Author's Note: We have the second chapter! Just to clarify, this was not written by me, HieiAijin1410. This was written by my lovely beta, LadyElayne.

Warning: This chapter has Molly having some solo fun with herself while she watches the -ehem- proceedings from the previous chapter.

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"I'll ask Molly. She never has anything to do after work, and she won't mind rushing these results right on over…"Molly grumbled; mocking the deep sound of DI Greg Lestrade's voice. Looking longingly at the clock, she bowed her head once more to her microscope; analysing two blood samples that DI Lestrade needed right away. "Why am I always such a bloody pushover with that man..? Exhaling loudly, she knows exactly why she can't say no to that man.
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When they first met, it took all the restraint Molly had not to push him down on the table and please him in every way her mouth was capable. His dark chocolate eyes were so sensual; they nearly took Molly's breath away. Watching him introduce himself was more effective than every porno she had ever seen. His lips forming the regular introductory words gave Molly an overflow of inspiration, causing her to imagine those succulent lips kissing her, tasting her. This mental image of course turned her into a blushing, stuttering school girl and left her feeling like less than the sexual being she wanted him to see her as.
Ever since she did everything in her power to be available when he needed her to be, until she found out that he was married. Recently however, she had begun to notice him looking a bit more interested when voluptuous women crossed his path. The kind of women that would likely be more than interested in a quick shag with no names…the kind of women that Molly wasn't…well, the kind of woman that everyone thought Molly wasn't.
Most women her age were interested in finding a husband to settle down with. Molly however, was more interested in finding a man with whom she could become unsettled. A man who could dominate, control and inspire her, someone she could share her whole sexual being with, and someone who would be able to accept and thoroughly enjoy the abilities and experiences a bi-sexual woman could offer them. There was something special about being with another woman. It's true that no one knows how to touch a woman, quite like another woman does. But as much as being with women aroused her, it always felt like as more of an appetizer than a main course. To fully finish, a man was needed, a strong man who could hold her down and fuck her hard and heated.

Before Lestrade came to visit the Morgue that night, Molly had planned on spending her evening at home with a glass of wine, some take away and a very long bath. She looked forward to her baths; they always worked to ease her muscles after a long day at work, and allowed her to fantasize about the lovely Lestrade…or whoever else she might have come across that day. While some prefer to masturbate as though it were akin to brushing your teeth, Molly preferred to drag it out for as long as possible. Enjoying every caress, every slow pull of her finger tips and every twitch of her muscles, truly submerging herself in the fantasy. Thoughts of how she planned to ravage her body that evening helped to pass the time before she could leave the hospital.
Of course, just an hour before it was time to lock up, Lestrade in all of his delectable glory came strolling in. All smiles and eyes, he requested that she run a lengthy blood analysis for him, licking his lips just before saying that he would need the results brought over to him tonight at NSY. Over the years, Molly had become very adept at hiding her desire for Lestrade, but she still had an overwhelming need to please him. Before she could even catch herself she told him she didn't have any plans tonight anyway and would love to help. Greg released a sigh of relief, mumbled something about her being more helpful than Sherley… Sherl…something; she couldn't quite hear that last part. Taking a deep breath she picked up the samples and got to work.
Nearly 4 hours later, Molly was finally closing up the Lab so she could quickly drop off the results and get home. Her fantasies would just have to wait another day. Molly was never one for just a quick rub off.

Dragging her tired body out of the elevator at NSY, she's trying to recall exactly where Lestrade's office is when she hears his deep, sensual voice coming from the opposite corner of the large darkened room. Weaving her way in between desks and cubicles she walks over to the door and prepares to knock but then she hears something that causes her body to immediately react. Panties become moist, labia swells and her heart beats just a bit harder at hearing the most delectable voice on the other side of Lestrades door saying,
"You do care about more than my brain."
