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Four days passed and Molly heard nothing from Sherlock whatsoever. No texts, no calls, no nothing. The guy who used to stop by the morgue almost everyday had disappeared for four days. It was unbelievable. They were both escaping from each other like highschool teenagers. They both knew they had to sit down and talk about the past events but neither had the courage to do that yet. Sherlock was new to these kind of…sentiment. He was confused, scared and irritated at the same time. His eyes were always on his phone, waiting for a call or text from Molly. So when someone else called or texted, he would open the phone yelling at them.

The worst part was, he was counting days. He never counted days. But his patience was running out and he was getting more and more angry at Molly everyday. She literally ran away from him, pushed him away. When she left 221B running, he stared at the skull on top of the fireplace. He hid some heroin there before and now he felt like he needed it too. But then his mind palace opened the door to Molly's special room and he froze. Her displeased face, the tears falling down from her cheeks, the sadness in her eyes… They were unbearable. So he threw all the heroin fiercely to trash and went to bed to sleep. But he dreamt of Molly the whole time.

Molly was fed up. She needed to put an end to this. So she decided on calling Sherlock to meet him somewhere. Sherlock was a baby when it came to these kinda situations and Molly knew it very well. Just this once, she was going to put down her walls and go talk to him.

We need to talk. xM She texted him on lunch break. She expected to get an answer by evening but a few seconds passed and her phone rang. Why the hell was he calling? She wasn't ready to hear his voice yet. That's why she texted him in the first place anyway.

She answered the phone, her hands trembling. "Hello?"

Sherlock took a deep breath in before answering. He didn't notice how much he missed her voice. "Hello Molly."

She bit her trembling lower lip and closed her eyes. She needed to calm herself down. She wasn't fifteen anymore. "We need to talk." She repeated her message. She didn't know what else to say.

"Indeed. Could you stop by Baker Street when you're done with work? I just finished a case so I'm free for the rest of the day." He explained.

Her eyes snapped open. She was afraid to go there because of what happened the last time. What she saw in his eyes scared the hell out of her that day. But she knew he wasn't high anymore so she knew it wouldn't do any harm to pay him a visit at Baker Street. "Okay." She replied and hung up the phone. Seemingly, the rest of her day after the lunch break was going to pass very slow.

When she was in front of Sherlock's flat door, she hesitated before ringing the bell. She felt like running away again. Why was she acting like a coward she didn't know. She became much braver around Sherlock after all that help him fake his death deal. So why chicken out now?

She sighed and turned around. She stepped a few stairs down, knowing she wasn't doing the right thing. But like always, Sherlock knew she had been standing in front of the door the entire time. When he heard her leaving, he quickly opened the door and grabbed her by the wrist, turning her to him. She was startled by his sudden move and looked up at him.

"I won't let you slip away from my arms again. Not again." He whispered and pecked her lips, trying to show her how he felt. He was sad and scared of losing her. They were in a weird relationship with no name, that's all they knew. But he knew what these feelings were. Something people called love. Though he never admitted it, he was quite fond of Molly. That's why the last thing he wanted would be to hurt her. And he hurt her four days ago. He had to make it up to her.

"I'm truly sorry." He whispered to her lips.

She licked her lips instinctively and closed her eyes to control her already sped up breathing. "Do you mean it?"

Sherlock smiled, their foreheads touching each other. "I know it's hard for you to believe me after all I've done but… Yes. I do mean it. I am sorry for doing drugs. I promised myself before that I would never do drugs again when I'm bored. But then I couldn't stop myself..."

Molly knew he was being sincere and he meant every word he said. She felt happy to see him finally trying to give up on drugs. "I can help you get through it. You know, the lack of drugs will start showing its side effects in a few days. I can be with you to make sure you don't touch them again." She looked up and saw him smiling. Sherlock saw in her eyes she was very determined and her body posture showed him that she wasn't going to back up from her offer. It made him truly happy to see she still cared for him.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist slowly and led her to the living room, hugging her while walking, not letting go. "Okay. But you know you will be dealing with me, not a normal drug addict." When they were in front of the long couch, he stopped. He looked at her, trying to find some kind of permission in her eyes. And when she smiled at him widely, he pulled her to the couch, making them lie in a position where he was on top of her.

