Why You're Here

"Spread your legs and show me."

Stunned silence. Obviously clinical Sherlock was putting in an encore performance for the evening and once again, he was putting her sexual psyche through its paces. The worst part of it: he didn't seem to understand just how uncouth his behavior was and, if he did, he didn't give a damn.

"If I'm to continue to improve, I can only do so if I'm able to gather as much practical information as possible. I can't know what feels pleasant to you if you don't tell me," he slid his hands beneath the hem of her robe and planted them on her knees, "and show me." If his blunt words weren't enough, the outward pressure he began to exert on her legs completely solidified the insanity she was being subjected to. The craziest bit? She couldn't think of one logical reason why she should tell him no despite her almost hysterical desire to do so. Maybe that was the problem, he was being too logical, too methodical. But how do you tell someone like Sherlock, someone who thrives on the rational parts of life that, no, you shouldn't go about it like this?

So the crux of the situation, did she tell him no and try to change him or did she suck it up and throw her lot in with the man she'd chosen, logical insanity and all? Being who she was and knowing who he was, she chose the latter.

In a minute.

She jumped up off the couch and practically ran into the kitchen, taking her empty wine glass with her. She didn't dare look back at him, not yet. She could already see in her mind's eye the scrunched brow and pursed lips as he tried to figure out her actions. She decided to let them speak for themselves as she poured a very healthy serving, drank half of it right there before refilling and, with as much courage as she could muster, headed back.

He was standing by the time she got back, and because she couldn't form the words, she pressed down on his shoulder without looking directly at him as she re-sat herself back on her former spot. She took another big sip of wine, closed her eyes and did as he'd bid many minutes before. She spread her legs.

Molly didn't reopen her eyes until she felt his hands parting her robe and baring her to his inspection. When she did, he was completely fixated on the apex of her thighs.

"More." That one word caused both a rush of heat straight to where he was already staring and forced her to take another not-so-tiny sip of wine. The liquid courage was starting to do its work so she did as he commanded. She couldn't help the moan she released when he ran his hands up her thighs.

"Interesting." She would have told him he could shove his 'interestings' and 'curiouses' if she'd been able to form words. Instead, another sip took the place of her undeliverable quip.

Her eyes locked onto her ceiling light, completely unwilling to watch his progress. This might have been a bad idea however, since she acutely felt every single one of his touches.

"You cleaned yourself after our coupling?"

Our coupling? Who said it like that? Oh yeah, Sherlock. "Yes." She whispered to the ceiling.

"So this has happened since then?" She was about to ask just what the hell he was talking about when she felt his fingers run between her lower lips, through her obviously very slick lower lips. She couldn't believe she was turned on by this… examination.

"Yes."

She felt him spread her even more intimately with one hand while he continued with his exploration with the second. When he started to manipulate her clitoris, she jumped. He was rubbing it up and down with just a little too much gusto.

"Not so hard." Her brow furrowed when he changed pressure but the manipulation was still not quite right. "Try circles." He did but something was still off.

"Not better?"

"Huh uh."

"Then show me." That finally brought her line of site away from the ceiling. He didn't wait for her to do as he asked this time. Instead, he grabbed the hand that wasn't occupied with wine and drew it between her legs. "Show me what you did for yourself while I was inside of you." His tone had changed once more and she drew in a shaky inhale. His intense stare remained focused on her increasingly slick nethers until she failed to move right away. That's when they flicked up to meet hers. It passed through her mind that she should inform him of just how dilated his pupils were at that moment but instead; she broke eye contact to look at her fingers. So she took the plunge and started to manipulate herself in a way that felt quite nice. Absently she noticed that he didn't immediately look back down, watching her face for a time, but when he did, she could have sworn that his intensity was burning her from the inside out.

She slid two of her fingers down and slightly inside to gather more wetness before taking the task up once more. At one point, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the feeling of not only touching herself but also touching herself while he watched. As soon as she started to touch her clit again he slid two of his fingers right into where she'd just abandoned.

"Good?"

