Hey, hey, I am back again with another chapter. I seem to remember there was some smut in the offing (even though Sherlock should by rights be thinking about the case…tut, tut, naughty boy).

Anyway, I hope your week is filled with fun and distractions xx

Chapter 16

Sherlock moved in behind her and she could feel his body shifting against the back of her legs and she found herself almost mewling with need for him. Her breath felt like it was coming short and fast, and it was making her dizzy.

His hands moved to the bottom of her skirt, and he pulled the material slowly up her thighs rucking it up as he went until he finally pushed it up onto her back...now she really did feel exposed, and she turned her head to see what he was doing.

He saw her looking and he smiled at her. 'Oh Molly, you look so fucking sexy like this. He bent over her leaning one hand on the bed post for balance as his other slid round her body and back into the bodice of her dress. His lips met hers in a slightly awkward kiss given the angle, but she felt her arousal growing almost impossible higher. She could feel him, hard against her backside and it had her pushing back against him desperate for some sort of friction where she needed it the most.

His hand massaged her breast, stimulating her nipple until it was hard and puckered and she wished she could feel his mouth there but equally this new position was too arousing for her to want to move.

His lips left hers and moved to her neck, kissing down it as he spoke. 'Shall we see just how wet you are for me Molly?'

His hand left her breast and she let out a strangled moan, aching to feel him touching her once more. He gently rocked his hips against her in a promise of what was to come, and she closed her eyes letting her imagination take over.

This time his hand dipped under the skirt hanging down in front of her and her breath caught in her throat when she felt his touch, feather light, as his fingers moved up her inner thighs towards her centre.

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

So lightly it made her ache he brushed her curls not adding nearly enough pressure.

'What Molly? Tell me what you want?'

'I...I want you inside me...please...'

He slid a single finger along from her clit to her centre and her legs shook so hard for a moment that she thought they might give way and she adjusted her hands on the bedpost to try to stabilise herself.

As he slid his finger inside her she let out a low moan and she felt his breath, hot against her shoulder.

'God Molly, you're so ready for me.'

Wordlessly she nodded her head pushing back against him once more, desperate to feel more of him.

He removed his finger and stood up once more and when she turned her head, she saw him slide his finger into her mouth, sucking off her juices and she felt her inner muscles spasm at the sight. He lazily smiled at her, his eyes hooded with lust, and then his hands moved to his trousers undoing the fastenings and drawing down the zip and she couldn't wait to feel him pushing into her.

A moment later he slid the head of his cock along her aching core to her clit until she was openly begging him for more until he pulled back just enough to lodge the head at her entrance and then he leant back over her once more.

The hand he used to lean against the bedpost covered her own and she moved her fingers, so they were in between his and then he was pushing into her, filling her and it just felt so good. It was as if his body and hers were matching jigsaw pieces that just came together perfectly and she sighed with satisfaction as he finally reached her limits. He felt so much bigger from this angle, going deeper into her than she'd thought possible and when his other hand moved to her clit, she knew it wasn't going to be long before she came.

She felt Sherlock shiver for a moment and his head rested against her shoulder and she suddenly realised that he was as affected as she was and it gave her even more confidence as she rocked back against him, urging him to move.

Tentatively at first, he pulled back just a couple of inches and then slid back in and she felt as well as heard him groan and it seemed to connect right to her quim.

His fingers were moving in tight, hard circles over her clit and as he started to thrust inside her she could feel that spring inside her coiling ever tighter as she started to feel her climax building and building.

Gradually his thrusts grew deeper and harder, his breathing sounding loud and ragged in her ears as he chased his own completion and within seconds, she was crying out his name as her body's needs overtook over her mind.

Her orgasm seemed to trigger his own and she felt him thrust into her even harder and he held there as his seed pulsed into her, helping to string out her own pleasure for even longer.

As she came back down her legs started to give way and it was only Sherlock looping his arm around her waist and holding her that kept her on her feet.

His lips kissed her shoulder, and she could feel him trying to get his breathing back under control and she loved just how affected he was...it gave her hope that this might be more than just a holiday fling...that it might be the start of something real between them.

Finally, he pulled away and she quickly made her way to the bathroom to clean up. A minute or two later and she made her way back out to find Sherlock had straightened up his clothing and was sitting on the arm of one of the chairs waiting for her. It seemed a bit ridiculous, given what they'd just done, but she felt a bit embarrassed as she made her way over to the drawers holding her clothes so she could retrieve a fresh pair of knickers to put on.

