Okay, so this is upon request by Lasergirl77...hope you like it! Rated M for sexy-times.

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Battle for Control: Revenge

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It had been a week since they had last been together. A week of him being away on a case. A week of her worrying about him. A week of her yearning for him. It was late that Saturday evening, when his coat ruffled in behind him as he swept into the lab. Molly smiled from her spot, and before she knew it, she was being turned around to face him.

''Hello Molly.'' Sherlock said, his deep voice resonating in her ear. She smiled up at him, and stood on her tip toes to kiss him. Her lips pressed into his, and she drank him in. The swell of yearning grew in her stomach, and she grabbed around his neck to pull him closer. Sherlock didn't seem to stop her, but simply stood still, enjoying her company. After a moment of his lack of attention, Molly huffed, pulling away.

''Sherlock. You've been gone a week. Please, I... I need you.'' Molly's voice whined out in frustration, before it whispered against his throat. Sherlock grinned at her plea, and decided to have some fun with her desperation.

''Shall we go home, then?" His voice was gruff, husky and low. Molly simply nodded in response, kissing along his neck. Her lips dragged down the column in his throat, and Sherlock groaned out. He felt her lips curl into a smile. 'Ah, she thinks she's winning this time.' He thought to himself. He would soon prove her wrong.

The cab ride back to 221B was a flurry of heated kisses and short breaths. The cabbie simply turned his radio up to mask the noises of Molly's gasps and Sherlock's sordid suggestions to her.

They soon arrived, and Sherlock absentmindedly tossed the money to the driver, before turning around and pushing Molly up against the black door of his residence. He slowly nipped at her slender neck, hands rubbing up and down her front. Molly seemed all too eager to be touched, not caring that they were in a semi-public position. As his hands came up to cup her breasts, however, she pulled away, breathing heavily.

''Can we...go upstairs?" She quietly asked between breaths. Sherlock gave a look, as if he were considering saying no. Then, he smirked, and pushed open the door behind her. They stumbled up the stairway, and half way to the top, Molly stopped them. She then took a few steps above him, and hopped to tangle her legs tightly around his waist. Sherlock had to suppress the moan he wanted to let out. He then carried her up the last of the seventeen steps, and shoved her up against the door there too.

''Oh, Sher...mmm'' her moan was cut off as he kissed her, and Molly couldn't help but keen herself closer to him, grinding against his body. Sherlock felt a small victory in his chest. 'This will be easier than I thought.'

He opened the door to the flat, and quickly strode over to the brown sofa that sat along the wall. With a swift movement, he laid Molly across the cushions, before stripping off his coat and tossing it aside. Molly seemed to ooze with desire for him, and he knew he had her right where he wanted her.

''Molly...'' he had started, but was cut off by the tiny woman pulling him on top of her. Her ankles locked behind his hips, essentially keeping him there. As she bit down on his ear lobe, and tangled her deft fingers through his hair, Sherlock quickly began seeing a miscalculation in his plan. It was when she let out a sensual moan in his ear, that the genius decided maybe he would revise his original idea, and simply give her what she wanted. He pressed hot kisses into her jaw, and down her neck. When it came to kiss lower, Sherlock's hands slid the material of her blouse aside, and he bit lovingly on her collarbone. The hands in his hair tightened, pulling his curls harder.

''Mmm, Sherlock. I missed you. Please, I need you now.'' She purred out softly, bucking into him. It was an overwhelming sense of pure lust that drove him then. He worked fast, pulling down her leggings and underwear, before doing the same with his own. He slid a finger inside her, testing her readiness. Molly gasped out as he did, and her pelvis lifted on its own.

Neither of them had lasted long. The pent up desire from the week had driven Molly over the edge fast, taking Sherlock with her as he pumped into her quickly. He collapsed further onto her, head dropping down to lie against the curves of her chest. They both regained their bearings, and it was after a few minutes that Molly broke the silence.

''Nice try. But you forget, love. I'm in charge.'' Her soft, sweet voice was still innocent, but when he looked up, he was met with the most devious look that the pathologist's gentle features was capable of holding. He chuckled low in his chest, before leaning up and kissing her soundly.

''Yes, you are.''

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Well, how's that for some fun sexytimes? I know I didn't go into too much detail because, well, this is a sexually frustrated fic. Can't give you EVERYTHING, now can I? Lol, hope you liked it! Tell me what you think?