You know on a long story like this I run out of things to say at the start of each chapter, plus Ben's been really quite at the moment with his filming of Dr Strange so not a lot to comment on there. I suppose I'll just end with a thank you for your reviews and let you read on

Chapter 15

It was just before five when they arrived at the golf club. Luckily non-members were allowed in the public bar and restaurant so Sherlock bought them both a drink and booked a table for dinner. Molly was glad she had worn a skirt and top rather than jeans today as the club was definitely up market.

'Is Hugh here?' Molly asked as Sherlock passed her a glass of wine.

'I don't know yet, I've enquired at the bar and they're checking the course register and the member's lounge for me. In the meantime if you want to order some food you should.'

'Are you not eating?'

Sherlock carried on his surveillance of the bar area, 'no. You go ahead, I ate at breakfast.'

Molly huffed but decided against a row over how much food he'd eaten that day. She wasn't his mother. She perused the menu and chose a Salmon Pasta dish.

She had to admit the food at the golf club was exceptional; it came out smelling delicious with smoked salmon pieces in a creamy but not too heavy sauce. She moaned at the first bite and noticed Sherlock's eyes flick back to her momentarily and his Adam's apples bobbed as he swallowed.

She couldn't help the smile that spread across her face at his obvious reaction to her. How had this even happened that the 'cold and uncaring' Sherlock Holmes was suddenly so affected...and by her?

She couldn't resist pushing her shoe off and letting her foot slide up his leg. Again his eyes came back to her his face quizzical; that was until her foot moved against his crotch. Molly was lucky that the table they'd sat at was quite small and quite private otherwise she wouldn't have been able to reach and certainly wouldn't have felt brave enough.

She used her foot to massage him. She could feel him responding to her, his eyes were also widening and he hissed at her to stop. He made no effort to move away though. As she rubbed her foot up the growing length of him she saw his eyes roll back in his head a little and he bit on his lip which caused a spike of lust to rush through her. She was beginning to wonder if she should have started this when there was no immediate possibility of ending it.

They were interrupted however when the steward from the bar came over to advise them that Mr Bennett had now finished his round of golf.

'Mister Holmes, Mr Bennett has said he's happy for you to join him in the member's bar. If you'd like to follow me.'

'Do you want me to come with you?' Molly asked Sherlock not sure if he would after the debacle at Melissa's house,

He frowned, 'yes, of course. Why wouldn't I? Come on.'

Molly picked up her glass and coat and followed them out. Poor Sherlock had had to put his Belstaff back on in order to help mask his current 'condition'.

The first thing that struck Molly about the member's bar was how many more men there were in there than in the public bar. It was a sea of white, middle aged and elderly men and Molly already didn't like the place.

She recognised Hugh Bennett from the church outing and he came forward and greeted Sherlock like an old friend whilst ignoring Molly's very existence. It was only when Sherlock formally introduced her that he gave her any attention and that was only to slowly look her up and down obviously and lewdly assessing her looks and body. Sherlock continued in his introduction, 'Doctor Hooper is not only a renowned pathologist but she's also my partner.' He placed an arm possessively around her waist and the older man immediately stopped his leering.

Hugh bought a round of drinks before asking them what they wanted.

Sherlock didn't pull any punches. 'Where is Lily being kept? Because I will find her and when I do you will be the one charged with grooming her and with her abduction.'

Hugh almost spat his drink out turning an unattractive shade of puce, 'bloody hell man I don't know what you're talking about. The young tart has just run away as I told you when we first met.'

'You see that's what you want people to think but in her diary she talks of conversations with an obviously older man. There is no one else in her life who would have had that level of access and trust. Not only did you arrange for her abduction you targeted her from the moment you met her mother, she is the very reason you married Melissa in the first place.'

Hugh looked around making sure they weren't being overheard, 'you're mad. Absolutely mad and you have no proof. I'm a respected member of this community with some very influential connections back in London. I'm a regular church goer and a governor at the local school dammit.'

'Oh yes, you're very religious. That much is obvious. Do you pray regularly to your 'God'? And what exactly do those prayers entail...because I'm thinking its Virgin and animal sacrifice. As for your credentials and connections your time is nearly up. The fraud charges around your business are being drawn up as we speak and soon there'll be no one out there prepared to speak up for you.'