"I didn't say I forgave you though." Molly said with a wicked smile on her face. She forgave him long ago, they both knew that. Sherlock knew she was so obviously trying to seduce him. So he returned her smile with a wicked smile on his own face.

Sherlock started planting sweet kisses along her jawline and Molly sighed, giving in to this wonderful feeling. She felt relieved, calm… As if all that stress and anger has vanished into thin air. She remembered how much she missed him. The warmth of his body was warming her up, the cold she felt inside her already gone.

She let her hands go up to Sherlock's hair, stroking his black curls with pleasure. She loved doing that and he loved it when she did that. He smiled against her neck, sucking the area right under her ear. Molly tugged on his curls, moaning at the same time. Sherlock's one hand made its way to Molly's lower body as the other one grabbed one of her breasts, squeezing it through the shirt she had on. Too much clothing, Sherlock thought and started unbuttoning her shirt.

But Molly stopped him by taking his hands in hers. "Not here. Bedroom." was all she could say when her heart was beating crazy.

Sherlock nodded and stood up, taking Molly's hand and leading them to the bedroom. Once they were inside the bedroom, he closed the door behind them and pinned her against the door, crashing his lips to hers, forcing his tongue inside her mouth. She gladly opened her mouth, tasting him. She could taste mint and cigarettes on his tongue but she had no strength at that moment to lecture him about not smoking anymore, that it was bad for his health. All she could think of was how beautiful his hands caressed her hips. She put her hands on his shoulders as he grabbed one of her legs, pulling it up to himself.

Molly's legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist. Sherlock fiercely held her bum and pulled her up a little more so that he could position himself to her entrance better. His cock was throbbing so bad it hurt but he was not going to rush anything. He wanted to pleasure her more than he wanted to pleasure himself because he broke her heart just a few days ago. He had to make that up to her.

He tried so hard not to rip her shirt off while he was unbuttoning it. When her shirt was thrown to the floor, he took a look at her black lace bra. How beautiful it fit her small breasts was all he could focus on. He smiled devilishly and bit her bra, pulling it as hard as he could with his teeth. Molly's eyes opened wide.

"Sherlock! That's my favourite bra!" she protested as he kept biting and pulling the bra with full force.

"What a shame then." He said when he finally managed to rip a big part of the bra's left side. The piece of lace was hanging out of his mouth and Molly pouted.

"It wasn't nice of you." she muttered as he removed the lace from his mouth. She bit her lip when he slowly sucked on her nipple, biting it lightly. When it became purple enough for his taste, he started working on the other nipple, sucking and biting at it just like he did to the other one. Molly bled her lower lip by biting it so hard, trying to stop herself from moaning loudly. He was irresistable and she couldn't hold herself back anymore. She started moaning, gasping, saying his name over and over again like a prayer. While he was still sucking her nipple, his hand made its way to her cunt, feeling the hot wetness there. He teasingly touched there, fingers caressing it up and down. Molly held her breath, eyes closing with desperation. She needed to feel more.

She pushed her body closer to his hips, feeling his hardness through his trousers. That's when he stopped teasing and slid a finger in her. "Oh god…" she breathed out, moving to his fingers inside herself. Then he slid two more fingers and twisted them inside, touching her clit, her most sensitive area. She tried to get herself back together, tried to open his shirt buttons but couldn't because of her trembling hands. Then she tried to unbuckle his trouser's belt, this time being succesful despite how bad her hands were trembling. She slowly slid her hands into his trousers, into his boxer, finding his hard cock. She stroked it with the tips of her fingers, teasing him just like he was teasing her.

Sherlock noticed this and growled. He pulled his fingers back from inside her and held her legs with both his hands. His hold on her legs tightening every second, hurting her more and more. His hold was painful but she didn't care. She knew she would have purple marks on her legs later but it wasn't important. Not now.

He was losing his control. He had to have her. Now. He couldn't hold himself back anymore. No more teasing, no more games. All he needed was to be inside her, filling her, feeling her.

With his hands still holding her legs, he carried her to the bed, her arms locked around his neck. When they were both lying on the bed, they started taking both their clothes off. Molly couldn't exactly remember when and how they were left with nothing on their bodies, completely naked. And she absolutely had no idea when on earth Sherlock put on a condom.

