Hey, I'm back with some sleep induced Sherlolly fun. Hope you enjoy it. Talking of enjoying I'm enjoying all the pics of Ben coming out of TIFF this year.

Chapter 6

Sherlock pushed his shoes and his jacket off and tentatively laid himself down on Molly. He was effectively lying between her legs but there didn't feel as though there was anything sexual about it. As he put his head on her chest she brought her hand up to run through his hair and that along with hearing the dull thud of her heart did help to relax him.

She found something for them to watch on the small TV but Sherlock didn't even try to concentrate on it. He let his mind wander, organising the small details of the case as he breathed in time with Molly and his eyes gradually started to close. His final thought before sleep was how relaxed he felt and how much he was enjoying Molly playing with his hair.

He must been out for a while because when he came too he realised that although the television was still on Molly was now asleep and his hand was somehow resting on her right breast, just in front of his face.

He took a few moments, still half dreaming and sleepy, to think about just how comfortable and relaxed she had made him feel but then thoughts about her breast seemed to overtake him. He moved his hand slightly and let his thumb drift over the nipple which was only covered by her thin strappy t shirt. As he did he felt it start to harden and he couldn't resist repeating the move once or twice even as Molly shifted slightly underneath him.

He had a sudden deep seated need to take her breast into his mouth and suckle it. He had no doubt that psychologists and psychiatrists would have a field day with him for that one but he didn't care. All he cared about was how it would taste, what it would feel like to let his tongue roll over that small, hardened nub.

He later put it down to a groggy, sleep induced madness but without even thinking through the consequences he pulled the material of her top down just enough to release the soft mound of her breast, grateful for the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipple was a darker shade of dusky rose than he had imagined it to be and the skin was so much softer. He let his hand ghost over it before placing his palm back over it, assessing the weight and the sensation of holding it in his hand. He couldn't wait any longer and he lifted himself, finding a purchase with his hands on the settee, so he could finally take her into his mouth. The feeling of lust and want and need that rolled through his body in that moment was more than he could ever have imagined.

He turned himself so he was lying more comfortably than he had been whilst all the time he sucked on her breast, letting his tongue and teeth slide over her nipple, feeling the rough edges of it and the puckered skin around it.

She let out a breathy moan and he felt her hand in his hair once more as she lightly bucked her hips against his. Acting on instinct and need and nothing else he pressed his hips against hers. The second moan she let out was louder and had him pushing against her harder knowing what she needed.

The moment she let out a quiet 'oh' he knew she was awake and he let his hand replace his mouth as he slowly kissed his way up her neck and then to her mouth. All the while her hips rocked up and against him and he could tell from her breathing and her heart rate that she was getting more and more aroused.

It all felt so very dreamlike though, there was no conversation, no discussion he just acted and she followed...or was she acting and he was following? He neither knew nor cared in that moment.

The kiss was slow and deeply erotic and Sherlock knew he was getting harder. Her movements were becoming more desperate and he could feel her hands pulling on his shirt, holding him against her.

He massaged her breast, rolling the nipple between his finger and thumb and then as she let out another groan he pinched it and she had to break off from kissing him as her climax started. He kissed her neck as he listened to the unfamiliar way that she called out his name feeling himself starting to pulse, almost on the verge of climaxing himself but he didn't allow it...wouldn't. He did need to leave though before he did something stupid.

That voice in his head retorted with, you mean MORE stupid.

As her breathing started to level back out her hand moved to his hair playing with his curls in a way he had never realised he would like so much. He finally lifted his head and gave her one more kiss before he sat back up concentrating on re-tucking his shirt and trying to get his own heart rate down a little. He needed to leave and he needed to leave now.

He stood, grabbing his coat and jacket so he could cover his crotch area and not give away just how affected he had been. As he turned to Molly he saw her face fall a little but she stood with him.

'Are you leaving?'

'Yes, I think it's best. It's late and it's been a long day and you have work tomorrow. I'll no doubt see you then.'

'Oh…OK.'

He hesitated about whether to kiss her goodbye but he worried that if he did he might not actually leave so he just made his way to the door with Molly trailing behind and he left sensing that she was watching from her doorway, knowing that she was confused and no doubt a little hurt but he was more than confused himself.

