Twice more, he stopped and pulled her close, kissing her until he could barely think and was sure she felt the same.

As they arrived at the door and she pulled out her set of keys, his sense of urgency returned and he moved close behind her, kissing her neck and putting an arm around her, slipping his hand under her coat to stroke her breasts through the thin material of her dress. She gasped, nearly dropping her keys and he grinned against her, taking them from her and slipping it into the lock without even taking his lips from her neck.

She jumped as he pinched her arse playfully and laughed, skipping into the flat. He followed close behind and slammed the door, not caring if he woke Mrs. Hudson.

"Shhh!" Molly giggled, holding a finger to her lips.

He smirked at her roguishly before lunging forward and wrapping her in his arms. Her laughter turned to moans as he ravaged her mouth and began yanking off her outer clothes. He dropped her coat and scarf to the floor at the bottom of the stairs and quickly did the same to his before picking her up, eliciting a squeal of surprise, her legs wrapping around his waist. He kissed her passionately and began climbing the stairs to their flat, not letting go of her. At the top of the staircase, her back slammed against the door to 221B and he relished her gasp and the way her fingers tightened their grip in his dark curls as he snogged her silly.

It's about damn time.

They were so caught up in the moment, both failed to notice the downstairs flat open and their landlady's head pop out to glare up at them before she realized what was happening and retreated, shaking her head with a fond smile.

Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the doorknob and shoved it in his haste to get her inside. They tumbled headlong into the flat and Sherlock flung his arms out to stop himself from crushing Molly, who landed on her side. He landed above her on his hands and knees, effectively trapping her on the ground. She squirmed under him, rolling to her back and gazing up at him; he noted her blown pupils and the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

For a brief second, he hesitated, wondering if he could really let go and just be in the moment, but when he felt her hands unbuttoning his shirt, all rational thought left him.

As she pulled the shirt from his shoulders, he spared a passing thought, thanking his luck that Molly kept up with her pills religiously, before eagerly pulling her skirt up and over her thighs. She lifted her hips, helping him along and he pulled her dress up over her head, leaving her in her underwear.

He raked his gaze over her body, admiring her delicate curves and her matching bra and knickers. They were simple white lace and he found his mouth watering at the sight.

He sat back on his heels, studying her. She made to cover herself, obviously feeling like he thought she was inadequate but he grabbed her hands, pinning them to her sides as he scrutinized her, his eyes narrowing.

"Having quite a lot of sex my arse." He snorted, annoyed.

Her brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"You said you were having quite a lot of sex with your ex fiancée. You were lying."

She looked away self-consciously. "Umm how do you…? Does it matter?"

He nodded. "It does." Suddenly, he bent over her, hearing her catch her breath. "I was quite jealous. I think I might have to punish you for that lie sometime."

She gasped and bit down hard on her lip.

Interesting.

"I can see that idea appeals to you."

She nodded eagerly.

Desire coursed through him and he practically pounced on her, licking her neck and collar bone and teasing her nipples through the soft material of the bra. He was fully hard and straining against his trousers but wanted to tease her to the point of breaking before he entered her.

Tease her like she had teased him with her brushes against him in the lab, her walks through the flat in nothing but a towel, her flirting with other men.

He smirked and motioned for her to sit up a bit so he could reach behind her to unclasp her bra, thankful that it gave way fairly easily. He pulled it off of her and threw it behind him somewhere.

He spared a vague thought that maybe they should move to the bedroom before latching onto one of her nipples, licking and sucking as she arched her back, pushing herself further into his mouth. He listened to her quiet moans for cues as to what she liked the most before he reared up to give her a dizzying kiss.

He pulled away and grinned wickedly, beginning to kiss and lick down her body, pausing several times to suck a dark mark into her flesh. He loved the idea of her trying to cover them all in the morning and not being able to. He steadily moved down until he got to her hips and was surprised when she clamped her legs shut, her eyes wide with both fear and arousal.

"Are you denying me what I want?" he growled but with a curious look on his face.

"I, uhm, it's just," she stuttered nervously.

He sat back on his heels and studied her again. "Do you not like it?"

She covered her face with her hands, unable to meet his eyes and muttered something he didn't quite catch.

"What?" he inquired.

"I'VE NEVER HAD AN ORGASM DURING SEX!" She burst out.

He stared at her, stunned for a moment. "Who the hell have you been having sex with, Molly?"

She covered her face again, mortified.

