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Chapter 10

The next morning Molly awoke slowly. It took her a moment or two before she remembered the events of the night before and a slow smile spread across her face. She stretched her legs and arms and rolled over in the empty bed opening her eyes as she yawned. There was no sign of Sherlock but she could hear sounds coming from the other side of the door. It was the smell of fresh coffee that had her reaching for one of Sherlock's dressing gowns. She was still rolling up the sleeves as she made her way into kitchen to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a newspaper and sipping his drink.

'Morning Molly, there's fresh coffee in the pot, I assumed you'd want some. If you're worried about work I texted Mike to let him know you'd be late in today.'

'Shit, what time is it?' In all the events of yesterday evening Molly had completely forgotten she was due in work today at 9.00.

'9.50 but I wouldn't worry, you're always working extra hours, they can afford to do without you for a bit. Now come here, I find that having had you in the biblical sense I now crave more of you.' He pushed his chair back and patted his lap.

'What? No, I need to at least brush my teeth. Are you sure it's OK? Did Mike actually reply?'

He pouted at her rejection but pushed his phone towards her as he turned back to his paper, 'here, check for yourself.'

Molly picked up the phone and opened the message.

Mike, Molly has been unavoidably detained and won't be in today til at least lunchtime. I trust that is acceptable. SH

Yes, I wasn't aware you were on a case but if you need Molly that's fine. Mike

Molly rolled her eyes feeling slightly guilty at Mike's assumption that she was helping Sherlock but he was right she did work plenty of overtime. She freshened up in the bathroom before making herself a coffee. She was about to sit on one of the chairs when she heard Sherlock clearing his throat. She looked up to finding him leaning back once more waiting for her to sit on his lap. She smiled at him before sitting on his knee. She placed her cup on the table and turned to him linking her hands at the back of his neck.

'I see you are going to be a bit high maintenance Mister Holmes.'

He smiled back at her, 'be serious Molly, when have you ever known me to be anything else. I'm selfish, arrogant, unpleasant, rude and obnoxious; in fact apart from my dazzling intellect I'm not entirely sure what it is that attracted you to me. I'm certainly not sure what kept you holding onto the fantasy for all these years but it seems your tenacity has won through and you are in the questionably fortunate position of now having me.'

Molly rolled her eyes and kissed him. 'I hope,' she said without her lips leaving his, 'I don't have to listen', more kissing, 'to a speech every morning.'

He pulled back, 'oh, I don't know, if I get rewarded with more kisses I can make sure I have one planned each day.'

They kissed again as Sherlock pulled at the belt holding Molly's dressing gown together. His hand quickly finding her breast, using his thumb to roll across her nipple. He groaned into her mouth and without breaking the kiss he stood, sliding Molly onto the kitchen table as he did. He lay her down before he sat back down positioning her feet on his knees. Molly suddenly realised she was naked and exposed in front of him. She leant up on her elbows watching as he looked at her quim. He inhaled her scent his eyes flicking to hers seeing the blush rise on her cheeks. He smiled before leaning forwards to open her with his fingers before licking up from her centre to her clit.

Molly fell back on the table a shudder running through her body, 'oh God.'

'No God Molly, just me.' He licked again sliding his tongue across her clit feeling her buck up against him. She tasted sweet and moist, not unpleasant but very Molly. He alternated between using the flat of his tongue and the tip of his tongue before slowly sliding two fingers into her warm, wet centre. She was almost ready for him and after a few minutes he could tell she was close.

He stood loosening his own dressing gown and pulled her up to meet him, their naked bodies joining together as he slid his painfully hard erection into her. He had barely entered her when he felt the first spasm of her orgasm tighten her muscles around him. She held onto him as he thrust himself into her listening to her cries and moans. The table juddered on the floor in time with their actions. Molly didn't know if she was still orgasming or just blending into a second but there was nothing else in her world at that moment apart from Sherlock, he was all around her, in her, above her, kissing her, his skin sliding against hers.

Finally it was too much for him and he came with a roar and a bang as the table finally hit the kitchen cabinets. As they caught their breath Molly started to giggle. 'So it wasn't the earth moving just the table?' She laughed and held onto Sherlock kissing the base of his neck where it met his shoulder. 'Mmm I think I need another shower now.' She winked at him as he stood back up giving her space.

Sherlock sat down heavily on the lone remaining kitchen chair that was still upright, 'Good God woman, you've drained me dry, you'll have to shower by yourself. I think I need to go back to bed.'

He closed his eyes, his head tipped back but she saw him watching her as she walked past him naked to the bathroom.

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Molly finally managed to extricate herself from Sherlock's apartment; he seemed to be under the misguided impression that she was also there to replace John and Mrs Hudson. She'd soon set him straight and left him to make his own lunch as she made her way into work. Taking advantage of the taxi that Sherlock had called and paid for she checked her phone for messages and found three from Mary. The first had been sent late last night.

So, did you go round? What happened? MW x

The second had come through early this morning:

Molly, come on, don't be mean. Tell me what happened. MW x

The last had been sent less than an hour ago:

You dirty dog you're still shagging aren't you! That's why you haven't replied to my texts. Ah well enjoy, I'll catch up with you later though. MW x

She grinned happily to herself wondering just how much she should tell Mary, she still couldn't believe they had done it on the kitchen table. It had only been afterwards that she'd realised that the flat door had been open and anyone could have walked in. She'd complained to Sherlock but she was sure he hadn't really seen any issue there.

He'd then grumbled and sulked when she'd said that she wouldn't come back to Baker St. after work. 'I need to change my clothes and feed Toby, anyway it'll be late by the time I get back, given I'm going in nearly four hours late. Listen, I'll come round late tomorrow morning for a final practice before the dance tomorrow evening.' She'd given him a quick kiss and evaded the arms that had tried to pull her onto his lap again. She didn't trust herself to leave if it ended up being more than a brief kiss.

She had to be honest though she was only half at work that afternoon. She went through the motions with the paperwork, glad there were no autopsies which needed doing, as her mind kept drifting back to the morning or the night before. She knew she was grinning like an idiot but she just couldn't help it.

She texted Mary back with just enough information to keep her at bay for now but she knew she'd probably get the Spanish Inquisition from her the next night.

By the time she finally made it home it was well past nine and Toby mewled impatiently the moment she got through the door. 'OK, OK Tobes give me a minute.' She quickly fed him whilst pouring herself a small glass of wine. What she needed right now was a soak in the bath and then bed, her overnight activities with Sherlock had not only put a grin on her face they had worn her out and she wanted to be fresh for tomorrow evening's dance.

Molly couldn't believe they had come so far so fast, it was only a couple of weeks ago that she would have sworn blind they'd only ever be friends and now here she was, not only in a relationship with Sherlock but looking forward to a romantic evening, dressed up to the nines and dancing the night away.

She hugged herself happily as she sat in her bed, Toby curled up fast asleep at her feet. She looked up at her dress hanging on the wardrobe and imagined her and Sherlock swirling round the dance floor. She turned her light out and was thankful that her exhaustion would soon send her to sleep.

But when she awoke the next morning it was to a disaster!

Dun, dun, duuunnn. It was about time for a cliff-hanger wasn't it. Mmm what could possibly have gone wrong? Suggestions on a postcard please...or you could send them in a review.

Next update mid-week, so long as work isn't too full on. Til then have fun and stay happy. xx