SMUTTY CHAPTER! BE WARNED! RATING HAS GONE UP!

Sweet Intoxication

Walking through a mirror is like walking through a ghost, you know you shouldn't be able to do it, you know it shouldn't be possible and there's a horrible cold chill than passes through your whole body whilst you do it. Molly gasped as oxygen refilled her lungs and she turned back to see the mirror dissolving into darkness behind her. Had that really just happened?

A warm, gloved hand cupped her face and pulled her gently to face him. His beautiful face was mere millimetres from hers; another gasp shuddered through her body as his arms moved down, fingers now encircling and caressing her back, as his arms ensured she didn't collapse to the floor in shock. His eyes met hers in a heavy stare.

Her tongue came out to wet her lip and his eyes flickered to her mouth, his own mouth reflecting what Molly had been doing with her own. Molly decided to make a move in the dingy darkness.

Reaching up and taking his hair in small clumps she pulled him down into a searing, hot mouthed kiss. His mouth was hot and wet against hers and she felt herself being gently manipulated. Her hands moved from his hair, gripping the lapels of his coat tightly, hoisting herself upwards so that their hips were in-line. His tongue infiltrated her mouth as his hands moved around her waist to cup her arse. Her hands were fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, relenting and finally simply yanking the two pieces of material apart, making expensive buttons ping everywhere.

Her mystery man removed his mouth from hers, licking her taste from his lips, that same curved smile on his lips. He leant forward, grazing his mouth and teeth against her neck, causing Molly to groan, arching her shoulders into the wall and pressing their conjoined parts of their bodies even closer, her hands moved back to his hair

There was a flurry of hair, hands and teeth as the man manoeuvred them into a clearing further down the corridor. It was- simply put- a tip. Papers were strewn everywhere, experiments were balanced precariously on tiny tables, and chemicals from said completed experiments were dripping onto the stone floor. But none of this mattered to Molly, for in the middle of the "room" was the biggest plushest bed that Molly had ever seen.

Swathed in black and red satin, it was possibly the most sensual piece of furniture that she'd ever been laid on, in the most seductive position to be honest as well, pinned between the man's heavy and hot, clothed body and the warm folds of material beneath her. The material caressed her skin on the back of her neck as the man worked on the skin on the front, gently, kissing, sucking ,nuzzling any part of the sensitive skin that he could reach.

His hands, gloves now shed, revealing elegant long fingers that matched the rest of his body scooted up her legs, cold against the covered parts of her legs. His fingers brushed against the bare skin at the top of her inner thigh and moved slightly upwards.

The immediate gasp that Molly emitted received a quirked eyebrow from the man.

"No knickers- dirty girl Molly, were you expecting something?" he growled, deeply into her ear, moving his hands until they were spread on her stomach, his thumbs perilously close to her quivering entrance.

"Nothing quite like this" Molly gasped as one of the long digits entered her. She bit her lip in concentration, trying desperately not to come immediately undone by the man's touch. Another cold finger joined the first as the man's blue eyes flickered to meet Molly's warm brown ones. She gasped as he gave her the dirtiest look that anyone had ever given her before those lips and face disappeared to join his fingers.

Molly called out as his tongue expertly stroked her, his fingers moving downwards to her slick, warm and wet entrance.

"God- my- god- oh!" she gasped finally as he tipped her over the edge, her head lolling backwards to the plush satin pillows. The man immediately came up to meet her lips, running his long hands up her body- pulling her night-clothes with them.

She could taste herself on his lips and in his mouth, and she kissed him deep revelling in the taste of her own arousal in another person's mouth. His suit was off and they were naked bare for the man's expensive satin sheets covering some of her dignity. The man pulled her out of them, pulling her towards him by the leg, gently peppering kisses along her ankle as he pulled. They were face to face, both of them exploring each other's bodies when Molly asked the question that had been plaguing her since her brain had switched back on after that powerful orgasm.

"What's your name?" she whispered as the man moved his attention to her throat. He stopped for a moment, freezing in his actions, but keeping his breath hot and wet against her slender neck.

"Sherlock, my angel." he replied, his voice soft. He looked up at her from beneath his lashes and gave a small smile, before capturing her lips once more with a searing kiss, pushing them both backwards into the bed, and him into her.

Molly whined, wrapping her legs around him. It didn't take long for Molly to feel that pressure building up once more, Sherlock moved deeper in her, sweat starting to form on his forehead, as he two came closer to orgasm. Everything inside her tensed and her eyes fluttered close, her head lolling back.

"Oh Sherlock!" she screamed into the darkness as Sherlock's teeth bit lightly into her shoulder, marking Molly as his as he fell with her. He spilled into her, moaning as his mouth moved from her shoulder to her mouth, making them meet in a bruising kiss.

"Sing for me- sing for me my angel" he gasped and murmured against her lips as he fell into her arms. Molly's eyes fluttered downwards as the warm body beside her appeared to dissolve, as did the room around her.

And with that, in her own warm and unappealing bedroom, covered by her pink, kitten patterned cotton sheets, Molly's eyes flew open. Her eyes flickered around the room, settling on the mirror.

"Sherlock?" she whispered into the darkness, a different darkness from the darkness in her Phantom's lair. No answer came.

Ooooo! I am evil aren't I... What is going on here? What is happening to Molly? Is it all a dream? Will Sherlock come back? And what will John do when he finds out? Find out... soon.