Molly freezes briefly before she hears a chair move and someone begin to walk around in Greg's office. Thinking they have heard her, she quickly steps back a bit bumping into one of the desks. Daring herself to peek through a gap in the blinds she sees the most beautiful man she could have ever imagined swaying a bit as he moves over to Lestrade. Possibly drunk, or high, his movements are wobbly and uncertain, but oddly still overwhelmingly sexy.
"You care about a lot more than that, actually . . ." His voice is like auditory pornography, causing her already swollen clit to begin to throb. Her panties are so wet she can feel it slipping down her legs, she squeezes her thighs together in hopes of relieving a bit of her tension.
" I infuriate you. I antagonize your officers and make you feel inferior. I announce all your secrets to the world and then laugh at the perplexed look on your face. . I cause you endless amounts of trouble, yet you can't stop employing me because I'm the only ace up your sleeve. You need me."
Molly watches as this dark beauty wavers a bit then slinks around Lestrades desk and places his lips next to Greg's ear. Frozen in sexual purgatory, Molly is incapable of any movement except for the rhythmic flexing of her thigh and PC muscles as she watches what might be the most erotic moment of her life. Now that the vocal angel has stopped speaking, his words finally dawn on her…"Greg can't possibly be gay, can he?" a small twinge in the pit of her stomach causes her to regret what she may never get to taste. Seeing Greg become a bit fidgety and a beautiful blush creep up his neck into his cheeks, she finds the idea both ridiculously arousing and a bit depressing. She may never get the opportunity to participate in his pleasure. Out of nowhere Lestrade jumps nearly out of his chair, forcing it backwards away from the brunette beauty, yelling.
"Sherlock, that's absurd! I'm married, for God's sake."
'Sherlock, YES! That's what Greg said earlier!' Figuring this conversation is just about over now, she begins to gather her items to approach the office door. Before she could even pick up her purse she hears Sherlock say.
"Yes and your wife is a serial adulterer whom you have not slept with in eight months." Leaving her items behind she leans closer to the glass and sees Lestrade clearly aroused by Sherlock who is now hovering over his chair, trapping him. This scene is like oxygen to the fire between her legs. Completely blanketed in the darkness of the room, she knew that if she was quiet, they would never know she was there. The pressure of sitting on the desk adds a wonderful jolt up her spine causing her clit to jump. Reaching down her body and into her trousers, she grazes the outside of her panties with her finger nail. Immediately feeling the soaked satin just enhances the burning need between her legs. Situated perfectly to see and hear the action in the office she keeps her eyes on the two beauties in front of her. Her right hand slowly slides across the crease between her labia through the moist satin. She hears Lestrade trying to sound firm saying
"I don't know how you know that and frankly I don't want to know, but that doesn't make your statement any less ridiculous. I do not want you. I consider you a colleague and maybe even a friend."
Molly now expecting the scene to end once again begins to pull her hand from her aching clit.
"Then why are you half hard from my proximity alone?" Sherlock says
"'Oh..god..'" Molly breaths; the mere thought of these two sensual beings together causes her muscles to shudder around her fingers, abruptly stopping her movements. She tries to fight back the urge to come at the thought of Lestrades hard erection.
"Look, whatever you're implying—"
"I'm not implying anything." Sherlock tells Greg, leaning further towards him causing Greg to push back in his chair.
"I'm telling you what you already know yet stupidly refuse to acknowledge. You. Want. Me. You've wanted me from the moment you laid eyes on me. I saw it in your rapid breathing and the way you couldn't stop fidgeting. It's why you keep consulting me even though your supervisor would never approve. It's why you pull so many strings to keep me out of prison. It's why you're now fully hard and squirming in your chair like a schoolboy. You care a great deal about my brain, but I'd venture to say you care just as much about my body. I am tired of waiting Lestrade. I'm ready to do something about it"
Finally taking in the beauty that is Sherlock, Molly sees a tall slender man with gorgeous brunette curls and eyes that would mystify the sea. They were a beautiful glassy grey green that sparkled with sin as he looked longingly at Lestrade. His mouth was partially opened and as if waiting for everyone to pay attention, his soft moist tongue glides slowly across his bottom lip.
