Security II (coda)

The door to the morgue opened and steps were coming toward them as Sherlock finished and buried his head in Molly's hair, breathing hard. She was at the very edge of her own climax, still quivering in Sherlock's now relaxing grip still trying to grind against him, but steps were fast approaching them.

"Sorry," was all he could say, whispering into her ear. Does he mean 'sorry you didn't come,' or 'sorry I've let in an intruder?' But she thought she detected a smile on his lips and in his voice.

She gave up on coming now and concentrated on the steps coming toward them. Sherlock seemed unconcerned, and she took his cue. But she was unable to see the door from her vantage point, and she was still completely compromised, Sherlock cock still in her, her legs locked around him. The person who'd entered must now be standing quite close, as Sherlock slowly released her and slipped himself out from between her legs, but he remained close to her, leaning partly against the wall, partly against her shoulder and chest, breathing hard, nuzzling her neck.

"Well, what do we have here?" It was John.

"How did you disguise your footsteps?" Molly asked.

"Different shoes. See, trainers. Stealth. Ahaha. All right, Sherlock?" John leaned in, and rubbed Sherlock's back.

"Yes, just ah - ."

"Shh, no rush." John leaned on the wall next to Molly and took one of her hands in his, kissing it. "How was your day, love?"

"Just got much, much better, darling, but, well - Sherlock, Are you serious about this wall not being on the radar?"

John answered for him.

"Hmm, not sure. I think it's being monitored, don't you, Sherlock? Isn't that the camera?" John indicated a black demi globe on the ceiling.

Sherlock was still incapacitated, but managed to restore his clothing, and step away from Molly, leaving room for John to step in before her. He leaned in to her, kissing her and nuzzling her neck as Sherlock had only a moment before. She took his face in her hands and locked eyes with this man. She leaned in and pressed her face to his chin and jaw, rubbing her skin across his afternoon beard. They kissed lightly, but he pressed against her with need. His erection was half way there, grazing her hip, and she took a deep breath in anticipation. John smiled at her, holding eye contact. He stroked her face with his hands.

"So lovely, my darling wife." He fingered her collarbone. "Still flushed." He kissed her collarbone. "So lovely," and then he continued with a tight smile.

"I hear you've been shagging my best mate behind my back in the morgue, hmm?"

Molly didn't like this particular game, but she allowed it, John thought it was funny and it never lasted very long.

"But I see he didn't finish you off this time, hmm? Maybe I could help you with that?"

He pressed against her again, his erection quite hard now, but he waited for her to make a move herself, waited until she was ready.

"How could you know that?"

"You hold yourself differently, you're, ahaha, quite tense, Sherlock was a little crestfallen. All kinds of signs, ahaha."

"You're getting good at this – science of deduction. What's happened to him?" Sherlock had wandered off somewhere.

"Yes, it's rubbing off, what can I say? Don't worry, he's fine."

Molly wanted more than anything to finish, but the camera thing was a monkey on her back.

"I'm, ah – more than a little nervous about this camera business," Molly confessed, trying to move away from the wall, away from John. But he held her in place, smiling.

"Shh, don't be," he soothed. "Only a few of the guys watching . . ."

"What?"Molly couldn't tell if he was kidding or not.

"Shhh." He wanted to wait for her to make a move, but he was getting impatient. He grazed her neck and cheek with his mouth again.

"Do you want me to finish you first, or would you like me inside you right away? Hmm?"

"John, we should go – we can get home and -."

"Ahaha, no, I don't think so."

He made it clear that he didn't want her going anywhere. She smiled then she whispered in his ear.

"I'm going to struggle, ok, but don't let me go .."

"Hmm, go ahead . . ."

She twisted her wrists trying to get out of his grip, pressed against him with her elbow, trying to leverage her way out from between him and the wall, but wasn't able to do it. She shoved him hard, and made a little gap between them, she tried to slip away, but he easily gripped her again, and pushed her against the wall with a little roughness.

"Ok?" He asked, biting her neck gently and smiling at once.

"Mmm."

"So, Molly, love, shall I, um take control and do what I want? Or would you like to tell me what you you'd like, hmm?"

"But, John, the cameras –"

"Shh, ok, I'll take over, I've got you." He said undoing his belt quickly with one hand, holding her wrist with the other.

"John, no, the cameras – someone may be looking – I don't think Sherlock knows for certain."

"The safeword is Amazon, ok? You say that, and we stop immediately, ok?. Tell me you understand."

Molly hesitated, then leaned in and whispered as clearly as she could in his ear.

"I understand that the safeword is Amazon. I love you. I'm going to struggle, but don't let me go."

