Hey, I'm back from my holiday and I can honestly say it's one of the best holidays I've had. Norway and the fjords were just stunningly beautiful, and I will definitely go back one day. It was also nice to escape most of the UK heatwave as well whilst I was away though I'm sweltering a bit now.

Anyway, enough of me, you've waited long enough for this chapter so enjoy!

Chapter 13

It was a relief to finally have someone to talk to about herself and Sherlock. She gave Anne a potted history of their friendship before going into some, but not all, of their interactions over the last couple of days.

'So, you see he's been so much more tactile than I think he needs to be for the parts we've been playing and then the dance last night and the beach today...I just don't know what to make of it.'

Anne had one hand over her heart as she shook her head. 'Oh, my dear, you've given me palpitations at how close you came to drowning. I am so glad that he got to you in time. It very much sounds like he has some feelings for you. In my experience a life and death experience can bring them to the surface...and from what you've said he doesn't sound like the kind of man to get caught up in the moment, romantically or physically. If I were you, I'd just keep on being physical with him, a touch here, a touch there...and who knows what might happen? Oh, I love a romance, almost as much as a good thriller, and it seems on this holiday I'm lucky enough to have both. You will keep me informed won't you.'

Molly smiled and nodded, glad to have a partner in crime when it came to her feelings about Sherlock.

The two of them ended up eating together and enjoying a couple more drinks but as the evening drew on there was still no sign of Sherlock and in the end Molly, weary from everything that had happened that day, decided to have an early night.

When she got back to their room it was obvious that Sherlock had been back at some point. The towels, discarded trunks and t-shirt made it clear he'd been back to shower and change. She contemplated texting him but figured it was obvious that he was with the police; hopefully helping them and not getting himself in trouble, and so she got herself ready for bed. She'd thought she might find it hard to sleep but she was under within minutes of her head hitting the pillow.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock was indeed helping the police though it had taken him a frustratingly long time to get them to believe who he was and then longer to agree to letting him help them. He'd had to call in favours from both Lestrade and his brother and he hated being in debt to either of them.

It was after midnight by the time he made his way back to the hotel. He'd opted to walk and enjoyed having a cigarette for once. It was still warm, and he could hear the rush of the waves in the distance as he walked, and it immediately took him back to the beach with Molly.

Even just thinking about it had him physically reacting. He had been so utterly terrified and so angry, then she'd started to kiss him, and he hadn't been able to hold in his feelings for a moment longer. Feeling her slight body under his, her hands pressing on his backside and his cock pulsing against her core had been almost too much. He could honestly say that if it hadn't been for hearing that family coming down the beach, he would have had sex with Molly there and then.

There was no way that he could wait until after the case was finished, or to deny how he felt, his feelings for her now were too overwhelming. He just wished she'd let him explain himself earlier...or that they'd had more of a chance to talk back at the hotel...but maybe they could talk now.

It wasn't to be though. As he quietly let himself into the hotel suite it was obvious that Molly was fast asleep. He watched her for a moment and had to fist his hand to stop himself from reaching out to stroke her hair. She looked so beautiful and so peaceful, and his heart constricted again at the thought of how close he had come to losing her that afternoon.

He changed into his pyjamas and then contemplated what he should do. What he really wanted was to wake Molly up and finish what they started on the beach, but he knew they needed to talk first...at the very least he needed her awake and consenting.

In the end, he opted to do some research on his laptop, there had been talk of Harlow's brother-in-law being in town and possibly threatening the victim over unpaid maintenance connected to the failed marriage and Sherlock wanted to try to find out where he was. Hacking into the records of local hotels and cottages for hire should be quite easy and it would distract him from the fact that Molly was lying in his bed...less than fifteen feet away.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly wasn't sure what, if anything, had woken her up, but she glanced at the bedside clock to see that it was just after two am. She yawned and rolled over and was about to go back to sleep when she became aware of a dim light over in the sitting room part of the suite.

She leant up on her elbow and realised that it was Sherlock's laptop, lighting up his face in the dark room.

'Sherlock?'

He glanced up and she was caught by how gorgeous he looked. He was still sporting his stubble and his cheekbones were highlighted by the light and shadows in the room.

'It's OK Molly, go back to sleep.'

She thought for a moment but then moved to the side of the bed, flung back the covers, and made her way towards him.

'It's late, why are you still up?'

He leant back in the chair as she reached him and looked up at her and she could see how dark his eyes were in the dim light...he looked exhausted.

'I was just following up some leads, that's all.'

She didn't really think through what she did next, but she placed her hand on his cheek and let her thumb lightly smooth the skin under his eye.

'You look tired, come to bed.' It came out as more of a whisper and for some reason the atmosphere suddenly felt more charged, and her breath caught in her throat at the expression on his face.

His eyes didn't leave her, but she saw them travel slowly down until they stopped at her chest, and she suddenly felt embarrassed about how flimsy her night dress was. It was short and silky with a deep lacy V that fell below her breasts.

When he brought his hand up and trailed one finger down the edge of the V she had to bite back a moan, her eyes half closing and she saw his eyes flick back to her face as he gave her a slow, lazy smile.

