PROMPT:

Molly Hooper went camping-once. (it was to help Sherlock, John, on a case.-Her and Mary and baby Watson were brought along to pose as a family going on a trip.) She ended up being a mosquito magnet, and found out that's she is also allergic to the only bottle of Itch cream Mary brought.

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"Molly," Sherlock sighed irritably. "Trying to get some sleep here."

"Sorry, I can't help it!" Molly squirmed around in the tiny tent she was forced to share with Sherlock. "I'm so itchy all over and it's driving me crazy."

"What about the itch cream Mary brought?" Sherlock grumbled.

"Can't." She moaned as she desperately scratched her arms and her back. "Allergic. That's what's made this worse! I have rashes all over! And, my antihistamine hasn't kicked in yet either!"

After a few minutes of Molly's frantic scratching and muffled cries of frustration, Sherlock couldn't take it anymore.

"Fine!" He groaned and reached for her. "Come here. Take off your shirt."

"What?!" She hissed as she reared backwards.

Sherlock tugged on the jumper she was wearing to keep warm in the chilly outdoors. Molly tried to smack his hands away while simultaneously scratching her bites and terrible rash.

"Nonono!" Molly felt her face flush. "It's okay!"

"You can't reach your back," Sherlock tackled her. "Let. Me. Help. You."

With her shirt riding up to her shoulders, Sherlock dragged his short nails over her skin trying to be effective but not irritate her sensitized skin.

"Oooooohhh!" Molly keened and went limp. "OH DAMN! Left! Left! YES!"

"Here?" He moved to the spots where he could see redness in the dim light.

"OH, FUUUUUUUUHH… THAT'S IT!" Molly wailed repeatedly. "OH YEAH!"

"Oi!" There was an urgent voice and patting of the tent material from the outside. "We are right next to you two! These walls are fabric!"

"John?"

"Who else?! You're waking up my daughter!"

"DON'T STOP, SHERLOCK! HARDER!"

"John," Sherlock called out while his nails continued to give Molly blessed relief. "Molly has an itch that needs to be scratched!"

"We know!" John threw up his hands in the air. "I think the whole campsite knows by now!"

"YOU ARE A GOD AMONGST MEN, SHERRRRLOCK!"

"Molly," He grunted trying to reach around her. "This would be so much easier if I just took off your clothes!"

"YES! TAKE IT ALL OFFFFF!"

"Oh Christ!" John rubbed his eyes wearily. "Fuck this case. Mary! We're leaving!"