Molly reaches her left hand up to her mouth, moistening her index finger then dragging it slowly across her bottom lip; imagining Sherlock's tongue on her mouth, in her mouth… in her. Her right hand has given up the torturous light touching and has now plunged into her panties and is slowly rubbing around her hard clit. Not touching it just yet, but teasing the little nub with the sides of her fingers; dragging them slowly along her wet opening. Glancing at Lestrade she notices that his cheeks become a bit red, he is breathing just as heavily as she is and it's painfully obvious that Lestrade has a rather nice erection forming in his pants. Wanting that beautiful cock to fill her up she slowly slides two fingers deep inside her wet, hungry fissure. Biting back a moan, she brings her bottom lip into her mouth, sucking on it as her left hand begins to graze her right breast. Momentarily becoming lost in her own arousal, she hears Greg exclaim,
"Sherlock, what the hell are you doing?" Forcing her eyes open she sees Sherlock climb on top of Lestrade in his desk chair, Sherlock's knees on either side of Lestrades thighs. Sherlock breathes heavily, saying
"I'm going to make you a deal." All motion inside as well as outside the office has stopped, waiting to hear what this proposition could be. Watching as Sherlock slowly grinds his hips into Lestrade he says
"I will stay off drugs for one entire month," Molly strains to hear the rest of this deal. Watching as Sherlock gets closer to Lestrades ear, he whispers something that Molly can't quite make out and for a brief moment Lestrade stops breathing. Then he tries to utter
"Sh—" swallowing and taking a deep shuddering breath he continues;
"Sherlock, I am not going to have sex with you while you're on drugs. You're not yourself right now."
An unbelievably sexy half smile starts to form as Sherlock says, "Aren't I?"
An immediate change occurs in Sherlock's demeanor. He becomes graceful and catlike, the glassy sheen is gone from his eyes and he simply looks like liquid sin, draped across Lestrade's lap.
"How the fuck did you sober up in an instant?" Lestrade exclaims.
"I was sober from the very start. Do keep up." Again that cocky half smile as Sherlock gauges the reaction from Lestrade.
"You . . . you pretended to be drugged out of your mind because you knew the officers would bring you to me." Lestrade exclaims.
"Very good. It seems you're not a complete waste as a detective after all." Sherlock states as though it was completely obvious.
"But why? Why the hell would you do that?"
"I deduced that if you saw me in a seemingly hazardous state enough times, your inherently protective nature would dictate that you must interfere. You would beg me to stop, and if pressed you'd be willing to make a deal with me. And as you can see, you are currently being pressed quite brutally."
Watching from outside, Molly hadn't even begun to truly abuse herself, lost in the erotic back and forth between the two men. But seeing Sherlock finish his evidence, then heavily grind onto Lestrades lap was hot enough to cause her clit to twitch to life once again, and moisture to rain down her fingers. A loud, throaty moan escapes Lestrade sending visible chills down Sherlock's spine and Molly's as well. Slipping two fingers back inside her she begins to just graze her clit with her thumb while her left hand is under her shirt rolling her right nipple in between her fingers.
"Fuck that feels good," Lestrade breathes
Smiling at the irony of his words hearing them tainted by lust causes a heated chill to rush down Molly's spine shooting directly into her clit. Breathing heavily, but trying to keep quiet, her eyes roll back in her head as her slick fingers glide across her painfully hard clit.
"I know it does", Sherlock whispers…."So, do we have a deal?"
Molly sates her breathing momentarily to wait for the answer she so hopes to hear. Her fingers slowed and are teasing her pussy slowly dragging the crease between two fingers across her clit and down into her. Then oh so slowly repeating by dragging them out again and again; going so softly she can barely stand it, wanting to come so much, but needing to see these two do what she hoped they were about to do.