He had been determined to keep things under control, to just kiss and nothing else and now they had gone further than they had that night earlier in the week and not only that he was going to have to sort himself out again. He closed his eyes in the cab on his way back home and tried to work out why it was that every time they were together things spiraled out of his control. He knew absolutely that it had been his fault and not Molly's but even as he thought about it he remembered the way she had called his name and dear God...he found himself wanting to hear that again!

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly closed the door and leant against it for a moment. She could not believe that she had just done that...she was mortified. How...how had she ended up using him to make herself come?

She wasn't surprised it hadn't taken much stimulation. She had been horny as hell ever since this weird agreement had started between them but she hadn't expected to get so carried away that she basically dry humped him.

Molly had been embarrassed more times than she cared to remember but this...this topped them all. No wonder he had fled. She hadn't even had a chance to apologise.

It was a few minutes later as she was making herself a cuppa to take to bed that she remembered that she had dozed off herself and had woken up to find Sherlock's mouth on her naked breast. She paused for a minute and frowned. What the hell had that been about?

She padded through to her bedroom with her drink and quickly changed into her nightshirt. The more she thought about it the more she realised that it was that action of his that had triggered the whole event. It had been the catalyst. She had been half awake and incredibly aroused when she had started to move against him and she hadn't really realised what she had done until it was over.

Part of her wished she could talk it over with Meena but it was almost midnight and far to late to ring her...and anyway, what could she even say? It was all just too strange but maybe she shouldn't feel so guilty. It would be interesting to see how Sherlock acted when she saw him the next day and she decided she needed to just hold her head up high and front it out.

As it was he didn't come in until late in the afternoon but she eventually heard from Mike that he was up in the labs with Greg and John. She was a little tempted to just hide out in the morgue but as they were due to go for their weekend at his aunt's house the next day she knew that that was only a temporary solution so in the end she picked up her files and went upstairs.

As she walked in she saw him sat at his microscope discussing a case with the other two men and she decided then and there to be brave. He wanted her to be natural and loving around him, well she'd show him just how natural she could be.

She walked over and said hi to the others and then leant towards Sherlock to kiss him.

For a split second she saw his eyes flick in John and Greg's direction and she didn't know whether he would reject her but then his eyes closed and he met her half way for a kiss that was more than a peck but nothing too over the top given they had company.

Molly heard John shift uncomfortably and a quiet 'what the hell' from Greg which made her smile as she pulled away. She knew that John was aware of their agreement but it must still have looked bizarre to him.

She didn't acknowledge it though, instead she just said a soft 'hey' to Sherlock and he smiled in return.

'So, is there anything I can help you guys with?'

It was Greg who responded. 'You know I'd heard through the grapevine at work that something was going on between you two but I never would have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. So, the virgin is a virgin no longer I take it?'

Sherlock leant over his scope and adjusted the view as he answered. 'I think you'll find that that was a spurious accusation put round by my brother. He does like his jokes. Sorry to burst your bubble Lestrade but I haven't been a virgin in a very long time.'

Molly blushed a little at the conversation but she couldn't say she was sorry to hear that Sherlock wasn't inexperienced in bed. If he'd slept with other people maybe...just maybe there was a chance she could get him to sleep with her.

She had to bite back the bubble of laughter at the idea but it still didn't stop him looking round at her suspiciously.

'So, will I see you at all this evening?' She asked him.

'No probably not. We have a case, only a five but I want to wrap it all up before we leave tomorrow.'

'Oh, what? Going for a romantic mini break for two then? Looks like she has you wrapped around her finger,' Lestrade chuckled and raised his eyebrows.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes. 'To my aunt's house actually for a family event. Just because you're hen pecked Gavin doesn't mean the rest of us are...or ever will be.'

'Yeah, yeah you say that now...give it time.'

Molly didn't like the way the conversation was going so she cut across it. 'That's fine. I'll see you at three tomorrow then.' And just because she could she gave him another kiss goodbye.

The weekend is almost upon them and Sherlock is about as out of control as he can get. I hope you didn't mind the little sexy interlude. I know Sherlock was a little out of order but I think Molly got the better end of the deal. Anyway, let me know what you think and I'll be back in a couple of days xx