She just bit her bottom lip and nodded, moaning a moment later when he pressed upwards. He repeated the move and she repeated the sound. Though his fingers continued what they'd been doing she heard him shift in front of her. That's when he took her wine glass and set it on the table beside them and completely parted the robe. At this point, she didn't care that she was practically naked while he was practically fully dressed, except that she loved it when he lightly tweaked one of her nipples while latching onto the other with his mouth. The combination of sensations was quickly driving her towards release.

"I'm going to come," she breathed out.

"By all means," he mumbled against her breast and she did a few seconds later. It wasn't as intense as when they'd been in the bedroom but it was still wonderful. He'd pulled back the moment it started and she knew he was watching her, studying her as she fell apart. His fingers stopped moving and she heard him speak quietly to himself. "I should be able to duplicate that in the future."

Molly fell back against the cushions panting, her hand still between her legs but unmoving. "That was wonderful."

"So my fingers inside were useful?"

She opened her eyes to look down at him. "Useful? That was bloody brilliant, Sherlock."

The corner of his mouth quirked upwards as he pulled away and set to work removing his trousers once more. He stood in order to fully rid himself of them and Molly found herself in a quandary. There was no way she was ready for another go, too sensitive but the moment he exposed himself to her, it was obvious that he was ready. However, she didn't want to leave him in that state. It seemed patently unfair considering she'd gotten off twice. It didn't take more than a second for her to come up with a solution, one she rather liked. She slipped to her knees just as he was about to cover her body with his own.

"Molly?"

"Not another word, Sherlock." She silently thanked whoever invented wine for the courage that allowed her to utter those words and for what she was about to do next. She placed one of her hands on his thigh while the other wasted no time in grasping the base of his renewed vigor. Slowly at first, she stroked him from base to tip, letting her thumb brush over the top before repeating the move. When no protests came from the man above her, she let her other hand slide inward to lightly fondle his sac. The groan he let out only bolstered her further so she rose up higher on her knees and instead of her thumb caressing the head, she let her tongue take up the action.

"Molly."

The way he moaned her name made the next move inevitable. She slipped him inside her mouth and treated him like some delicious treat. She licked, she sucked, she nibbled and she hummed in complete satisfaction as Sherlock continued to moan and hiss above her. When she felt his hand fist in her hair, she took up the pace and left all teasing behind. She had but one goal now and the idea of having this sort of control over him while he had none was probably the most arousing thing she'd ever done in the entirety of her life. That had to be the reason she'd always enjoyed this act. Some saw it as demeaning but she saw it as incredibly empowering. She'd always been so meek in everything she did but not this. In this, something she knew she excelled at, she was the antithesis of meek and she loved every second of it.

Apparently, so did Sherlock. Despite having already come only thirty minutes before, he started to buck his hips slightly and gasp, his other hand joining the first in her hair. He didn't give her any verbal forewarning but she knew before it happened and was ready. Luckily she had the forethought to place her hands on his thighs or he might have unconsciously thrust too hard, too far and made her gag. She held him firmly and didn't let it happen but she did let him spurt into her mouth while he chanted her name above her.

She swallowed the slightly bitter substance without much thought and for the first time looked up. He was staring down at her with a look that she could only describe as wonder. Letting go of her hair, he almost stumbled back before catching himself. He turned and practically collapsed onto the couch.

"And you did that because?" he questioned her while still breathing rather hard.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and shrugged. "I wanted to." She stood and tugged her robe from beneath him. "And I wouldn't have been ready for sex quite yet." She saw the tilt of his head as he looked at her so she clarified "I get sensitive, too sensitive after…" where had all her courage gone, "I come," she said quietly as she walked to the kitchen once more. She needed a glass of water to rinse her mouth of the odd aftertaste she always had after performing that particular sex act.

"Ah." She heard behind her. Nothing was said while she grabbed her water though she did hear the channel changing on the telly. "I understand better why John constantly pursues women." She couldn't help but laugh.

"I doubt that's the only reason." She'd gathered in the time she'd spent with both men that while John was very much a ladies man, he did not seem to be purely interested in the physical aspects of a relationship.

"And what else would there be?" Her hand tightened on her glass when he asked that.

"Well, companionship, of course."

