One more chapter afer this one. Hope it's hot enough for ya, lol!

Molly wasn't entirely sure she was still awake, that she hadn't fallen and hit her head or something, because how could it possibly be real, what was happening right now in Sherlock's bedroom? She'd run off to the bathroom to try and stop her tears from falling, seen herself in the mirror and been so overcome with revulsion at the sight of herself, trying so hard to impress a man who (she'd thought) couldn't care less about her, that before she'd realized what she was doing she'd wiped off her lipstick and removed the dress, crumpling it up and tossing it to the floor.

Then John had knocked, asking if she was all right, and she'd opened the door to him, heedless of her state of undress. A state that was currently even less than it had been, since Sherlock had removed her bra and John was kneeling on the floor, sliding her knickers down to her ankles and tossing them to one side before pressing a series of damp, open-mouthed kisses to her stocking-clad thighs.

Oh, yes, this was real; no dream, no fantasy could possibly feel this good. John's tongue on her pussy, Sherlock's mouth on her neck and those long, clever fingers of his teasing her nipples...ooohhh yesssss, far, far too lovely feeling to possibly be imaginary. She moaned the words aloud as John's tongue flicked across her clit, and she felt a gentle pressure on her thighs as he urged her to spread her legs further apart, allowing him better access. His hands moved up to cup her arse, or at least one of them did; the other seemed to be moving a bit higher, not only ghosting across her body but…

"Fuck!" she heard Sherlock spit out as John's hand apparently cupped the other man's cock through his trousers. Molly felt the brush of John's knuckles across her lower back, and the knowledge that he was entering into this as wholeheartedly as she and Sherlock were was enough to bring her over the edge. She moaned more than one half-finished swearword as she felt her orgasm flowing over her.

Her knees buckled as she cried out, but Sherlock's strong arms slipped around her waist, holding her upright as John jumped back to his feet and began stripping off his clothes with a swiftness and efficiency Molly would have admired had she had two functioning brain cells to rub together.

She was able, however, to admire the equally swift and efficient way in which Sherlock swept her up into his arms and laid her down on his bed, covering her body with his own and kissing her breathless. Then he lifted himself up, Molly keening a bit in disappointment which turned to a squeal of pleasure as John replaced Sherlock, his now-naked form pressing against hers in a very, very nice way. She groped her way down his body as he kissed her with as much passion and enthusiasm as Sherlock just had, his tongue delving into her mouth and drawing a moan from between her lips as she tasted herself on his lips. She loved it, how primal and musky it was, how fearless John was about everything tonight, and knew she couldn't wait to feel him inside her.

She reached down between them, widening her legs as she took his lovely, thick cock into her hand, stroking it from base to tip, running her thumb over his foreskin and teasing it over the head, feeling the pooling moisture that signaled his readiness for more. "John, please," she murmured. "I want you, please…"

He needed no further encouragement. "Condom?" he gasped out, looking blindly around the room. As if Sherlock had them stashed away in his nightstand the way most men did.

"No need, John," Sherlock replied as he resettled himself on the bed and ghosting his palms over Molly's breasts. "You haven't had unprotected sex since you were a teenager, I haven't had any sex at all since uni, Molly has been in the midst of what she would no doubt term a 'dry spell' for the past eighteen months, coincidentally enough the exact length of time we've known one another…"

She could feel his smirk and didn't even try to resist the urge; she smacked him on the shoulder. "You git! Shut it!"

He ignored her, of course, and continued speaking, lightly pinching her nipples and nuzzling wet, open-mouthed kisses along her throat in between words. "She has a…mmm…birth control…implant…no worries there. But if you…mmmm, Molly, your throat really is quite delectable, I'm sorry I never told you that before – if you're still concerned, John, you'll have to…ungghgh!" He cut off his words with a strangled sound as Molly reached down and slid the palm of her hand over the head of his cock.

"Sorry," Molly said sweetly as she continued rub the slick, wet head of his cock while he bit down on her neck and made gasping noises. "Did I interrupt?"

Part of her wondered where she'd found the courage – the balls, she thought with a giggle – to be so bold with him, but the fact that she was in bed with two men who clearly wanted her was answer enough. Well, that and the fact that for once in her life she had the upper hand where Sherlock Holmes was concerned. So to speak.

Now, if John would just make up his mind… "John? Do you want to run upstairs? I don't mind, really."

"Mmm, no, John, we don't mind," Sherlock echoed, finally removing his mouth from Molly's body. "Just be sure to hurry back." His voice lowered to a deeper register, raising goosebumps along Molly's flesh as he added, "Just don't blame us if we keep going without you."

Even in the darkness of the room Molly could swear she saw John's eyes flashing with lust as he dove back onto the bed, his hand between Molly's thighs and his lips nuzzling her throat opposite Sherlock's mouth. He nudged the taller man over and repositioned himself on top of Molly, who moaned and writhed beneath him, loving the feel of the two of them lightly jostling for position on top of and beside her. Then John removed his fingers and positioned his cock, pushing deep inside her with a satisfied grunt that Molly echoed.

She felt no disappointment that it was John fucking her rather than Sherlock; instead, she eagerly thrust her hips up to meet the demanding rhythm he set. The fact that Sherlock was going to do the same to her, probably just as soon as John climaxed inside her, brought a gush of heat and moisture to her center, and she turned her head blindly to plant several kisses on Sherlock's face. He raised himself up and guided her lips to his; she could feel, his leg against hers and reached down to grasp his cock in her hand, wondering distractedly if it was actually as big and thick as it seemed to be, or if it was just because her hands were relatively small.

"Nine and a half inches," Sherlock whispered in her ear, while John nipped at the other. "And I know you can handle every inch of it, Molly. And John will, too, eventually. I'm looking forward to that just as much as I'm looking forward to fucking you." Then he kissed her, a deep kiss, tongues tangled and mouths groping for each other. He reached up and tugged John's head over so that he could kiss the other man as soon as he and Molly separated, and she raised her leg to wrap it around John's pistoning hips and drive him deeper into her hot, wet core.

Sherlock slipped a hand between their joined bodies, rubbing a finger against her clit as John continued to thrust into her. She cried out as her orgasm washed over her in a sudden, overwhelming tide, one hand unconsciously squeezing Sherlock's cock tighter and the other digging into John's shoulder as he bit down on her neck. When she inspected herself the next morning she would discover that both men had left marks all over her body, and would glory in that sight, but for now all she did was moan and gasp and buck against John's body until his own orgasm brought him moaning her name and swearing like the proverbial sailor as Sherlock circled his fingers around the other man's cock and massaged his balls.

He had the courtesy to wait until John had stopped shuddering and had given Molly a tender kiss before physically pushing the other man off her body and replacing it with his own

Molly could feel his heated gaze as he leaned down and whispered in her ear, "My turn, Molly. Oh, and Merry Christmas." Then he slowly, carefully began to push his way inside her.