Chapter 6

"Awe...baby... " Dean grinned and went over to the Impala, quickly checking to make sure she hadn't incurred any new scratches on her trip.

"You're welcome. " Meg rolled her eyes and closed the door a little too soundly, earning her a glare from Dean.

"Yeah, well... "

Sherlock stood there and observed, his brows furrowed in a mix of incredulous and distaste. He leaned over to John who'd been talking to Sam at this point.

"How will a car help? " He asked roughly.

John opened his mouth to speak, but didn't really know what to say. He just let out a breath instead. Sam chuckled and took pity on them.

"This was our father's car. We practically grew up in it. Like a family home on wheels. Still do almost live in it. It sort of grounds us. "

Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"Its...a...CAR. "

"One that we are pretty attached to. Its been through hell and back, as have we. "

"And can we please dispense with the metaphor's. "

Sam grinned big.

"Well, its only a metaphor with the car. Me and Dean... not so much. "

John was about to ask what Sam meant by that when he felt Sherlock stiffen. His eyes followed his friend's line of sight. Molly had joined Dean by the car. Her hand smoothed over the sleek black lines, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Sherlock abruptly walked away, with John staring after him.

Sherlock continued to walk until he was well away from everyone and everything. He needed to get out of there. He wasn't sure how much more he could take, and knew even less how to stop it.

He staring unseeing into the vast space surrounding the compound, as he knew he had to sort out this distracting feeling in order to be able to concentrate on the task at hand.

Sitting down, placing his back against the thick trunk of the nearest tree, he closed his eyes and went into his mind palace. We slowly walked its long halls until he came to a room he had wanted to avoid like a disease. He had no choice now. He had to enter.

The room was his memories of his night with Molly. Kept separate from the many other events of that horrible time.

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Sherlock paced Molly's small flat like a caged lion. He wanted to laugh, cry, HIT something. He couldn't get anything under control. He wasn't even in need of the pain killers Molly nicked from the hospital yet. He felt no pain. His arm was set and cast but would heal quickly enough. His head throbbed, but not painfully.

"You need to rest, Sherlock. " Molly's voice made him come to a sudden stop.

"I need to get to work. "

"You won't be able to do anything until you can focus. Let me get you a tranquilizer. It will help you get some rest. "

"I don't NEED rest. "

"Yes. You do. "

He refused the tranquilizer but gave in to Molly's urging that he lie down. She led him to her room, and dimmed the light, and left him to the quiet.

He realize he'd fallen asleep until the nightmare started.

He was in a room, surrounded by people. Hundreds of them. They were all walking around him, casting glances. All perfect ordinary looking people. He couldn't hear them laughing, but felt it deep inside. Moriarty could have had people anywhere. Everywhere. The daunting task ahead of him started to swallow him up. He'd spend the rest of his life finding these people. He'd never be able to go home again.

"Sherlock...please wake up. "

Sherlock heard Molly's soft plea through his dream and slowly opened his eyes. Dim lights cast a glow in the room, and over Molly. She was in a dressing gown, her hair damp.

"I heard you shouting when I got out of the shower. "

Sherlock tipped his head back, staring at the ceiling, still trying to breath.

"I'm sorry. "

"No need. What were you dreaming. "

"Its...fuzzy. "

"You? Miracles do happen. " Molly softly chuckled.

Sherlock scrunched his nose at her, then wiped his hands over his face before allowing his hand to drop. It landed on Molly's leg.

Her bare leg.

He'd hit her thigh where as she sat, the gown had pulled open. Instead of pulling back like he knew he should have, he cataloged just how soft her skin was. How warm. And how she wasn't doing anything to stop him.

Molly looked into Sherlock's face. He wasn't looking back, eyes still on the ceiling as his fingers softly drew designs on her leg. His eyes were glossy, darting back and forth like he was trying to find his focus. What he was doing to her physically, he wasn't intending on, she knew. But if it helped him, she would deal with it.

"Thank you...Molly. " Sherlock finally said

"For what? "

"For being you. "

She smiled sadly and went to stand, but Sherlock's hand stilled her.

His head came down so he was now looking into her eyes. Neither spoke as his fingers made their way higher up her leg, just to the edge of soft curls inside her dressing gown.

"Sherlock...what are you doing? "

"I need to focus. "

"By feeling me up? "

"I owe you my life. I also need something to focus on. We can both benefit. "

"I... "

"Don't you want me to give you pleasure, Molly? "

His head was tilted adorably, as he truly didn't seem to understand.

"I don't want you to feel you owe it to me. "

"But... "

"No... Sherlock. Don't you understand? All your research and all your chemistry. Its nothing in this. I want you, Sherlock. You know I always have. But its not about you getting me off. "

Sherlock seemed quite perplexed at that, but Molly wasn't quite finished.

