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Road Trip –
Cold. But not for long, thought John and he chuckled quietly to himself as he put on an old pair of aviator sunglasses. It was a brilliantly sunny day, and he relished the chance to put on this pair of glasses that reminded him of - Hmmm. One's youth. He pulled the Jeep out of the rental garage and revved the engine. It was an American army-type Jeep a buddy had mentioned happened to be at this rental place. He smiled at the steering wheel crazily arranged on the left, and it was hilarious getting the hang of it on the London streets.
"Oh, fuck," he murmured as he pulled up alongside 221B, just avoiding some pedestrians who'd jumped a railing and were scampering across his path. He pulled up, and waited while Molly trotted to the side of the Jeep with a couple of bags. She flung them into a utility compartment at the back, then got into the back seat of the Jeep with a large blanket. John sped away from Baker Street.
"Do you have it on the GPS?" Molly asked as she huddled under the blanket, her teeth chattering, as she divested herself of her clothing, chucking her things out of sight into the back, doing her best to keep the blanket in place at all times.
"Yeah, yeah, it's just that this is a really congested area, and - here we go. Are you all set?"
"Yes, no problem," she said, pulling the blanket carefully into place.
John pulled up opposite a formidable and official, if not to say officious looking building, just as Sherlock popped out of its doors and trotted down the steps to the street. John smiled at the figure his friend cut. So posh, so in control. We'll fix that today – at least for a bit, he thought wickedly. He watched as Sherlock scanned the street and quickly spotted John waving. He was at the door of the car in a moment.
"Ahaha, no, the back seat, Sherlock. That will be more comfortable, hmm?" Sherlock smiled at Molly in the back of the Jeep and wondered. Oh my god what on earth are they going to do to me this time? Sherlock thought. In public?
"Whatever you say, John," he said as he got in the back seat with Molly.
"Hello, Molly, dear, you look - cold. But you have a blanket." Molly made no answer, but smiled slyly at the detective. Sherlock grabbed desperately to a hand hold as John's steering pitched both him and Molly to and fro in the back.
"Sorry! Ahaha, getting used to the steering again. Ahaha!"
"John, what exactly are you - that is - I'm sure I don't have to tell you - I know you're aware of the CCTV monitors all over the city?"
"Yes, Sherlock, we're leaving the city, all right? We'll have heat in a moment, Molly, sorry, darling, it should be coming on soon. Are you getting any of that, yet?" John was fiddling with the heater vents, trying to aim more air into the back seat.
"N-n- not yet," she answered, her teeth chattering.
"It'll be better in a few minutes, just hang on, ok?"
"Oh, I intend to hang on, John." Molly smiled, and Sherlock looked at her questioningly.
"So, how did it go, all the loose ends taken care of?" John asked, shouting over his shoulder. The engine and exhaust of this Jeep were exhilaratingly loud, and exactly as his buddy had described it. He could tell it was incredibly sturdy, but had a bit of a suspension problem. Every bump could be felt, he noticed with satisfaction, as they tore away from central London, finally getting onto A12 out of the city.
"Yes, thank god, what a bore. And Mycroft was there, as well – agh. What kind of machine is this anyway? Some suspension issues, no?"
"End of another case!"
"Yes. What's this all about, John?"
"We packed a few things for you, going on a road trip."
"A what?"
"Road trip. We're getting on the road, and - I think you see what I mean."
"Leaving London?" said Sherlock, wistfully.
"Yes, Sherlock, don't be wistful, all right?" said Molly, "We're coming back tomorrow. There won't be any time to be wistful."
"Just as you say. What are you hiding under there, love?"
"Nothing." Molly said truthfully and shrugged, and the blanket moved enough for Sherlock to see that she wasn't wearing a top, let alone a coat in this freezing January weather. He put his hand out, and slipped it into her blanket, caressing her bare shoulder and neck, when John looked up.
"Ah, ah. A little later, ok? Ahaha. It's about an hour's drive depending on the traffic. Molly, you lost your blanket, there."
"Whoops!"
About an hour later, the sun was well to the west, and the light was starting to go.
"Almost there," said John. "About 10 minutes, Molly."
"Ok," said Molly, as she shrugged off the blanket, and rose from it naked, to straddle Sherlock's lap.