Then she pushed against him hard, he held her in place with his chest against hers, smiling as he undid his zip and took his cock out of his clothing. Molly was struggling hard, now, twisting her wrists, and trying to shimmy out of his grasp making a desperate show if it. He had to hold her with both hands to keep her in place against the wall. She held still for a moment, and he kissed her, forcing his tongue into her mouth as she gasped for breath. She tried to let the weight of her body sink to the ground, but he held her up, pressing against her. He grasped a handful of the front of her skirt, and hauled it up over her hips, shoving folds of it into her waistband exposing her sex completely. He gripped the back of her neck, making eye contact, controlling her movements by pressing his body against hers. He pressed his hips against her, forcing the air out of her, and she was a little dazed. He lifted one of her legs, and managed to enter her, then slammed into her hard, harder than he needed to, he realized, and began to stroke into her, looking for a rhythm.

They were still eye to eye, and after a few of his initial harder, rougher strokes, Molly smiled.

"Well, you got me."

"Hmm, yeah."

"Is this really – ah – being ah, filmed? Recorded? Or watched?"

"I don't know. Maybe. Do you like the idea? Does it feel good?"

"Who's watching?"

"Ahaha. Just a couple of the lads in security," John smiled. "We paid them off, don't worry."

She shoved against him.

"Are you serious? Let me go."

John held her tightly, and roughly.

"Safeword is Amazon. Say you understand."

"I understand." Molly said, and John began to stroke into her harder, until she started to plateau. He saw this and quickly slowed.

"Oh, dear, I forgot." He slipped out of her, and she whimpered at the bittersweet sensation of the physical abandonment. John sank to his knees.

"They said to be sure to show them a little of this."

John stroked her now glistening wet sex with his thumbs, then separated the lips, and moved his head to one side, giving the ceiling camera a clear angle to the apex of Molly's legs. Hmm, he thought, she doesn't seem to mind showing a bit of this to a few of the lads in security. He pushed her legs apart a bit more. She's letting me, she likes it - he thought. Maybe I really should get some lads in here from security. He pushed his fingers inside her roughly, eliciting a groan from her. He wondered if she would try bolting now, he chuckled at the thought.

"And this," he said, kissing her sex lightly, then tonguing and kissing her deeply. He spread her lips wide, and kept his head at an angle away from directly before her. She grasped his hair, and threw a leg over his shoulder, pulsing against his mouth, he thrust his fingers inside her, flicking his tongue against her clit, then sucking and biting it gently until she came with little gasps and a long exhalation.

John didn't wait a moment for her to regain her senses, but quickly re-entered her, and fucked her soundly against this now well used wall until he came, grunting and swearing into her shoulder.

Ooooooooooooooooo

John and Molly collected Sherlock who'd made his way back to the lab, and the three shared a cab back to Baker Street. The happy couple were enjoying port together, when Sherlock came into the sitting room with a DVD. He popped it into the player, and the three were treated to a grainy black and white image of a cinder block wall. Then Sherlock and Molly came into the frame, and Sherlock was soon fucking Molly against the wall in the morgue.

"I see," said Molly, "You took turns filming it."

"Well, there was no filming it, it's a recording of a piece of actual security footage. It will automatically be erased after a year. No one looks at it, unless something happens that necessitates looking. And in fact, we were both in the morgue for a while, and we needed help. And so we asked a couple of the lads from security to lend a hand."

"Oh, rubbish, I don't believe any of this anymore," Molly grinned.

"Oh, yes, the 'lads in security,' are most accommodating when live pornography and monetary compensation are on offer."

"Oh, not you, too." Molly shook her head at Sherlock who smiled sweetly.

"Did you like it, Molly? Thinking there were lads looking? Hmm?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm afraid to say for fear of your arranging real lads for some other time."

"I'll take that as a yes," Sherlock dropped to the sofa next to her, leaning in to press his lips into her hair.

"I'm afraid she did rather enjoy herself – how can we arrange it? We can't compromise her at work," said John, his hand stroking her leg under her skirt.

"I have a few notions," Sherlock said, a hand on her breast, kissing her.

"The pair of you will be the death of me," Molly extracted herself from the two, rose from the sofa, and poured herself another port. She looked down at the two on the sofa and considered.

"I get to say what happens next. Don't I, John?"

John hesitated, giving a sidelong glance at his friend.

"Umm, yes, yes I suppose it's only fair. – How did you know - ?"

"Oh, god, 'security video?' - this has Sherlock written all over it, you must be joking."

"Really Why would you - ?"

"So, I get to say what happens, yeah?"

"Of course, darling."

"All right then," Molly smiled and sipped her drink with much savour.