
Sherlock rested his forehead on her shoulder keeping his eyes shut and panting. Molly's ministration had been unexpected, as unexpectedly quick his orgasm washed over him.
After a few seconds of silence aside from their breathing, slowly returning to normal, he whispered "This was…amazing", he felt Molly's lips curl in a small smile against his temple, "At least for me…even if I didn't last long". She chuckled as she toyed with his hair at the back of his neck, "Well, don't worry about that. Next time it'll be better".
"Mm…speaking of next time" he said as he pulled away from her and leered at her, "I want to taste you properly" he added deliberately licking her juices off his fingers. Molly blushed widely and opened her mouth to say something but stopped, hearing a firm knock on the door, "Sherlock? Sherlock, are you in there?".
He motioned Molly to remain silent, "Yep" he answered popping obnoxiously the 'p' as he hastened to straighten his trousers, jacket and washed his hands, "What do you want?" he asked aloud while Molly could hardly hold back her giggles, "There is a man, Sherlock. A client!".
He gave Molly a mock reproachful look that caused her to put her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle more giggles, "Molly" he said in his warm baritone tone, "Don't make me shut you up" his body reached out to her and Molly smiled brightly, a light that reached her loving brown eyes, and then she raised her chin in defiance, "Come on, make me". They stared at each other intently, totally caught up in each other. Their head slowly met halfway, their mouths breathed in each other's breath, their lips touched lightly…
"Sherlock?!" Mrs Hudson's reproach, though it came from the other side of the closed door, made them jump and turn away from each other as if they were two teenagers caught by one of their mothers making out.
He pulled himself together and walked over, opened the door just enough to poke his head out, "I'm on my way, Mrs Hudson" he said briefly, "Oh, okay…but hurry up because this client is a pretty weird man" she said lowering her voice and glancing quickly from him to the front room and then back to him as if she felt uncomfortable.
Sherlock frowned at his landlady, "Weird? What do you mean by 'weird'?", she glanced over Sherlock's shoulder as if to check if he was alone in the bathroom, so he walked out closing the door behind him, tilting his head questioningly to one side, "Mrs Hudson?" he urged her impatiently.
She looked behind her back suspiciously, then said "He wants to talk to Molly too". Sherlock furrowed his brow "Molly? What the hell does he want from Molly?", Mrs Hudson shook her head and shrugged, her way of saying she had no idea "I told you he's weird!" she reiterated. He glanced towards the front room and then grabbed the old lady by her forearms and told her "I'll come right away. Tell him to sit down".
She nodded and asked "Where's Molly?", "Upstairs" Sherlock replied right off hoping to get rid of the old lady, "I'll go get her, then" she stated in a resolute manner turning on her heel, "No!" Sherlock almost shouted his denial.
Mrs Hudson watched him carefully, a small amused smile appeared on her lips "No" he said again, this time with more self-control, "Go back downstairs. If I really need her presence, I'll go up and call Molly. Thanks, Mrs Hudson" she nodded with an expression on her face of someone who knows a thing or two, and walked back to the front room.
As soon as his landlady was out of his sight, Sherlock knocked lightly and put his head inside, "Please, join me when you're ready" he said and without any explanation closed the door and left her alone. Molly wondered why he needed her if he hadn't yet figured out what the case was about.
Almost immediately afterwards, Molly stepped out into the corridor looking around cautiously with the foolish fear that Mrs Hudson was out there waiting to catch her and Sherlock red-handed. As if it wasn't already undeniable enough that the adamant old woman had already got a clear idea of what was going on between them.
"Hi, I'm Sherlock Holmes" Molly heard him say as he placing himself in front of his chair while not sitting there, and turning his gaze towards the back of the room where the client presumably was. She took small steps down the hall and the kitchen towards the front room.
"Yes, of course you are" was the man reply, "Well, then what can I help you with?" Molly noticed a slight tinge of irritation in Sherlock's voice, as the voice of the faceless client sounded familiar to her ear. "You use the same method as me to study your cases" this remark from the man caused an annoying roll of eyes from Sherlock, "Oh, really?" he mocked him having a seat in his chair.
Molly was at the kitchen door and Sherlock signalled to her, twirling his index finger at his temple, that the man was probably crazy "And just to be clear, are you a detective or a cop?" Sherlock asked, still teasingly him around.
The man who until then had been with his face turned to the wall behind the sofa, turned and with penetrating eyes looked first at Sherlock and then at Molly who was next to John's chair, "Neither" she said.
Sherlock turned to observe her knitting his brow and steepling his hands under his chin, "He's Martin Stapleton" she explained holding the man's gaze with resolution.