"Oh my god, you two, what is wrong with you?" But he took her in his arms, laughing, kissing her and rubbing her briskly to keep her warm.
"What have you done to her, John? She's half frozen. Where are you going, what on earth are you going to do to me this time? I'm frightened, I swear, you take me out of London in this crazy machine, and I'm frightened for my life with you in those insane murderer's glasses," giggled Sherlock uncontrollably. He was cold and a little nervous and more than a little tired.
"These are not murderer's glasses, you idiot, now will you please relax and enjoy yourself?" Molly put her arms around Sherlock's neck and started kissing him and he soon responded, continuing to stroke her briskly up and down her back and sides, trying to keep help her keep a little bit warm.
"Five minutes, Molly." John was grinning, the two backseat passengers could see as he turned his head briefly to address them. It was completely dark now, Sherlock noticed, and except for the fact that these were the two people he loved best in the world, he was starting to get concerned for what was going on.
"Ok," Molly said, "Five minutes, Sherlock," she whispered as she undid Sherlock's belt, button and zip releasing his erection into the cold and dark. She knelt and kissed him, licking him and sucking him down.
"Warmer?" She asked, as he tried to control his breath. She straddled him again and he gasped as she stroked him with her hand. She took a condom from where she'd left it on the seat and quickly slipped it on Sherlock, and mounted him expertly.
"Fuck," Sherlock whispered into her hair as she settled onto him and embraced him. "Molly, love, you're so cold," he said, as he tried to haul the blanket up around her shoulders, starting to move into her.
"No, no blanket, Sherlock," She whispered, her teeth chattering.
"Ok, you two, here we go!" John shouted as he turned the Jeep.
John took a turn onto a country road that seemed to be going nowhere fast, Sherlock saw. It headed into some trees, and there were no lights or signs. Almost complete darkness but for the moon and stars. And then they hit the bumps.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh! Molly shouted. "Oh, my god!"
"Jesus , John!" Sherlock shouted, holding on to Molly with all his strength and dexterity.
"Let the road do the work!" John shouted. And Sherlock, moving and holding Molly immediately saw what he meant. Molly, too, quickly saw the advantages of the combination of bad suspension and an ungraded surface. She clamped her knees against Sherlock for all she was worth. At first she tried to hold Sherlock around the neck, but saw that she had to hang onto the Jeep's hand holds at either side of the car to keep from falling off. Her spread eagle position gave Sherlock quite a view of her breasts as they contended with the bumpy road. He laughed as he kissed and nipped at them. They quickly found a rhythm of basically holding on for dear life, and just moving slightly, mostly grinding against one another.
"Ok, back the way we came, hang on!" John shouted as he spun the Jeep around and headed back the length of the bumpy road, the way they'd come. Finally John swung the jeep back out onto the smooth open highway again, and Molly and Sherlock found a more normal rhythm, and each came to a plateau.
"Doing all right?" Molly asked Sherlock.
"Yes, I – uh, that is –"
Molly didn't wait for a reply, but shouted,
"Ok, John!" and John took the Jeep back onto the deserted looking road with the delicious bumps.
"Oh my god, you've completely lost your mind, John. John!" Sherlock came with a serious of vocalizations that seemed to respond to each individual bump in the road the Jeep hit during his orgasm. Molly just giggled, hanging on to the hand holds as John slowed the car, laughing a deep, satisfied belly laugh. As the car slowed and then stopped, John continued to laugh almost uncontrollably. Sherlock reached out to Molly pulling her to him, tasting her ice cold skin, biting her frozen nipples, warming the chill of her lips and tongue with his.
"Jesus Christ, John. How on earth did you think that up?"
"Ahaha! Oh, god, that was brilliant! But you managed, didn't you, Sherlock, you're all right? Haha! Molly what about you? No? Well, do you think you can drive, Sherlock? Ahaha! No, take your time, Ahaha!, here are the keys. Oh my god!"
As John and Sherlock changed places, John pointed out the road, and the landmarks, still laughing, and got into the back of the car with his wife.
"So? Was it fun?"
"John, never, never leave me!" Molly giggled into his mouth as she kissed him. She stroked his erection through his jeans, and soon had it out of his trousers, then straddled and mounted him.
"Oh, god, that's lovely, love."
"Mmmm," Molly returned, stroking his pecs and teasing his nipples.