He gently pulled her hands away and looked down at her, lightly planting a kiss on her lips. "Do you trust me?"

She chewed her lip before nodding slightly and he smiled at her before repeating his former trail of affection down her torso. He could sense her nervousness as he positioned himself between her thighs, her body radiating tension. He kissed and licked his way up her inner thigh slowly, giving her time to adjust to his presence there and relax a bit.

He slowly pulled her knickers down her legs and gave her a smoldering glance as he raised them to his mouth, sucking on the fabric. Her eyes were huge as she took in the erotic sight. She gasped as his fingers explored her wet folds and he pushed one inside of her.

Oh God, Molly, you're so ready for me.

He groaned in appreciation. Her breath came in short pants as he worked first one, then two fingers in and out of her. Leaning forward, keeping his eyes on her, he took an experimental lick, focusing his attentions on her clit. She shrieked, and her hands flew to tangle in his dark curls, pulling in a very satisfactory manner, if you asked him.

Her taste was intoxicating and his cock became almost painfully hard as he licked her but he was determined to give her her first orgasm before he even entered her. She arched her back up, all inhibitions lost in her pleasure and his closed his lips over her clit and sucked. Her orgasm exploded over her and she screamed incoherently as he worked his fingers inside of her until she melted, going limp.

He climbed back up her body and grinned at her before kissing her dizzy, wanting her to taste herself on him. She shuddered underneath him, coming back down to earth and he pulled back to look at the dreamy expression on her face.

"Oh wow. How..?" she asked, obviously confused.

"Well, it's partly knowing what to do and partly the fact that you want me more than you've ever wanted another man. Isn't that right?"

She smiled up at him. "You are so cocky."

He grinned wickedly. "Speaking of cocks…"

Her eyes widened at his filthy innuendo and he smirked at her.

"You love my voice, don't you Molly? I might have to test just how much sometime."

She waited breathlessly as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, taking himself in hand. Staring into her eyes, he stroked his hard cock, while slowly, deliberately teasing her with his fingers.

He saw the second something in her snapped and she reared up to knock him flat on his back and take him in her mouth. He gasped in shock and pleasure as her tongue teased him, licking him from base to tip before taking him in as far as she could. It was far better than his dream and he had to pull her off before long.

He growled, pulling her into his lap, biting her lip as she ground against him. He was vaguely aware that he was still mostly clothes while she was stark naked on top of him.

Mine.

He pushed her off, and stood, extending his hand to help her up and pulled her in for a kiss, intending to take her to the bedroom. The kiss deepened though and before he realized it, he had her up against the wall and was pushing his way into her warmth.

Mine.

He'd be ashamed in the morning. Ashamed of his impatience, his lack of self-control, his need for her. He'd be ashamed in the morning but Sherlock took her right there against the wall. He fucked her fast and hard, the slow, tortuous buildup almost too much for him. Her moans and screams of his name echoed off the walls as he brought her to her peak again with his fingers on her clit and his cock deep inside of her. A few thrusts later, he froze, emptying himself inside her body, whispering her name into the crook of her neck.

Mine.

After a moment of stillness, he pulled out of her and sank to the floor, still holding her in his arms.

Nuzzling her neck, he asked, "So this means you are breaking up with Daniel, right?"

She giggled a bit. "Poor guy."

"Surely you aren't upset about breaking up with him?" Sherlock asked incredulously.

She shook her head, amused. "No, no, I just feel bad for him."

He rolled his eyes. Just like her to think about his feelings even after we just had sex.

"Whatever for? He'll find someone else." He played with the ends of her long hair.

She sighed, shaking her head fondly at his exasperation. "Well, Sherlock, it's kinda mean to break up with someone on Valentine's Day."

Sherlock's head shot up. "Oh, oh! It's Valentine's Day? I suppose you and he had plans?"

She nodded. "Yes, we were going on a date tonight."

Hmmm…

Sherlock got to his feet and pulled her up next to him. "Let's go to bed."

She shot him a look of pure sex and he chuckled. "To sleep, Molly."

He led her towards his room, and pulled back the sheets as she cleaned up in the bathroom. She joined him in the bed after a few moments and seeing her there made his heart clench.

That's what I want. Her here with me. Forever.

He swatted his thoughts away, somewhat alarmed by the force of them.

He smiled at her and intertwined his fingers with hers as they lay side by side until she fell asleep. Gently rising from the bed, he gave her a fond glance and headed to the living room.

He had research to do.