Sorry for the long wait, my life just never seems to settle down. Short chapter but:

Warning: Might induce some to throw off their pants or otherwise render them unusable (there is a slight possibility they may catch fire). Proceed with cation. Do not read while driving.

Sherlock slipped his hand through the space between the buttons on her shirt and cupped her breast through her bra. Molly gasped. The papers she had in her hand fluttered down onto the table.

"I was thinking about trying this earlier but you needed to work and it wouldn't have been fair experiment if it wasn't a surprise. You've finished, you're just checking everything is right. I'm sure someone else can weed out your grammatical mistakes." He explained between kisses, his voice dropping impossibly lower with every word.

"Fuck," Molly groaned and gripped his leg beside her.

"Mmm? Didn't take you for one to curse. I'll have to take note. What else might I get out of you."

"Oh god, I really should..."

Sherlock slipped his other hand past the waistband on her trousers and rubbed against the fabric underneath, teasing.

"Has it worked?"

Molly shook her head in denial.

Sherlock took her earlobe in his mouth and sucked at it then licked around the shell of her ear.

Molly whimpered.

"And now?"

She shook her head.

Sherlock slipped one hand past her bra and squeezed lightly. He slipped his other hand away from her pants to unbutton her shirt. He felt the vast expanse of her stomach and pressed her closer so she could feel his erection. The touch lasted but a second, then his hand retreated. He licked his thumb and brought it back, swirling the wet diget around her belly button.

"Mmm, please..."

"Is that a yes?" He asked, licking and nipping at her neck.

"Yes, yes, yes..."

He lowered his hand again, lower this time. His long dexterous fingers stroked at her lips before diving briefly to caress her clit. Molly bucked, almost falling off the edge of the coach. Sherlock moved back and dragged her to him.

His fingers continued their slow tease. Molly's grip grew tighter on one of his knees.

"You're so wet. I didn't expect-" he trailed off. His breaths grew ragged nest to her ear and it aroused her all the more.

"Can I taste you?" He asked licking at the dark purple spots he'd left along her neck. "Please."

"If you... keep saying... such dirty things... Ahh, fuck, I'm so close."

Sherlock slowed down. "Can you have multiple orgasms?" His voice suddenly changed, high and inquisitive instead of low and sexy.

"What?! No, I... can't, too... sensitive."

Sherlock stopped and slipped his hand from her trousers.

Molly almost screamed with disappointment. "Wait, what are you doing? Don't stop. You can't leave me hanging."

Sherlock maneuvered himself off the coach than promptly got on his knees in front of her. He parted her knees. "I said, 'I want to taste you'."

She saw the lust in his eyes, the pure unadulterated want and she knew she'd forgiven him. His pupils were blown wide, his hair was a mess. He even licked his lips. She bit her lip. She wanted to snap a picture and take some art classes so she could paint him and preserve the look on his face forever.

But he snapped her out of it by unbuttoning her trousers and slipping them off. He tugged her knees over his shoulders and settled his face just inches away from her. In fact, she could feel his breath against her skin down there. Rough, but stead and warm as it fanned over her. He hooked his fingers around her knickers and pulled those of too.

He paused and gave her one last look as if asking if she was really sure. Molly pulled his head closer in response and his lips kissed her there. They opened and his tongue darted out to taste her. It was just like a kiss, except... Not.

Molly raked her fingers through his hair and he practically growled in response. His technique suddenly changed. There was no more teasing. He lapped at her juices for a moment, tasting the thick salty liquid like a starving man. He swiped the tip of his tongue roughly across her clit before sucking on it slowly.

Molly looked down. She couldn't believe it. Sherlock Holmes on his knees, his head between her legs. She felt a spark of warmth flood her as she took in the site of him.

"Ahh...mmm... So close... Sherlock... Sherlock-"

He nipped at it gently and she was over the edge.

Yeah, I didn't even bother with a chapter name okay?. I always hate it when I want to go back to favorite parts in fics and it's like "Which fucking chapter was it!" I was almost going to make a Monty Python joke and name it "The Oral Sex".

Anyways, hope you all liked the smut and some pants caught fire. You guys do know I'm a guy, right? ...without much experience, so yeah... the above just shows you the obvious signs of reading way too many smutty fanfics. I seriously don't know why there aren't more guys around, or maybe it's just me and I'm weird. I'd rather read than watch.

Review please and I'll try to post faster.