I hope this is fun, short and sweet for your Tuesday reading enjoyment. Molly is a little more present – I'm horrified to read up to here and see how little I've had her do. More Molly in the future, though I will continue to explore the John/Sherlock relationship, too.

Security - I

The morgue was silent, but the air in the room prickled with expectation and Molly waited, smiling to herself, seated at a desk in the corner of the room. She tried to keep busy, or at least maintain the appearance of busyness with a stack of paper work that she shuffled back and forth. Hospitals were almost more populated and busy in the dead of night than during the day, and there was heightened security, so it wasn't at all quiet in the more travelled areas of the hospital. The silence of the morgue at this hour belied the very real possibility that anyone at any time could burst through the doors and shatter her reverie. She pressed her thighs together, pulsing as she waited. It didn't help. She thought doing other things. It didn't help. She could feel that she was already getting wet. And her nipples were hard, though she was sure it wasn't the temperature in the morgue that was doing that. She glanced at her watch.

One J. Eastenburg lay dead on the metal slab waiting for Sherlock and John. They needed a last look at it before they could confirm the case closed, but Sherlock had questioned Molly closely on the phone and all but completely confirmed that said Eastenburg bore only coincidental similarities to the other two bodies in the case. Eastenburg was in fact a true suicide and with the criminal caught already and behind bars on other charges, the case was well and truly closed as far as Sherlock was involved. But Sherlock was going to check in person for form's sake.

Ah, she thought, Here comes someone. Sounds like Sherlock's step, but where's John?

Sherlock burst into the room, rounding straight to the body. He took out his magnifying glass and inspected the fingertips of the right hand, the single but messy bullet wound to the face and head, and the scratches on the knees. Molly put down her paper work and walked toward him as he worked. He was thoroughly absorbed, said not a word to her as she moved toward him slowly, carefully avoiding noise so as not to jar his work, like a cat stalking her prey.

She loved it when she could see him ending a case like this. The change from his focus on the case to his absorption in John and herself was - nothing short of - there were no words. It made her even wetter just to think of it. Her nipples were hot and really painful under her bra. Finish, finish, finish the damn thing, please. Ah, she thought, as he stood up from his hunched position, and put way his magnifier, this is it.

Sherlock straightened, still looking at the body, all professionalism. Any second now.

"Coincidence. This is a suicide, nothing to do with those other two, I'll call Lestra—Molly."

His sentence trailed off as he lifted his head and caught site of her, the light of the huntress in her eyes, slowly making her way to him, he gasped her name and closed the short distance between them and placed his total concentration, she felt, all the concentration and energy he had placed on the case was now upon her and could feel it, loved feeling it, even though it hurt a little bit. Just enough, she thought. He gripped her arms and pulled her to him, placing his whole mouth on hers, forcing her mouth open, and his tongue inside her, pressing her head back and back. Now his hands were on her back, pressing her closer to him, as she slipped her arms inside his coat, and up his back. The kiss deepened and then she felt Sherlock grip her bottom with both hands, kneading her pulling her.

"Security." She said, not for the first time. She hated to end the moment, but the morgue was a particularly well scanned area of the hospital, and if they hadn't been noticed already they would soon.

"Hmmm, are you sure? Come here," he said, taking her hand as Sherlock pulled Molly to a spot against the wall partially obscured from the view of the door.

"I investigated. This spot is not picked up on the cameras."

"Are you su—mmmmm."

He silenced her with his mouth, lifting the hem of her blouse out of her skirt. He slipped his hands under the cottony material and pushed her bra up over her breasts, and she gasped as the discomfort it caused, but it was only momentary. He pushed the blouse up over her breasts as well, and ravaged her, biting and sucking her nipples.

"Sherlock don't you think –"

He lifted his head to hers again, silencing her again with his tongue deep in her mouth as each of his hands cupped a breast, and pinched a nipple. Now he was lifting the hem of her skirt up to her hips and fumbling with his own belt and she helped with his zip. She managed to free his red and angry muscle from his clothes and stroked him firmly in her hand. Sherlock continued kissing her as his hand found her hot wet folds, and entered her rather roughly with two fingers.

"Ahhh," she whimpered, as he fumbled in his pocket with is other hand.

"Thank you for leaving your pants at home again, Molly dear. It's very thoughtful of you," he whispered urgently in her ear, his breath ragged. He finally produced a condom and handed it to her. He let her deal with the condom while he thrust his fingers in her, and kneaded her pliant bottom with his other hand.

"I didn't leave them at home, I took them off in the –ah, ah, ah - Where's John?" she asked as she finally slicked the condom down onto Sherlock's shaft.

She could feel Sherlock smile against her mouth.

"How long has it been, Molly?" he whispered hoarsely into her ear, lifting one of her knees and slamming into her, driving the breath out of her. She signed with relief, how long had it been? He lifted one, then the other of Molly's legs to his waist and she locked her ankles at his back, squeezing hard as he started to stroke into her, driving her back into the wall behind her. The wall where apparently no cameras were aimed.

"How long, Molly?"

"Too long, too long, ah, ah, ah, ah – I"

The room was quiet but for the couple's love sounds, sounds of struggling, of clothing, of wet flesh, heavy breathing, notes of frustration and satisfaction.

"How long, how many weeks? You must tell me. I lose count, I lose track."

"Only three. But the door, Sherlock."

"Three weeks? God. Oh ah, ah, ah, the door? Can't be helped."

Can't be helped? Here they were fucking against the wall in her place of professional employment - she could easily be fired – but ah, ah, ah, ah, there's nothing for it.

Sherlock slowed his pace to linger inside her longer.

"So beautiful and wet, lovely, lovely Molly, you're lovely to be so ready for me when I need you most. Oh god I love that you leave your pants off for me."

Sherlock was flicking his thumb expertly over her clit, and maintaining a languid but deep and inexorable thrusting.

"I love when you switch from the case to us, ah – I love it when I'm here to catch you."

"Oh, god, Molly, if you weren't here – when you're not there I - I go a little mad – I, Oh, god, Molly, Molly."

Despite having slowed his pace, Sherlock came hard and uncontrollably into Molly with a deep guttural vocalization, and then the door opened.

(next chapter tomorrow or next day!)

Thanks so much for reading – Sorry to end on the cliff hanger, but they're fun, aren't they? I'll continue this with a proper coda tomorrow (or next day, or even tonight?) Depends on what I get done today. I have a kinda big important slightly darker chapter coming for the weekend, but I want to work on it some more, it's turning out to be interesting – So maybe some more short and sweet smut for the weekend.

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