"It is about being...together. Being as close to you as I can be. And because you want to, not because you feel it is a returned favor. "

He finally seemed to understand, and nodded absently. Molly once again tried to rise, until she saw Sherlock struggle to sit up. He lifted his good arm, pulling him up to sit. Or at least, propped, not quite all the way up. She moved to put another pillow behind Sherlock to help, the action causing the top of her dressing gown to part, giving Sherlock a tantalizing view. Her breasts weren't as small as he'd originally deduced, and there was one other surprise. A quick deduction told him it was nowhere near chilly enough in the room for her nipples to be that taught.

She was aroused, albeit unwillingly.

When she was done, she started to pull back, when she suddenly felt Sherlock's lips tugging at her earlobe.

"Show me, Molly. "

She pulled back the rest of the way and looked at him.

"Please... " He added, his eyes lowering to her lips.

"Sherlock... "

"I need a focus. Not a favor. "

"This isn't a good idea. "

"Perhaps not. You have always been there when I needed you. Would you deny me now? "

His voice was like silk and Molly felt it...everywhere.

She swallowed hard and moved to pull the blanket that had been over Sherlock from the waist down.

"Well, if I do this, parts of you are going to need to be more cooperative. " She said, blushing.

She reached for his belt and glanced up at him. He nodded his head in agreement, his eyes on her hands.

Once she undid his trousers and pulled them off, she finally allowed herself to look at the forbidden...well...

She bit her lip as it was completely flaccid.

"I'm sorry... " Sherlock said, not looking at her. " My mind is trained to tamp down things like arousal. "

"You can't get... "

"I assure you sure I can. "

"Is it... me. "

"Yes. "

Molly nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she pulled back.

"Molly... you misunderstand me. Please listen. "

Molly nodded but stared at her hands.

"With the exception of a fumbling first time in my youth, every time I have had sex, it has been about using. I don't want to use you. I don't want to hurt you. I care this time. And that is a little frightening. "

"You don't have to be afraid, Sherlock. "

"I'm not afraid of you. I am afraid I will hurt you. "

Molly looked into Sherlock's eyes a long while.

"I understand what this is, Sherlock. You're right. You need me. I won't deny you. Never. "

She reached down and softly ran her fingers over his manhood before taking it firmly in hand, messaging him with long slow strokes. Sherlock's breath caught as he felt blood pounding in his ears.

It didn't take long to coax him into hardness against her palm.

She moved to straddle him, resting her wet center against his hard length. She kept her eyes on his as she undid the buttons of his shirt. Opening it, she flatted her palms on his pale slightly bruised skin, like she was memorizing the feel of every tendon beneath.

"Can I... kiss you? " She asked timidly.

Sherlock smirked and she took that as a yes. The kiss started a little awkward, but quickly gave way to melting into each other. Sherlock nipped and licked at her, making her hips grind against him. Sherlock slid his lips down her neck, cupping a breast with his only good hand. His thumb circled her nipple then flicked, making her moan and grind harder.

"Come up a bit. " Sherlock said breathily. She did as asked so he could take one of the bugs between his lips to suckle, as his hand traveled to the soft nest of curls between her legs, quickly finding her swollen nub.

He circled and pressed at her nipple in mirror of what his fingers did to her. Molly had never been so turned on in her life. She rocked her hips against his fingers, adding pressure and speeding up the pace the closer she got.

Suddenly, she stopped, pulled back and kept Sherlock's gaze as she carefully slid down his length, completely surrounding his hardness. Sherlock's head fell back, and his hand gripped Molly's hip painfully as the air left his lungs like a hiss.

At a maddeningly slow pace, Molly rode him, constantly touching his chest and abdomen. He felt her tighten around him only to stop her movements or slow them even more.

Sherlock stared at her in confusion. It was like she was trying to deny herself...

She was trying to make it about him.

Sherlock knew he had to do something fast. He was close to his own release, and refused to allow Molly to go unsatisfied just to prove a bloody point!

With a growl and every ounce of strength he had, he pulled up and flipped her over. He braced his weight on his elbow, and ignored the stab of pain that sent a jolt out of his other arm.

Sherlock latched onto her neck between choppy breaths and pounded into her like his life depended on her release.

"God... Sherlock...please... " Molly reached down and dug her nails into his flexing backside, trying to get him as deep inside her as she good. It would never be deep enough.

Her nails trailed from his ass up his back, leaving thin read marks as she screamed his name, coming so hard she swore she went blind for a few seconds.

As she was coming down from her high, she reveled in the feel of Sherlock's hot breath against her face, his sweat soaked curls dampening her cheek as he alternated holding his breath and letting out little spurts of air.

He reached for her hand, lacing their fingers and started what almost sounded like a very sexy whimpering.

"Molly...I'm...help me... "

He was shaking with need and she turned to his face.

"I love you, Sherlock. Always. "

With a very deep moan, Sherlock went over the edge, almost fracturing Molly's fingers in the process. "

"Sherlock? "

Sherlock swallowed and realized he was not clasping Molly's hand, but a big clump of damp grass.

"Sherlock? Are you ok? "

Sherlock opened his eyes to find Molly standing in front of him.

"Molly... I... "

Molly looked down at him, finding it difficult to not notice the bulge in Sherlock's trousers.

"Did I interrupt something? "