For a moment Molly thought Hugh was going to hit Sherlock. Sherlock obviously had the same concern as he shifted his stance so he was shielding Molly.

'Get out, just get out. You are no longer welcome here.' He turned to the bar steward and signalled him over but Sherlock just downed his drink and turned towards the door, 'don't worry we can show ourselves out. Enjoy your time here, whilst you still can. Good day.'

He took Molly's elbow and guided them out into the foyer. The reception desk was empty for once and he looked down one of the corridors away from the bar and restaurant.

'What is it? What are you looking for?' Molly whispered looking behind them to make sure they weren't being followed.

He bent to whisper in her ear, 'I'm looking for somewhere to fuck you.' Molly gasped and tried to make her brain work enough to think of something to say. Again he took her elbow and steered her down the corridor checking the door handles to rooms as they went. Finally one opened and he dragged Molly into the darkened room before closing the door behind them.

He spun her round and pushed her against the wall at the side of the door before launching into a bruising kiss. His hands were already pulling her skirt up his thumbs hooking round the sides of her knickers before dragging them down, 'you think you can tease me and get away with it, Molly Hooper.'

His mouth left hers and moved to her neck and throat. All Molly could do was try to repress a groan as he slid two fingers into her wet cunt, her hands tangled into his hair trying to keep herself upright. He moved his thumb to slide in circles around her clit and Molly had never felt so aroused so fast in her life. She was acutely aware that they could be discovered at any moment and it just seemed to make her even more turned on.

She let out a low whine when he removed his hand but the sound of his zip had her squirming in anticipation. He lifted her off the floor and she helped to guide him into her; desperate to feel him filling her. She could hear herself repeating ohgodohgodohgod over and over as he started to move against her.

Once again he captured her mouth, his tongue fighting with hers. Molly had never felt more animalistic, this was all heat and passion. All she cared about was reaching her orgasm and him his. The thought that he was fucking her hard had her wanting to scream his name and keeping quiet was becoming increasingly difficult.

He slid one hand up and under her top and squeezed her breast hard, pinching on her nipple and the sensation was too much for her. She came with a cry that he swallowed with his mouth; capturing her lips once more. A moment later and he joined her, his fingers digging into her buttocks as he gave a final juddering thrust.

Molly was still breathing heavily even as he lowered her back to the floor, his forehead resting on hers their eyes locked together.

Gradually he pulled away, leaning on the wall next to her whist he did his trousers back up, 'God Molly what have you done to me!'

'I don't know, but if that's the result remind me to do it to you more often.' She giggled as she looked sideways at him. She turned towards him, 'you don't regret it do you; us getting together I mean.'

He cupped her face with his thumb sliding across her cheek, 'I thought I'd learnt to live without it. I thought I didn't need sex or a relationship but I'm beginning to see how wrong I was.'

Molly made an exaggerated shocked face, 'sorry, Sherlock Holmes was wrong! Call the papers, front page headline.'

He frowned and pushed off the wall, 'I was trying to be honest. I won't bother next time.'

Molly grinned in the face of his sulking and grabbed his hand pulling him back to her, 'I'm sorry, that was sweet.' She stood on her tiptoes so she could kiss him lightly.

'Did you just call me sweet?'

'I may have...does that mean you have to punish me again?' Molly smiled slyly and he swatted her backside before opening the door. They left the room giggling only to be confronted by a severe looking female member of staff as she walked down the corridor.

'I'm sorry what exactly were you doing in there? These rooms are private. Are you members?' She opened the door and scanned the darkened room as if checking for evidence of a theft.

'We were just looking around, seeing if we wanted to join. I'm not sure it's our thing though. Thanks anyway.' Sherlock grabbed Molly's hand and led her back to the reception area and out of the main doors even as the woman followed tutting and commenting to the newly returned receptionist about being more careful in future.

It was getting dark by the time they left and Sherlock reluctantly concluded that they would have to wait until the following day before they checked the woods. By the time they got back to the pub it was late and Sherlock refused a drink in lieu of needing time in his mind palace. He lay on the bed next to Molly as she read her book and she couldn't help but glance over at him every so often and smile happily to herself about how well things seemed to be going between them.

Back soon with the next update. There's a shock in store!