Things get a little rough and controlling and sexually here, folks. Hope you don't mind.

I own nothing in the Sherlock or Supernatural worlds. If I did, I would damned well keep them to myself! LOL

Chapter 7

Sherlock looked briefly to Molly's face, who was busy trying to to smile. He turned his head, and pursed his lips like a child caught in a lie.

"Well? Did you need to me to leave you to your...thoughts? " Molly offered lightly.

"Not funny. "

"I thought you said you tamped that kind of thing down? Pardon the pun "

"I do. "

"Apparently not. You are... " Molly forced herself to stop looking down at the familiar bulge, as she tried desperately not to react to it.

Too late.

Sherlock turned his head to her to put her in her place but the deductions slammed into him like a thousand knives.

Pupils dilated, nipples erect. Legs clamped and slowly rubbing against the other. Hands in fists at her side. Lower lip drawn between her teeth. Vein in neck throbbing.

He couldn't have helped the self satisfied smirk that crossed his face if he tried.

Truth, he didn't try that hard.

"It seems you are my Achilles heel, Miss Hooper. "

"I am not YOUR anything. "

"Aren't you? "

Molly closed her eyes and took a breath.

"You are simply behaving this way because you don't like me being close to Dean. "

"And you are getting close to Dean trying to make me jealous. "

"Are you? "

"Jealous? "

"Yes. "

"Of course not. Even if you were to bed that imbecile, I know you will see me. Feel me inside you. "

Molly turned on her heel to leave when Sherlock came up quickly, pressing her to the tree he'd been leaning against. He pressed his hardness against her backside as his voice invaded her senses.

"Won't you, Molly? "

"No. Sherlock let me... "

"No? I see. So if I slip my fingers into your trousers, I won't find you already hot and wet for me? Aching for me to make you come? "

"Sherlock... please... "

"You have enjoyed making me angry. Playing the vixen. Game is over now, Molly. Ah, what is this? " He smiles as her hips grind against him.

"You like this... "

"Sherlock... " Molly swore if he said one more sexy word she was going to orgasm on the spot just from the vibrations of his voice.

"Sherlock...what? What do you want, Molly. "

"I want to leave. "

On instinct, Sherlock grasped a fist full of her hair and yanked, not hard enough to hurt her but enough to drive her crazy. His other hand pressed against the juncture of her legs, kneading in hard, slow motions.

"Don't lie to me, Molly. "

"Im... "

"Don't compound a lie with another or I will leave you in this state. You like this, yes? "

"Damn it, Sherlock.. "

"Yes... or... no. "

"YES! Ok... just... please... "

"Please, what? "

"You know. "

"I need you to tell me. "

"Just fuck me, ok? "

Sherlock spun her around and took her hand, leading her off to a small building... a shed like one several yards away.

Once inside, he closed the door, leaving little light in the small room. The only inside was Mycrofts sleek black car.

It was too delicious to resist!

Sherlock pressed Molly against the hood of the car. He made quick work of her trousers, slipping them off and tossing them to the side. He pulled up her shirt and bra at the same time, just enough to bare her to him. He lowered his head, taking one hard nipple between his teeth, swirling the tip with his tongue before giving the other the same treatment.

" Sherlock, please... "

Sherlock lifted his head.

"Ah, my dear Molly... you must suffer for treating me such. "

"Suffer? God, Sherlock don't leave me like this! Please! "

"That, my girl... will be up to you. "

"What ... I won't flirt with Dean any more. "

"That's a start. " He allowed, dipping his tongue into her naval.

"What...What else do you want. Please...anything. I just need you inside me. "

"Soon, sweet. "

Sherlock rose above her to her side and kissed her deeply. Molly's hands went into his curls and she turned, trying to get closer to him when she suddenly felt a sharp sting below.

She jerked her face from him and looked down. Sherlock's hand hovered over her sex.

"Did you just... "

"Shhh... you will be rewarded for taking your punishment well. "

"But Sherlock...AAAH " She groaned as he gave her another sharp slap.

"Don't tell me this hasn't crossed your mind. I saw the look on your face when I weild a riding crop. "

"But not...there. "

Sherlock looked seriously down at her face.

"Do you trust me, completely. "

Molly thought on that a moment.

"Yes. "

"Then lets hear no more about it. Just...relax "

At the last word, Sherlock supplied two short sharp smacks to her sex and one hard one. Molly couldn't believe the pressure building down there through the pain. Her back arched painfully. God, she was so close.

When Sherlock saw her back bow, his smirk reappeared and he lowered himself between her legs. He gave one long slow lick of her folds, flicking her clit, then suckling until she was biting her hand to keep quiet hard enough where she though she drew blood.

While she was still shaking, Sherlock turned her over. His hands gripped her backside enough to leave marks. Molly tried to open wider for him, but he held her legs imprisoned between his own.

Molly thought she would die right there and then. She was pressed against the still warm hood of Mycroft's car, doing delightful things with its heat to the areas it touched. Sherlock slipped inside her, filling her.

At this point, Sherlock's plan started to dissolve. In this position, the tightness overwhelmed him. All he could think of is release of this torture. But he wanted to come with her.

He leaned in, his front flush with her back, his voice in her ear as his hips hit a pace that drove both of them to moans.

"I have thought of this. So many times. While I was away I thought of this. Wanting you. Needing you. Did you think of me?"

"Always do you... fucking...git. "

"Do I please you? "

"Yes... faster ...so...close... "

"Do... you...belong...to... me. "

"N...no. "

Sherlock got angry at that. He started slamming into her hard.

"I...belong...WITH ...you... " She managed before she started to tighten further.

"I love you. I always...always. "

Sherlock followed her off the edge, his breathing erratic. He wasn't sure if it was her body or her words that did it, to be truthful.

He lifted his weight off Molly, and she looked him straight in the eye.

"So, what have you to say? "

"What is there to say? Oh... right. Thank...you. " He looked rather pleased he remembered his manners.

Molly walked up to him, slapping him hard enough to make his head spin. Trying to not burst into tears, Molly threw her trousers on and ran away from him.

He looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

"Not good. "