She tugged on his beautiful black curls, pulling him closer to her for a passionate kiss. They were kissing, tasting each other. Sherlock's hand squeezed her breasts, listening to Molly moan into his mouth. How good it felt to hear her moan underneath him. How good it felt to feel Molly wet, all for him.

When he felt like his sanity was slipping away from him, he thrust himself inside her, surprising her with the sudden action. Molly's eyes snapped open and she screamed his name in vain, wrapping her legs around him to feel him more. Then they both started moving, both at the same speed and rhythm. He fastened up, trying to feel every inch of her inside.

"God, oh god yes…" she whispered, biting her lip, bleeding it again.

Sherlock grinned devilishly at the sight of her biting her lip and he took her lower lip inside his mouth, sucking it and tasting the blood on his tongue.

Molly put her hands to his back, caressing it up and down. She could feel she was close. Her eyelids were closing slowly. She threw her head back and arched herself to him, closing the few inches between them. But with one really hard thrust, she—absolutely accidently—nailed his back and scratched it, making it bleed. She kept screaming his name, moaning a few things that she couldn't even understand herself. But he understood them all. She wanted him to fuck her, she wanted him to move deeper, she wanted him to be harder. And he obeyed. He started moving deeper, so deep that after some time Molly felt like he was about to pass through her and start doing the bed.

It kept going on like that for a few more minutes and then Molly couldn't hold herself anymore. She screamed and came, her vagina tightening around his hard cock. Sherlock growled and thrusted in her a few more times before he also came undone. He buried his head into her neck, trying to control his breathing. Then they shared a few more sloppy kisses before rolling to their sides.

"I'll be right back." Sherlock said and kissed her forehead, going to the bathroom. Molly sighed, totally satisfied. She was going to wait for him to come back but she was too tired to keep her eyes open. She fell asleep with a stupid but sweet smile on her face.

A kiss on her neck made her open her eyes and notice the sunlight coming through the window. It was the first time she ever woke up in the morning and found Sherlock beside her.

"Morning." He whispered to her ear, kissing her earlobe.

"Morning." She replied and felt his warm body behind her. He pressed himself more to her back and his kisses became hotter on her neck. He bit an area on her neck that was already swollen from yesterday's lovebites.

"God, I love it when you do that." She whispered. He smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. His hands caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly.

She giggled with pleasure. "Sherlock. I've got to go to work." She said weakly.

"You still have an hour." He responded, his hands grabbing her ass.

She was about to say something else but then he slid two fingers inside her, making her scream loudly. "Sher…" she couldn't find her voice to continue what she was saying. She was so tight, so hot for him that Sherlock heard nothing she said if she said anything at all anyway.

Before he could continue what he was doing, they heard Mrs. Hudson's voice calling for them from the living room. Molly silently thanked her for coming or she would never be able to stop this irresistable man.

Sherlock pouted as he saw Molly collecting her clothes from the ground. He was about to say something but Molly dashed to the bathroom, leaving a dumbfounded Sherlock. He rolled his eyes and wore his clothes, going to the leaving room to see Mrs. Hudson tidying the place.

"Can you make two cups of tea, Mrs. Hudson?" he asked as he sat down in front of his desk, paying full attention to the newspaper Mrs. Hudson brought. He needed a case and Lestrade still didn't call him.

"Not your housekeeper." Mrs. Hudson replied before going into the kitchen to make two cups of tea, not sure why she had to make two cups of tea. Though her question was cleared up when she saw Molly leaving the bathroom, going back to the bedroom on her tiptoes, trying to be as silent as she could. Mrs. Hudson gasped, a hand flew to her mouth to cover up a surprised scream. But she soon gathered herself and uttered no word about it.

It was later on that evening when Molly recieved a text from Sherlock just as she was locking up the morgue.

Lestrade called me for a case. I'll be out of town for a couple of days. SH

She hesitated a little before answering. Why was he explaning this to her? It confused her. Okay? xM

I won't do drugs while I'm away from… you. SH

She smiled when she read the text. Okay. Be careful. xMH

Always am. SH

Okay, I think this whole chapter included nothing but smut. But, this is an M fanfiction and I warned you so… Hope I didn't disgust anyone. LOL

The next chapter will have more fluff then sex and you will see more character developement, I promise. And like always, please leave a review, it'd only take a few seconds of your time. They make my day and they are my inspiration to continue writing.

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