First off a thanks to Lilsherlockian1975 for help with this chapter. I just got a bit of writers block over how it was all flowing and she came to the rescue and made it a much better chapter than it was turning out to be. So thank you Lil for everything.

Secondly, I know some of you don't want them to have sex because they've been drinking and because you feel it's too soon and Sherlock hasn't been honest but I will just clarify that they aren't massively drunk, it's just enough to lower their inhibitions…plus it's going to be important going forward with the story and there is more to come….trust me.

Chapter 11

The room was lit by the dying embers of the fire and a small lamp over by the chairs and it cast a soft, muted glow over the room. As Sherlock closed the door behind them he shrugged his jacket off his shoulders and threw it onto one of the chairs by the fireplace and then used both his hands to ruffle through his hair. Molly found herself entranced by his every move. His face was flushed and his shirt still half pulled out of his trousers making him look half-fucked already and Molly just wanted to finish the job. She could almost hear Meena in her head telling her to seduce him to just give it a go and see what happened but it was the alcohol in her bloodstream that actually gave her the courage.

She kicked off her uncomfortable shoes and walked up to him seeing his eyes narrow slightly as she did but he didn't say anything. She put her hands up to the first button on his shirt and slowly started to unbutton it seeing his chest revealed to her bit by bit. As she finished and pulled the rest of it from his waistband he caught her wrists. 'Molly...we shouldn't.'

She looked up at him and she could see the conflict on his face but the fact that there was conflict at all helped push her on. 'Why shouldn't we?'

She pulled her hands free and slid them up his chest before linking them around his neck. Standing on her tiptoes she pulled him down to her. His own hands were still by his side but he didn't pull away. He could have broken her hold on him quite easily. 'We're both grown adults Sherlock and I think you want exactly the same thing I do.'

Then she kissed him...and for a split second she thought he wasn't going to return it and her stomach turned over. If he rejected her now she thought she might actually be sick but just as she was about to move away his hands came around her back and he pulled her to him giving in to her with a groan which seemed to echo through her whole body. The kiss immediately became more passionate, more carnal and Molly knew that she had won this battle.

His hand moved to the tie on the side of her dress and he slowly pulled it undone until the material gaped and she felt his hands on her skin and another groan deep in his body.

He turned them both around and then pulled the dress from her shoulders until it pooled on the floor at her feet leaving her wearing nothing but a matching pair of dusky rose lace bra and knickers. His hands were on her body within seconds, pushing her back onto the bed behind her before she'd even caught her breath before he climbed on to it as well.

His mouth was on hers once more kissing her with a hunger and a desperation that she hadn't felt from him before and it just made her want more. She pushed the shirt from his shoulders cursing when they had to break off from kissing so he could undo the cuffs and throw it to the floor but the feel of his skin on hers was worth it. The weight of him had her bucking her hips up wanting to feel him against her centre.

He kissed down her neck and chest and his hands were on her bra covered breasts as she arched into his touch, her hands threading into his hair and tugging lightly. He bit down on her nipple through the lacy material and she felt a gush of wetness between her legs. Impatiently he pulled the material down revealing her breast and his mouth immediately covered it, sucking and biting, his tongue rolling over her nipple making her moan loudly. She was grateful at that moment that their room was at a distance from the rest of the household; it meant she didn't have to hold back.

A small part of her was screaming that maybe they'd both had too much to drink and this might be a mistake but she ignored it. She was going to have sex with Sherlock Holmes, something she had never thought would happen and she wasn't going to give it up for the world.

He shifted and gave his attention to her other breast whilst his hand carried on travelling down. His fingers pressed against the damp material of her knickers and she had to bite the back of her hand as her eyes rolled back in her head at the sensations he was causing. She had been horny for too long and she knew it wouldn't take much for her to come.

His fingers lifted the band of lace at her hips and then his hand was on her quim pressing down on it before his fingers moved on, with one long digit sliding inside her as the heel of his palm ground in circles on her clit. As his finger entered her he brought his head up to watch her expression and she saw desire and lust written all over his face and she swore he had never looked so gorgeous. His eyes were half closed and his lips red from kissing her and his cheekbones were all light and shadows in the semi-dark room.

