LAST CHAPTER :p

What would a sherolly fic be with out smut? I don't know but this chapter is just smut. x

Chapter Six: One bad thing leads to a good part 2

"Sherlock for god's sake will you please stop using my fridge for holding experiments!"

"Mrs Hudson said she'd throw me and my skull out if I didn't stop putting them in her's. Though technically the fridge is in my flat and she has her own so it's mine by dipole."

"And did you tell her that?!" Molly shouted as she fed Toby.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Sherlock was laid flat out on her sofa again after another argument with his land lady/ housekeeper. His shirt was unbutton more than usual and he no longer wore his shoes.

'Make yourself at home why don't you?' she thought when she came back into the living room. "Well you're not doing them here Mr. You'll have to do them in the lab."

"I'm banned from there remember?"

"That was your own stupid fault."

"You didn't complain."

"No I like you buck naked, but mike and the other heads of department don't. Mrs Waterhouse was very displeased."

"Hmm." Sherlock looked at her, his slightly tilted to one side. The corner of his mouth turned up when he saw her back away a little, unsure of what he was going to say or do. And his smile only grew as she blushed even more.

"Sherlock, no."

"Why not?" His deep baritone voice rippled through her stomach. She felt her pules begin to quicken. Molly knew what was coming.

"My Mother is coming for tea at six. Its four now. No we can't."

Sherlock rose from the low sofa in one elegant movement. It only took his legs three long steps to reach her. Putting his arms around her waist he looked at her with a look that can only be described as lust-filled mischievousness. "Oh I do love a challenge." Holmes replied before steeling a passionate kiss from her lips.

'God damn you Sherlock Holmes!' Molly thought as she gave into his nipping and sucking of her lip and finally let his tongue entangle with her's. Before long her fingers were in his hair twirling his curly locks around them. His hand were all-over her at once her sides, her hips, her back and then landing on her butt cheeks. At last when they broke away from their kiss, which left them both panting trying to take in as much air as possible. They looked at each other.

Molly's pupils were blown wide he could barely see those brown orbs he had fallen for anymore. He wanted to tell her he loved her. He wanted to tell her everything he loved about her and how he would always be there for her. But for the moment that would have to wait, he needed to be inside of this beautiful creature that stood before him. He wanted her more than ever.

"I know you like a challenge, but at this rate we're going to lose." She reminded him of his previous statement.

Sherlock swept Molly up in his arms and began to carry her to the bed room at the back of the flat. He threw her onto the bed and followed her not a moment later. Molly laid back and watched as he knelt between her thighs and began to unbutton his shirt. He didn't tease her he could she needed this just as much as he did. Sherlock threw his belt into the same forgotten corner of her room where he had thrown his shirt and now began to relieve Molly of her t-shirt and bra. "Molly Hooper were you hoping we'd end up here? A front opening bra how very kind of you." He winked and made his way slowly down her body making sure to pay extra attention to her delightfully pebbled nipples.

"Not hoping Sherlock." He lifted his head and looked at her resting his chin just above the button and zip of her jeans.

"Say it."

"Praying."

Sherlock hummed and knelt up again. He slowly undid the denim garment never breaking eye contact as he slid down the bed taking her jeans and pants with him. Now on his knees he pulled her by her hips so her bum was resting on the very edge of the bed. "So wet already, really Molly." He smirked. Placing one of her legs over his shoulder Sherlock began to lick at her folds before he took that sweet bundle of nerves that made Molly shake every time he would give it a flick of his tongue. It was long before Molly came screaming his name as her walls throbbed around his long musician fingers.

After lapping up the very last of her he stood and undid his suit trousers and tossed the rest of his clothing aside. Molly pushed herself back up the bed knocking of her bra that still clung to the side of the bed in defiance. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal. And he climbed on top of her once more Molly rapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. She could taste herself on him on his lips and on his. "I love you Sherlock." She whispered a soft voice that would soon be filled with pure lust again in a matter of moments.

As her entered her, pushing himself in right to the hilt he whispered back to her the same. Before he had only ever said "ditto." And had never really got way she found it so funny seen as he refused point blank to watch 'Ghost.' But now as they moved as one she felt like crying at his words, words she never really thought she'd hear so soon. After this is Sherlock Holmes.

Molly came first and then a few deep thrusts later Sherlock came too giving out a growl that sounded like her name. The pair lay there for a moment in each another's arms. Time as ticking away and they had to get a shower get dressed, luckily an iron will take the creases out of Sherlock's cloths quick enough. 'But for now all that could wait.' Thought Molly as she snuggled into his arms even more.

"I love you Molly."

"Ditto."

THE END XX

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