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The cold, grey morning reered its ugly head and Molly awoke with a sinking feeling inn her stomach. Rolling onto her side, she stroked the pillow that Sherlock's head rested on. Still warm. She could hear the shower on in the next room and felt slightly better. As she sat up and rubbed her eyes, the events of last night kept shining through. Molly sighed and shut her eyes. She had no idea how today would go.
Sherlock walked out of the bathroom into her room, stark naked but towelling his tousled, damp hair. Molly hadn't noticed him come in, she still sat there, head in her hands.
"Molly are you alright?" He climbed back into bed next to her and nestled up to her. She held him close and breathed deeply.
"No. We need to see John sweetheart. I'm worried about him." No need to sugar coat it. She brought her hands up to stroke his hair and face like a mother would soothe her child. The worry was starting to come through his own voice.
"Let's go round tonight then." Molly smiled and touched her lips to his forehead.
"Thankyou."
They stayed in bed for a few hours, barely moving from the comfortable cuddle they got themselves in. Molly was on a late shift today, she would be at St Barts for one, there was no rush to get up.
Molly put on her grey tailored suit, though she felt a little uncomfortable with the length, but was running late so she just accepted it. Smoothing it down, she left in a hurry, running for a cab instead of catching the tube. Sherlock left an hour ago, claiming he needed a case, though still worried, she hoped he hadn't gone to see John without her.
The day went painfully slowly, though even only eight hours long, Molly felt every minute. Everything she did, she did monotonously, too distracted by the prospect of tonight. Se knew how much John meant to Sherlock, would she really be the girl that got between them? Would it come down to a choice for Sherlock, between her and John? And if it did, who's to say he'd pick her.. Mousy Molly, easily manipulated, and a sucker for her consulting detective.
Nine o'clock came round after what seemed like an eternity, and Molly was miserable. She realised she'd barely said a word to anyone at work, not even cracked a smile when her colleague brought her a cup of tea. And every step she took brought her closer to whatever horrific event that would happen tonight.
She opened the door and the smell of cooking brought her back from her daydream into reality. As she shut the door behind her, her eyebrows raised to question the dim light coming from the end of the corridor. She put down her bag and slipped off her shoes and jacket, and walked towards the living room.
Her eyes widened when she saw the room had been filled with candles, all lit to provide a beautiful atmosphere. A sultry woman's voice came from her the CD player, and her tiny dining room table was set, with a rather large bunch of roses decorating it. She peered round the door into the kitchen, and to her amusement, she saw her rather adorable boyfriend looking like a wild animal running around the kitchen in an apron bearing the words, "kiss the cook".
"Sherlock.." She stood looking helpless at him. He looked up at her and smiled beamingly.
"I'm glad you're home, go sit down I'll be out in a minute." He ushered her out of the room and sat her down, placing a tender kiss behind her ear. Not more than a minute later, he returned with two plates of something that resembled a paella.
"Sherlock what is all this?!" She couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice.
"I wanted to cheer you up before we go to Johns in an hour. I know you're worried, you took an extra twelve minutes to get home suggesting you walked instead of taking the tube." He tucked into his dinner as he deduced, leaving Molly gaping at him.
"Thankyou, it's beautiful. But, you do have some sauce on your shirt," she picked up her cutlery and pointed towards the collar of his delectable white shirt.
They made small chit chat whilst having dinner, which didn't take Molly long to finish, she hasn't eaten anything today and was ravenous.
"Right, I'll put these in the dishwasher, you go out on a clean shirt and we'll get off to Johns then. Go on, off you pop." She collected their plates and stood up. As she walked past him, she felt his arms catch her waist and pull her onto his lap, causing her to nearly drop her plates.
"Don't you want to kiss the cook first?" A mischievous grin spread across his face as they went in for a deep kiss. Parting and feeling their smiles on their faces, Molly proceeded to stand up and walk to the kitchen, making an effort to wiggle her hips as she walked as she could feel Sherlock's eyes burn into her back.
She was just wiping the surfaces and finishing up in the kitchen when she felt sherlock behind her.
"Hi honey" she smiled, continuing to wipe the surface, but pushing her arse into his crotch gently. She heard a loud breath leave his lips.
Leaning over her and breathing in her ear, Sherlock's hands rested on her hips, holding her against him.
"You know we haven't had any dessert.." His deep velvet voice sent shivers down her spine. Goosebumps rising over her whole body as his lips caressed her neck, and his fingers sneak down to the hem of her skirt.
"Bit short, this skirt Miss Hooper." Giving into him completely, only a mumble could answer him.
She moaned as she felt his perfect teeth sink into her neck, his fingers making quick work of her blouse buttons. He slipped off her blouse and tugged off her bra, his hands becoming hungry for the feel of her hard tits beneath his. Molly continued to press her arse into his crotch, which we becoming increasingly tighter over his hardness. She turned her head to meet his lips, as they crashed together immediately. His hands were on hers, he slammed them onto the kitchen counter, his leg pushing apart her own.
"Stay like that Miss Hooper." She moaned at his growl as she felt his hands pull her skirt up around her waist. She chuckled, now she can surprise him. She heard his sharp intake of breath.
"Molly.. Are those stockings and suspenders?" His hands ran over the backs of her thighs, fingering the lace atop the stockings, and slapping the elastic stockings against her skin.
"Just for you Sherlock." She smiled and shut her eyes, secretly begging to be taken right then and there. Thankfully, Sherlock had the same idea.
"My god Molly."
There was desperation in his voice now. Kissing her shoulders, he made hard work of his hands, one gently massaging her breast, the other made its way down the front of her black lace knickers, doing dirty things to make her writhe. She couldn't take any more,
"Sherlock, stop arseing around, just fuck me" she was unashamed of her pleading.
"Oh Miss Hooper, with pleasure."
He furiously ripped her knickers and unzipped himself, pulling out his impressive cock and wasting no time pushing into her. A shriek left her lips, and she sprawled across the counter top, grinding her hips against his in unison.
They were too wrapped up in each other to hear Sherlock's phone ring, but as they blissfully collapsed together, panting and sweating, it went off again. Molly reached behind her and fumbled the vibrating body out of his pocket.
Blocked
Molly answered, too happy to care who was on the other side.
"Hello this is the phone of a very sexy bastard called Sherlock Holmes."
Sherlock felt her stiffen beneath him. He pulled himself off her and zipped himself up, trying to read her face which was becoming increasingly concerned. She stood up, pulling down her skirt and fumbling to pull on her blouse.
"We'll be right there, thank you."
Se snapped the phone shut and tried to put on her blouse,tears now rolling tack and fast down her cheeks. Sherlock grabbed her wrists and took the blouse off her.
"Molly what is it, tell me." He rolled the blouse over her head and pulled her in close.
Hearing his heart beat furiously against her ear, her tears not residing. She pulled away and locked her eyes onto his.
"Sherlock it's John." Her voice breaking, "we need to go to the hospital there's. been an accident."
well there ya go! Tired to get a bit of continuity, have read through my previous chapters and I decided to write about the counter top as in the first chapter, that's sort of their first romantic encounter. Thought I'd chuck a little twist in the bag too! More to come, but please be patient x