She reached for him and he moved to kiss her, letting a second finger join his first inside her as his body added weight to his movements. He thrust his hips in a simulation of sex and Molly could feel herself losing touch with reality, conscious only of the build up inside herself; waiting for that delicious, visceral moment when her climax overtook her. He was mumbling incoherently against her neck and even though she couldn't make out his words the sound of his voice tipped her over the edge. She came clinging onto Sherlock and calling his name as her muscles clenched around his fingers.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Molly wasn't the only one feeling a bit tipsy. Sherlock knew he'd had too much but he'd been enjoying himself…he liked being more free, less inhibited and deep down he knew he wanted Molly. He'd been fantasising about fucking her for nearly two weeks now and his willpower had deserted him. He knew he should have put up more resistance or left the room but when Molly had undone his shirt and reached up to kiss him all he had wanted was to sink himself into her and hear her as she came. He didn't even consider that there might be consequences; they all just seemed too far away to worry about.

As she climaxed under his touch he heard her calling his name and he quite simply thought it was the best thing he'd ever heard. He could feel his cock twitching and straining in his pants so much so that he was almost worried he might come as well and embarrass himself. He wanted to know what it was like to slide into her, to feel her warmth. He wanted to be so deep that his balls hit her backside; he wanted to watch her face as she came again and he wanted her to know that she was his and only his.

It seemed that even though Molly had come once she wasn't yet fully sated because her hands immediately moved to undo his trousers before trying to push them down. He stood just long enough to shed them and any other clothes until he was naked and when he climbed back onto the bed he saw that Molly had been busy getting similarly naked. He looked at her and he liked what he saw. She was slim and toned and her small boobs were a perfect fit for his hands; the addition of his love bite on the right just enhanced them. Her waist was narrow and his eyes were drawn down to that mouth-watering thatch of dark hair between her legs. He was glad she didn't shave; it was a look he had never liked. He wanted a woman to look like a woman.

She sat up with her legs bent either side of where he was kneeling. With one hand around his neck she pulled him to her, her lips hot on his as her other hand ghosted over his stomach before moving down to his erection. He couldn't stop the groan that left him as she finally touched him. He couldn't remember the last time another human being had had their hand around his cock. He felt her grip him and then she was stroking him using the liquid that he knew he was leaking to lubricate her movements and he couldn't wait any longer.

He moved forwards effectively pushing Molly back onto the bed and managed it all without breaking the kiss. It felt base and visceral and real as he let the head of his erection push against her entrance and for a moment he had to stop kissing her to let his mind and body get to grips with what he was doing. He still felt intoxicated but he didn't know now whether it was from alcohol or from Molly, all he knew for certain was he didn't want to stop.

Her hands were already on his backside urging him on so he knew she wanted this as much as he did. He forced himself to open his eyes and watch her face as he let his hips push forward, his cock breaching her defences and starting to slide into her. He saw her bite down on her lip and her eyelids flutter shut as she felt his intrusion and he wanted more. His own feelings were almost overwhelming him. Sex had never felt this good, not in his experience which granted was from a long time ago.

By the time he was fully seated inside her she was gasping and begging him to move, to give her more. He withdrew just as slowly before sliding back in and this time he couldn't stop the noises that left his body at just how overwhelming the feelings were. It was like a perfect high, his brain was buzzing with natural endorphins; taking over his every thought and desire.

She felt amazing; wet, tight, warm and he never wanted to leave, he wanted to be here in this moment with her forever. A part of him knew it was alcohol and hormones that were sentimentalising him but he didn't care, he just wanted to come and he wanted Molly to come with him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips once more.

He started to move faster, listening to every sound Molly made to assess what she enjoyed and what she didn't. He hoped he could hold out long enough but she was consuming him. Her hands and nails were scraping down his back, pulling on his backside. Her mouth was on his neck, as she alternated between sucking on the skin or using her tongue to leave a damp trail up his throat and through it all she moaned, she said his name, she swore and he could feel his climax building and building.

He hooked his arm under her knee to open her up more fully and as he thrust into her, his hips moving back and forth, he could tell she was as close as he was. His skin was sliding against hers, his balls slapping against her in a way that made his eyes roll back in his sockets. He begged her to come for him and she did, he felt her convulse around his aching, desperate cock and he started to come with her, feeling that familiar, breath-taking sensation of his balls tightening and his cum started to stream and pulse out of his body.

His muscles were straining as he pushed himself into her as deep as he could get and the sound of her calling his name was the icing on the top and his mind exploded leaving him unaware of anything else other than how he felt.

Finally he collapsed back onto her trying to catch his breath, feeling his heart racing in his chest. He felt more tired and sated than he had in months...if not longer. His lips sought out Molly's and they kissed but this time it was slow and languid, the passion abated for now. He moved to one side as Molly made her way to the bathroom and that was the last thing he remembered.

So, they've done the deed. Tomorrow will be the reaction, what do you think? Remorse, regret or happy ever after?

Next chapter won't be up until Monday…I have a girls weekend away (woohoo) so won't be around much. Lots of wine and DVDs and giggles and I can't wait xx