Chapter 8

Disclaimer: Not mine

Rating: M

Notes: This one is kind of a short one, but I wanted to finish up what happened last chapter. I just finished writing it, so I hope you all enjoy it.

Daniel Casey is the name of the actor that plays Gavin Troy on Midsomer. Some of you have asked me who he is. Look him up, he's adorable. You'll also be able to see who Sherlock's competition is. Also, Midsomer Murders is available on instant stream on Netflix. It's a WONDERFUL show. If any are interested in Barnaby's and Troy's characters, you should check the show out,

Molly was drowning. Her emotions and senses were on overload. Sherlock's mouth molded to hers, his tongue trying to coax its way into her mouth. She tried to resist, but when he flicked his tongue along her bottom lip, nipping, and teasing, her lips parted. She could feel him smirk against her before sliding his tongue into her moist soft mouth.

Molly allowed him to attack her mouth, his tongue dancing against hers. She was completely lost in the sensation of Sherlock and when he deepened the kiss, taking her breath away, she was oblivious to anything else. Until she felt his hand sliding up her ribcage and resting just underneath her breast. Her eyes snapped open the instant she felt him cup her left breast, pressing her body into the wall. She gasped, his tongue still in her mouth when she felt something hard pressing into her hip bone. Molly came to her senses in an instant.

Her hands came up and found his chest, where she began pushing. Sherlock ignored her, moaning into her mouth as he pressed himself against her. His lips left her mouth and moved to her neck.

"Sherlock, stop." Molly gasped out when he began nibbling and licking the skin at her collar bone.

"Sherlock, stop…I can't…we can't…" She continued to protest, pushing harder on his chest when he pressed his hardness into her again.

"Sherlock…" Molly said before his mouth covered her again.

He pulled back slightly to smile at her. "Hush Molly." And then crushed his lips to her again.

Molly could feel the reserve that she had worked months on building begin to crumble instantly. It frightened her, left her too raw and vulnerable and she began to fight him more earnestly. She squealed against his mouth.

"Don't be afraid Molly, I told you, I'm never leaving you again."

Molly shook her head. "I can't Sherlock, I can't do this…please…"

Sherlock's hand moved from her breast to her face, cupping it gently as he leaned in for another kiss.

"Oi! Get off her!" Gavin yelled before grabbing Sherlock by his collar and pulling him away. Before Sherlock could respond, Gavin's fist made connection with Sherlock's jaw, knocking him backward into the wall.

Molly turned to look at him, her face flushed and embarrassed. "Gavin…how did you get in here?"

He smiled and dangled a key in front of her right before Sherlock charged him and knocked him onto the floor.

Molly seemed to snap out of her Sherlock induced haze. "Oh! Sherlock! Gavin! Stop it!"

Sherlock straddled Gavin and punched him. Gavin tried to throw Sherlock off him, but Sherlock managed to get another punch on him.

"Sherlock, don't hurt him!" Molly cried, trying to pull Sherlock up by his shoulders. Gavin used the opportunity to use his legs to throw Sherlock off him. Gavin righted himself quicker than Sherlock and landed a punch right under Sherlock's jaw which sent the detective spiraling backward into the glass coffee table.

"Gavin stop it!" Molly screamed horrified.

Sherlock gained the upper hand once more by kicking his legs out in front of him, grabbing Gavin's legs with his own, and turned his body, jerking Gavin down. Sherlock then straddled him again and hit him again.

When both men had their hands on each other's necks squeezing as hard as they could, Molly took drastic measures. She ran into the hall way yelling for help, but no one was there. So she did the next best thing. She busted the glass housing the fire extinguisher and ran back into the room.

Both men were standing now, Sherlock with a vice grip on Gavin's ears and Gavin with one of his hands in a vice grip in Sherlock's hair and one still on his windpipe squeezing. It looked quite comical to Molly and she couldn't help but giggle before dousing both men with a wave of white foam from the fire extinguisher.

"Oi damnit!" Gavin yelled.

"Molly what the bloody hell…" Sherlock yelled.

Both men released the other, coughing and hacking trying to catch their breath. Molly's face became stern.

"You both should be ashamed of yourselves! Gavin how could you. And Sherlock, you know better! I want both of you out! Get out!"

"Molly he was trying to have his way with you!" Gavin protested.

"I can assure you Gavin, Sherlock is not a rapist. I'm not entirely sure he would know what to do with a naked woman…" Molly added angry and annoyed at their behavior.

"Hey!" Sherlock snapped.

"Get out, both of you! I am beyond tired and I don't have the emotional energy to deal with either one of you."

"But Molly…"Gavin whined.

"Gavin get out!" She snapped, shoving him.

She turned to see Sherlock grinning widely at Gavin. "And what the bloody hell are you smiling at you git! You're the worst one of all, playing with my emotions when I am so…"

"Vulnerable…"Sherlock said his voice an octave deeper. She swallowed at the expression on his face. He was no longer smiling, his expression was smoldering as he stared at her.

"I wasn't toying with your emotions Molly. I meant everything I said before this fool interrupted us." Sherlock said stepping towards her.

"I think she asked you to leave." Gavin said his voice dangerously low as he stared at Sherlock with an even more dangerous expression.

"I…I want you both to…to leave." Molly stuttered under Sherlock's gaze.

"Alright Molly, we'll both go and let you rest." Gavin said. "After you mate."

Sherlock glanced at Gavin before stepping into Molly's personal space. "Remember what I said Molly. I'm not leaving without you. You belong in London with me. I'll give you time to adjust to accepting my feelings for you. But I am not a patient man."

Molly's eyes widened and she swallowed hard. "Ju...just go…please…"

He nodded, his eyes becoming gentle once again as he looked at her. He reached out once more to cup her face. Molly couldn't stop herself as she pressed her face into his hand.

Sherlock moved past Gavin towards the door, but stopped when he saw Gavin hadn't moved yet.

"I am sorry Molly, for the mess and upsetting you. I just thought he was trying too…well…he was being high handed and all." Gavin said.

Molly smiled at him and Sherlock did not like the familiarity between them.

"It's alright Gavin. I appreciate your concern" She said standing on her tip toes to kiss his cheek.

Gavin said goodnight and turned to leave. He smirked when he saw Sherlock's gaze narrowed on him. "Better luck next time, mate." Gavin whispered as he passed Sherlock to the door.

Sherlock's scowl turned into a grin as he stepped to Molly once more.

"I apologize for my foolish behavior Molly. I will of course cover the bill for the destruction for the table and the dry wall." He said leaning down and giving her a chaste kiss on the cheek. His lips moved from her cheek to her ear and he spoke again. "Oh and Molly, love, I hope to show you very soon just exactly what I can do with a naked woman."

Molly's eyes widened in shock and a flush crept up her neck and cheeks. Sherlock noted the dilation in her pupils and the quickening of her breath and smiled. He stood to his full height and brushed her cheek with his hand before turning to see a glaring Gavin.

Sherlock couldn't resist himself. Before leaving Molly's room, he gave Molly a sound slap on her bottom hard enough to move her forward just a bit.

Sherlock smiled innocently at Gavin as he passed him going to the door. "Good night Molly. We will talk again soon." He said leaving.

This is a blast to write and I have to say it is because of you guys and your reactions! Thanks for your continued support. You know what to do now!