"I said: Do. We. Have. A. Deal." Sherlock said grinding into Lestrade with each word.
Using her fingers hard on her clit, with each grinding of Sherlock's hips she pressed hard causing her to begin rocking in a corresponding motion. Looking up at Lestrades face, she sees him lost in the beautiful agony of his lust for Sherlock, and he grabs Sherlock's shirt and quickly presses their lips together. Seeing Sherlock pause briefly, Molly stops moving, thinking that once again these two were going to pull apart. But then Sherlock, overwhelmed by his lust for the man underneath him begins to devour Lestrade; lips and tongue in a maddening dance; all before Molly's envious eyes.
Her eyes glued to the image before her, her hands began to explore her body with more intensity. Watching as Sherlock drew his lips along Lestrade's neck; Molly reaches her hand up and lightly claws at the corresponding place on her throat. Her breathing hitches a bit as her thumb slides over her clit while she imagines being in the middle of these two eager bodies.
"Too much clothing," he muttered irritably. "We're wearing far too much clothing."
Molly's breath stops at the thought of seeing the man she has coveted for years, completely unsheathed and in the flesh should have been enough to send her over the edge all by itself, but add the statuesque beauty of Sherlock and the fact that they are in the process of molesting each other in the most erotic ways possible and that's all it took. Throwing her head back she feels her hair slightly tickle the back of her arms through her shirt. The air must have come on because a slight breeze flutters through the room, sending a chill across her exposed flesh, making her aroused nipples harder as the first wave of orgasm grips her body. Her muscles contract around her wet fingers, moving harder and faster they press deep into her, the crease of her thumb milking the orgasm out of her. Relaxing briefly; she takes a much needed breath and lifts her head to see two impossibly beautiful erections that reflect each man perfectly.
Sherlock while tall and lithe had an almost perfect erection, as though made of milky glass. Long and thick it stood out from his dark curls, just waiting for Lestrade to surround it with his warmth. Lestrade, while still clothed, had a noticeably darker penis thrusting through his jeans, but just as beautiful. Thick and strong it made Molly's mouth water at the thought of taking him deep into her mouth. After her first orgasm washed over her, she momentarily tossed around the idea of leaving quietly…that was until she saw the power that had been hiding in Lestrades pants. Needing to see more, she remained frozen, sitting on the desk, waiting for the next step in this erotic drama.
"Sherlock, slow down, we have to get you ready."
"Already taken care of. Feel for yourself."
Lost in the unbelievably hot dialogue, Molly can't exactly understand what Lestrade means by "getting ready" But as she sees Lestrade reach down and lightly touch Sherlock's inviting arse it dawns on her. Surprisingly hot, she damn near comes all over herself again just imagining Lestrades hot prick sliding into Sherlock's tight hole.
"You mean to tell me you prepared yourself before you let those officers arrest you in anticipation of me agreeing to fuck you? And then you sat across from me, pretending to be on drugs, with an arse full of lube for fifteen minutes?" Lestrade says
"Precisely."
Molly thinks back to the first part of this escapade and chills climb up her spine as she imagines Sherlock slowly preparing himself earlier that evening. That image is enough to make her body convulse once again around the fingers she never actually moved from her wet clit. Without even sliding fingers over flesh, the idea of Sherlock touching himself, fingering his needy hole, and wrapping those beautiful fingers around that exquisite erection was overwhelmingly hot, causing Molly to bite her tongue hard before allowing the rather loud moan to escape her body as the power of coming hard grip her again. The afterglow of this second orgasm now leaving her whole body shaking requires her to fully sit on the desk behind her, pulling her trousers and panties down far enough to ease her bare arse next to the keyboard. Moving personal items out of the way, she leans against the rather old, boxy computer monitor for support as she pulls a tissue from the box on the desk to clean herself up a bit.