Sherlock stood and made his way to the door and when she joined him, she glanced up at him and as their eyes met, they both seemed to break into a grin. He bent and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before he spoke.

'God, Molly, what have you done to me? I went years without sex and now I can't even get on with my case without having a "quickie" first.'

She let out a slight giggle. 'It was a good quickie though...definitely hit the spot.'

At that he waggled his eyebrows. 'Oh, definitely Miss Hooper. Now come on, we have a murderer to catch.'

His plans to check the lost property area were thrown off course though when they were intercepted in reception by DI Robinson. She needed them both to give a statement about what they'd seen and done when they attended to Michael Havers and once that had been done, she asked Sherlock for his assistance with some of the other parts of the investigation and it meant that Molly was once again left to her own devices.

It was only just turned six but given she hadn't had a chance to have any lunch and she was starving she made her way through to the dining area. She was pleasantly surprised to see Anne arriving at the same time and the two women quickly agreed to eat together and enjoy each other's company once more.

Orders were given and drinks received and then Anne leant forward. 'I was hoping I would catch up with you my dear. I heard about poor Michael and have been wondering just how this might tie in with Harlow's death. I'm assuming they're related...how much are you allowed to tell me?'

Molly took a sip of her wine and shrugged. 'I can tell you as much as I know which isn't a lot. It looks like he committed suicide, but I honestly don't know if that's because it is or because whoever killed him wanted it to look like suicide. Sherlock's the one figuring that part out, he's with the police now.'

'But it is connected with Harlow?'

'Honestly, I don't know but I'm assuming it is...it would be a bit of a coincidence for two deaths so close together like this to not be linked.'

The older woman sat back in her chair and shook her head. 'It's just so sad. Michael was quiet but he was a lovely man. I wonder how Marie will manage without him.'

Molly thought about it and tried not to think how she would cope if anything happened to Sherlock...particularly now, given everything that had occurred between them in the last couple of days.

'I don't know...I mean, how close were they as a couple? Maybe she'll sell the hotel?'

At that Anne shook her head. 'No, definitely not. Marie's heart and soul are in this hotel. Ah well, at least it will be completely hers now.'

At that Molly frowned. 'Was it not before?'

Again, Anne shook her head. 'No, I remember chatting to her once and she happened to mention that it was Michael's completely...which seemed strange given it's her family's hotel. I never asked fully but I believe the family struggled for money back in the early 90s and were being forced to sell up; Michael bought it, but then he and Marie married shortly after, so it all worked out in the end.'

Molly tucked that piece of information away wondering if that would be something that would be helpful for Sherlock. A moment later and their food was delivered, and the two women were mostly silent as they ate.

Molly had ordered up salmon fish cakes with hollandaise sauce and thin cut fries and it was delicious. She ate up every scrap and then ordered herself and Anne another drink, vowing to herself to go for a long walk the following day to compensate for her indulgence (which was probably going to extend to dessert as well).

As they sat back with their drinks the older woman tilted her head and gave Molly a searching look.

'And how are things going with you and your man?'

Molly glanced away and couldn't help but smile and before she could even answer Anne clapped her hands. 'Ah, I see they've progressed. Does this mean what I think it means?'

Molly knew she was blushing, but she couldn't keep the smile off her face. 'I hope so. We are definitely in some kind of relationship now...I'm just not sure what. I mean...umm...'

She broke off suddenly feeling a bit awkward. Anne was so much older than her and might have quite different views on sex before marriage, but it quickly became apparent that she had no such qualms.

'So, you've slept together then. That's a good start but I'm assuming from your reticence that you haven't yet had a conversation about the future?'

It was Molly's turn to shake her head. 'No, Sherlock is just so wrapped up in this case and...and well, maybe I'm just worried about what his answer might be.'

Anne leant forward looking concerned. 'You think he might be using you?'

Molly bit her lip. 'No, not using me as such...I know he cares for me. It's just...you don't know him; he just doesn't do relationships. I've never really known him to be involved with anyone, not for any length of time anyway.' She took another draft of her wine as she remembered back to the woman he'd identified from her body and not her face; the dominatrix called Irene Adler and she once again speculated on just what his relationship with her had been.

'Well, I'm afraid the only way to find out is to ask him. And my advice would be to do it sooner rather than later if only for your own peace of mind. Now, are we going to be naughty and order ourselves some dessert. I rather think that the apple pie and custard has my name on it.'

Molly appreciated the change in subject and happily picked up the menu to make her choice.

Do you agree with Anne about having that conversation?