Sherlock started the engine and took off like a bat out of hell down the bumpy road. As he flew down the road, he jerked the steering wheel back and forth a bit eliciting surprised laughter and shouts from the backseat. Then he hit the breaks on and off experimentally, drawing more shouting and laughter from his friends in the back. Finally he just drove the Jeep in the same pattern that John had before, then took the vehicle back onto the open road.
Sherlock noticed that things had quieted down in the back. He gauged the sound carefully, and when he heard a bit more of a commotion and mounting love sounds, he took the Jeep back to the bumpy road. Molly came first, and then John with shouting, laughter and giggling. Sherlock slowed the Jeep and stopped, chuckling to himself. He stopped the Jeep, put it in park, and turned to the back.
John and Molly were red faced and both of them sported heads of hair that were absolutely impossible. Sherlock laughed out loud at the sight of them.
"Oh, god! Everyone do all right?" he asked still chuckling.
"I think so," John laughed.
"Yes, thanks, do you believe this?" Molly was starting onto a fit of giggles of her own.
"No, Molly I don't – I don't think I believe this at all! So, John, you want to, uh, drive us, or direct me to wherever it is you've got in mind? No, no, take a minute, no rush. Good lord. I must say you have taken me completely by surprise this time. Well, you do every time, but this is – you've out done yourself this time, honestly."
"Well, thank you, thank you ladies and gentlemen. I do what I can to keep things moving, ahaha. To keep things interesting. Ahahaha! All right! I hope we're all hungry?" John was buttoning up his shirt as Molly was routing around in the back for bits of clothing.
"Oh, I think so. But, hang on! Don't I get to drive?" Molly enthused struggling into a cozy sweater.
"Yes, John, it's only fair," said Sherlock, thinking, this could be delightful.
"All right, yes. Only fair. Here're the keys, love," and John moved to the front passenger seat.
"I think the back, John, hmm? More comfortable, no?" Sherlock purred.
"It's only fair, John," Molly smiled wickedly at John.
"This is insane. All right. I'm out of my mind." John hopped out of the front, and took his seat next to Sherlock in the back mumbling to himself, "A woman at the wheel and you in the back seat with me, I'm really asking for it, here."
"Just try to relax and enjoy yourself," Sherlock said, looking ahead at the black road.
Molly's driving was by far more insane than anything either Sherlock or John had done before her. She slammed on the brakes over and over, jerked the wheel vigorously, and then when she saw an open patch of field, she took off through it. All the men in the back seat could manage to do was to hold on and stay seated.
"Molly!" John shouted when she headed into the pasture. "You don't know the terrain! There could be rock, or a ditch or a people fucking or - Ahhhhh!" said John as Molly pulled the wheel.
"Sorry, I hadn't thought of that, I'll go right back!" Molly got back on the bumpy road. Then she turned the Jeep around, and headed back the way she came, keeping to the road, and stopped when the country road intersected the smooth highway. Sherlock and John exchanged glances.
"Well, we're alive," Sherlock said, a little wan.
"I'm sorry," John said as he took the keys from Molly, and got into the driver's seat, "But you have just confirmed every cliche about female drivers I have ever heard, uttered, or tried to train myself away from uttering."
"Rubbish. I'm hungry," Molly said arranging herself in the front passenger seat.
"Hmm, yes, I am, too, rather" Sherlock agreed. "But nothing too fussy, hmm?"
"No, no, Sherlock, nothing too fussy! Ahaha! I'm sorry, you should have heard and seen yourself, though! I'm sorry, I just - Ahaha!"
John launched into another fit of laughter as he turned into the open road.
"I thought we were going to literally die while you were driving, Molly, I genuinely thought we were going to die when you turned into that pasture. On the other hand, John, I can't believe what you've put her through. It's really too much. An hour's drive in a blanket in January."
"But it was so much fun, you had fun, didn't you?" Molly asked, leaning to the back and kissing Sherlock.
"Mmmm, yes of course. I always do."
"Ok, Bed and Breakfast ahead. And I believe it will be pub food. Nothing too fussy. Ahaha!"
John turned toward where the moon was hanging low in the sky, and following the highway, sped toward the light.
That's it for now - having a gas with this, wish you were here, seriously - love to all you folks out there on the planet who are checking in on this fic! Hope it's a way-fun weekend!
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