Tossing the tissue into her open purse she glances up and sees Sherlock rising up on Lestrade's lap with his hands holding the inspectors broad shoulders. Quickly, Lestrade grabs Sherlock's hips and forces himself into Sherlock, one smooth motion causing the two men to moan and groan loudly as though they had been waiting years to finally be in this position. Molly's work with the tissue has become futile as her body twitches once again. Wetter than she has ever been before and surprisingly her clit is so hard she can't get to it fast enough. Propping up her leg on the desk, she spreads herself wider thrusting her fingers as deep inside her hot body as she can. Using the meat of her palm to stroke the hard nub of her clit, she has to bite her lips to keep from moaning repeatedly.
Somewhat surprised at Sherlock's response to the deep thrust of Lestrades perfect penis, he asks "Are you all right?"
"Oh God swear, Lestrade, if you don't start moving—"
In response to Sherlock's sexual demand, Molly sees Lestrade grip Sherlock's hips hard and raises him up then slams him down, Lestrade's cock going deep into Sherlock.
"Always so demanding. By the way, I think it's all right for you to call me Greg now."
Smiling at this Molly nearly thinks that screaming Lestrade in bed might be sexier than Greg, but either way would be perfectly fine with her.
"Well, Greg, kindly fuck me harder."
Unblinking Molly stares at the gripping scene before her; Lestrade has positioned his body so that he can drive hard into Sherlock causing the most arousing sounds to escape that majestic throat. Both men are moaning and growling in the throes of ecstasy, groaning each other's names as they scratch and claw at each other gaining speed and friction. Unable to tear her eyes away from them, Molly begins to fuck herself just as hard as she can imagine Sherlock is being fucked. Thinking of how it would be in feel Lestrades thick cock sliding inside her, pushing her up so that all her weight is pressed where her body joins his. Keeping his smooth, hot erection deep inside her, then lifting a bit as he quickly pulls out and shoves it back in so deep. Driving her index and middle finger inside her hot cunt, she swiftly ads a third and rams her hand hard against her lips, pressing her clit with each thrust, squeezing her muscles and rocking her hips. Throwing her head back a deep tortured moan escapes her dry lips as she hears Lestrade groan,
"Fuck, oh, fuck, Sherlock, that's good. Just like that."
"It's not enough" Sherlock responds "It's never going to be enough. I need more, harder and faster and more. I need to feel you burning inside of me for days. I need it, Greg. I need you to fuck the thinking out of me."
Lestrades reaction to these heated words couldn't be more arousing if it were scripted. Pushing Sherlock off of him, he throws him on his desk, pushing him back, he grabs Sherlock's hips and fucks him harder than Molly could have imagined in her best wet day dream. The way she was positioned, sprawled out on the desk, she was just inside the darkness but right outside the office window. A rather large gap in the blinds allowed her the perfect position, so now with her head tilted back, she sees Lestrade pounding into Sherlock's greedy ass, and his face is perfectly visible and terribly arousing.
Warm brown eyes are now drenched in lust as he tilts his head back just enough to show beads of sweat trailing down his neck. Sherlock's legs are resting over Lestrade's shoulder's and Lestrade actually licks up Sherlock's knee sending an unbelievable clenching straight to Molly's clit. Wanting so badly to close her eyes, to relax enough to come, she is incapable of tearing her eyes away from Lestrade's. Bowing his head a bit, she sees Lestrade watching the spot where his body enters Sherlock's, causing him to tilt his hips harder and forces a brutal moan to escape all of them. A frustrated groan escapes Molly as she is lost in her own pleasure, but not coming. Her clit is so swollen and tender and there is a beautiful burn building up in between her legs, but usually by now she would have come…removing her hand briefly she drags it up her body and sticks her index finger into her mouth; tasting her own nectar usually gives her the needed push from agony to ecstasy, as her eyes open, but before she takes her finger from her mouth, she focuses on Lestrade and he is staring directly into her eyes. His expression is coated in sin, his brows tighten and a beautiful crease forms between them, his eyelids heavy he blinks slowly, despite the hard fucking he is giving Sherlock's writhing body. His lips are full and swollen and his soft tongue slides over his bottom lip as he tilts his head up a bit, closing his eyes, curling his top lip he actually growls.