"Ah." He didn't sound convinced in the least. She shouldn't, not right now, but she couldn't help the next words that issued from her lips.

"Is that the only reason you're here?" From the change in his expression, it was easy to see that he quickly regretted what he'd said before but his lack of immediate answer only confirmed her fears. "It is, isn't it? Oh god, I'm such a little fool."

"I told you that I did not want this to be a 'one off'," he said carefully while standing up pulling his pants back on. Good, she didn't think she could have a conversation like this with a naked Sherlock.

"Oh." She set her glass down. "Not a one off but it's still just about sex?" Again, he didn't deny the claim. "I think I might have been okay with that at one point," she said to her hands as they twisted in front of her. "But I don't think I can be now. I don't know what I want from you, Sherlock but I do know that I don't just want to be your occasional screw. I want to at least be more than that and if you can't do that then," she looked up to see him just standing and staring at her with a rather lost look, "you don't need to stay the night after all."

"Molly…"

"Is it more than just sex?"

"…"

"That's what I thought." Her breath caught in the back of her throat but she quickly regained control. "You should get your things and go."

"Do not push me out again."

"Is it more?"

"I don't know!" he shouted suddenly, making her jump at the intensity of it. He opened his mouth to speak again but then shut it just as quickly. His eyes stayed on hers for a moment before they started to bounce around the room, his hand running through his hair. Maybe it was unfair of her to want this. He wasn't the average bloke that she'd started up relationships with in the past. He wasn't average in the least. Maybe asking him for what she'd asked of those normal men wasn't right. But what was the alternative? Let him use her? Let him pop in when he felt the need, have a shag and nothing more?

"I want to stay." That broke her out of her internal debate. He was looking at her again. "I don't know what I want but I do know that I want to stay. Let me stay." It was her turn to open her mouth to speak but have nothing come out. She was just about to say no in the hopes that she was doing the right thing for herself when he beat her to it. "I've never wanted to stay anywhere but my own home yet I want to stay here, with you. That should count for something. Please, Molly." He said it with such genuine feeling earnestness that she caved.

"Alright, Sherlock. Telly or bed?" He promptly sat down. She sighed. "Telly it is then." Was this a mistake? She really hoped it wasn't.

AN: Well that was pretty much just porn with a teeny, tiny bit of relationship plot thrown in at the end. I hope no one minded because it was a hoot to write. There's something so fun about writing a 'how to' sex scene, especially with these characters.

Anatomydoc: Thank you! I love writing the little switches from one sort of Sherlock to another. I think it's fun to think of someone who's always in control, losing said control. I hope you didn't think I'd ended the fic even though my wording accidently sounded that way. I don't fully know where this is going but I do know it's not done yet, lol.
Calicar: It's a lot more fun to write than I expected. Molly wants a relationship and Sherlock doesn't know what he wants since this is virgin territory for him. He's spent his adult life abhorring anything that hints towards this sort of sentiment so he's going to balk from time to time, especially at the start but hopefully he can handle it. If smut scenes are your thing, you came to right place because I love to write them.
MizJoely: You're welcome. Demand away!
whatcatydidnext: (7) Hrm… glitch in the matrix? :) I'm glad you're enjoying it! (4) It fun to write him not fully in control and making him a virgin was the best way to do that. Plus, I find the idea oddly sexy for that particular character.
Poodle warriors: (6) Yes, that's an understatement. (7) I get in those moods from time to time. He's not quite sure what he wants but he does know Molly and her continued presence are a part of it. In his mind, keeping her satisfied will help him to keep her but in what capacity? Who knows at this point. :)
Kathmak: I stopped there but only for that chapter, not the story. I'm not ready to end this thing quite yet. As for the discomfort right after, he knows he likes the sex and has come to grip with that fact but anything beyond that is still uncharted territory that he doesn't fully understand. Anything Sherlock doesn't understand is going to be difficult for him so he doesn't know what to do with himself once the sex is over. That make sense? And there is ALWAYS room for emotional growth when I'm doing the writing. It's my favorite bit of fanfiction, changing the canon characters in a believable way into something I want them to be. That's the challenge anyway.