'So, if I come to bed would we sleep...or would we finish what we started at the beach?'

She could hardly believe what she was hearing, and she struggled to come up with another reason other than the obvious one.

'I...I thought you didn't want to...'

She felt him place his other hand on her outer thigh and he slowly slid it up her leg, rucking up her night dress until it was on her hip then he lightly pulled her forwards so that she slid onto his lap with her legs either side of his hips.

His eyes seemed to be reading her very soul as he cupped her face.

'I never said that Molly...that was just what you chose to believe. We had company on the beach and couldn't right then...but we could right now...if you want to...'

He moved his face closer until his lips were less than an inch from her own, but he waited...wanting her to make the first move, to give him her consent.

Her emotions and hormones were all over the place, but she absolutely knew what she wanted, and it was him...it had always been him.

She brushed her lips lightly against his and then whispered. 'I do...I really do.'

She saw him close his eyes as he let his mouth finally meet hers. The kiss was slow and so amazingly sensual that it seemed to warm up every nerve ending in her body. It seemed to grow in intensity, drowning her senses and thoughts until all there was just the two of them alone in the world.

He pulled her hips closer as his other hand splayed out across her back and she could already feel how much he wanted her. Their only barrier was his thin pyjama bottoms and Molly was already aching to feel him inside her.

She could feel his bristles scratching her face as they kissed but she didn't care. Instead, she tentatively let her tongue slide against his and she heard him groan in response and felt his erection pulse against her setting off a similar reaction in her as her inner muscles clenched and fluttered.

Still, they went slowly, neither of them wanting to rush, just relishing the fact that they both wanted this and that there would be no interruptions.

Molly was desperate to feel his skin against her own and so she reached for the hem of his t-shirt and their lips parted just long enough for her to pull it off over his head and throw it away onto the floor somewhere.

His hands were just as eager, and he slid one strap off her shoulder and then the other until the night dress started to slip down her arms and chest. She loosed it from her arms and felt it pool around her waist and she could feel her breasts lightly skimming against his chest making her nipples harden as desire rose up inside her.

Now his hand was on her back, and she could feel his rough fingers tracing over her skin as the kiss continued to steal her breath. She knew she needed to take a break and get some air into her lungs, but it just felt too good to stop.

It was Sherlock who pulled back and the look he gave her sent shivers down her spine. He moved his lips to her throat and spoke in a low voice as he kissed his way down it.

'Do you want our first time here or on the bed Molly? Your choice.'

She threaded her hands through his hair and rocked against him as she felt his lips on her throat. He was unravelling her mind, her soul...she could barely comprehend what was happening let alone think coherently.

'I just...oh...the...the bed...'

She swore she felt his lips crook up into a smile against the skin of her neck and she felt his arms tighten around her body.

'Hold on tight.'

He shifted them forwards as he moved to the edge of the chair and then he took her weight as she wrapped her legs around his slim waist, their mouths meeting again for a moment before he carried her over to the bed.

He placed her gently down onto the covers and as she pulled herself further up the mattress, she saw him push his pyjamas bottoms down and off, his cock bouncing free of the material; the sight of it made her mouth water and sent shudders ricocheting down through her body. She wanted to feel him on her, in her...she wanted to be connected with him so much that she didn't know where she began, and he ended.

She quickly rid herself of the nightdress, pushing it down and kicking it away with her feet, and then she watched as he got onto the bed and crawled his way up and over her body.

As his mouth met hers once more, she was already reaching for him, her knees up by his waist, opening herself up to him.

He took his time though. As the head of his cock lodged itself into her entrance, he held himself there only pressing into her in slight moves until she was teetering on the edge of her orgasm. Her hands scrambling for grip on his backside, trying desperately to pull him into her. She knew she was begging him for more and she didn't care who might hear her or how desperate she sounded.

'Oh God...please...Sherlock...please...'

He let go of his control with a loud groan, a noise that she felt she would remember to the end of her days. It was a release of emotions and frustration and desire, and she felt his hips driving him into her and all she could do was hold on as she felt him filling her. Words couldn't describe how amazing he felt. She had never had sex that felt this good ever.

She started to come almost straight away, crying out his name as he thrust into her deeper and deeper. As one orgasm ended it seemed to trigger a second and she knew that he was close himself. She could feel his breathing, ragged and short, on her skin as he buried his head into the crook of her neck.

She brought one hand up and wove it into his hair tugging on the strands until he lifted his face so she could kiss him. Within seconds he came...pulling back for a moment to let out a hoarse cry.

As he held himself inside her she could feel his cock pulsing as his seed streamed into her and she wished in that moment that she wasn't on the pill. She wished he was impregnating her with his child. She had never felt such a deep, primal need to procreate as she did in that moment. She wanted his child...his!

He sagged down onto her, and she wrapped her arms around his back and her legs around his waist and she felt him kissing her neck and humming and she felt a sated kind of exhaustion washing over her.

So, finally the damn breaks and the sex had been had. I hope it made up for the break ;). Let me know xx