Molly feels his chocolate stare all through her body, knowing that he didn't really see her, she was more aroused by it than embarrassed at the thought of him actually seeing her. His face usually so calm and serene now looks like sex incarnate, every sexual image she had ever seen paled in comparison to those few seconds. Throwing her head back she quickly gyrates on her hand one more, rubbing her hips hard against the meat of her palm she drags from her hard clit all the way to her hungry void begging to be filled. Repeatedly rubbing her clit hard and fast her pussy drips even more, diving her fingers in hard and deep she rocks hard against them, her ass slipping in her own juices that have spread on the desk. Glancing up she sees Lestrade's strong hands grip Sherlock's smooth prick and begin to pull in time with his thrusts. Sherlock screams, sending chills and twitches to her nipples, clit and PC muscles gripping her hand deep inside her. Her body is on fire, burning to come as she sees Lestrade please Sherlock so selflessly. Allowing herself to moan she feels the burn becoming stronger and stronger, knowing that this orgasm will be very hard to keep quiet she grabs the nearest thing and shoves it in her mouth. Biting down hard she hears Sherlock groan and growl loud and deep, looking up she sees his prick erupt all over Lestrade's fingers and coating his smooth abdomen as Lestrade continues to pound deep into Sherlock.
Knowing that Sherlock's body was clenching and twitching Molly drags her gaze up Lestrade's body to his eyes, the crease between his brows become more pronounced, his mouth slacks open just enough to allow a loud agonising moan to escape, his whole body slows as he comes deep inside Sherlock.
Every nerve in Molly's body is raw and screaming for release. Seeing Lestrades brow furrow her legs tremble, her fingers twitch uncontrollably and her teeth clamp down on the soft foam in her mouth. Her mind screaming ' OH God…Jesus…FUCK!' She throws back her head and feels her clit twitch rhythmically; her cunt squeezes her fingers and her pelvis rocks hard and quick. The fire centered in her clit begins to feel hotter and wetter than she has ever felt. As the orgasm continues to rock through her body she gyrates on the hard wood of the desk, holding on with both hands as her hot pussy explodes. Hot juices run down the desk and onto the floor, trying so hard not to scream Molly is completely overcome by the most powerful, longest orgasm of her life. After she feels the waterfall of stimulation begin to subside, she removes the squishy toy from her mouth and gulps in a deep breath. Looking down she sees what remains of a stress ball in the form of a large capital A, except now it has distinct teeth impressions and is torn mostly in half; tossing it into her purse on the floor she sits upright and takes her leg off the desk. Her shaking hands reach to pull up her panties and trousers when she sees the mess she has made. Her panties are completely soaked, the crotch of her trousers and the ankle of the socked foot she had propped up on the desk. Pulling up her wet clothing she turns and sees the desk is covered in her come. Grabbing a few tissues from the tissue box she frantically does her best to clean up. Glancing in Lestrade's office she hears Lestrade exclaim,
"Um, let me think. YES. That was bloody amazing!"
Knowing that the men will soon be paying more attention to their surroundings she grabs the tissues, stress ball and purse and leaves the room as quickly and quietly as possible. Getting into the elevator she starts to giggle, completely wiped of all energy and needing both a shower and sleep she is not capable of much more than climbing into a cab to get home. After a long shower she climbs into her bed, her body still overcome in sensation and shaky. Closing her eyes images of Lestrade in mid orgasm pop into her head; out of the blue she jumps up and yells, "Oh my GOD! I Left the files on the desk!"