Thank you all so so much for all your comments and reviews. It makes me really happy that you're all enjoying this little fic so much. Who would have thought a stubbly Sherlock in a tent would be so popular.

Anyway the more astute of you will have noticed that the rating has flicked to an M. This chapter isn't too bad but I wanted to play safe.

Chapter 8

Molly could barely keep up with what was happening. It didn't help her concentration that she was once again kissing Sherlock. She was leaning on his lean thighs and she could feel the strong muscles beneath the course material of his jeans and the whole experience was wreaking havoc on her hormones.

His mouth was on hers...kissing her, his light stubble rubbing deliciously against her face, and she could feel his hands on her back. In fact it felt as though they were covering her whole back; the span of his hands seeming to reach from her shoulders to her waist. He'd just admitted to her that he liked her...fancied her even and whilst she still didn't trust this to be any more than that she was certainly happy to be enjoying the moment.

As his tongue entered her mouth she moaned and then felt embarrassed at her own reactions to him. She needed to catch her breath but she didn't want to stop kissing him for fear it might never happen again. Without realising what she was doing she moved her hands higher up in his thighs and he let out a low rumbling groan which had her insides spiking with lust and she knew she wanted more from him.

It was Sherlock who ended the kiss and Molly had to concentrate on her breathing as she tried to get herself back under control. She was glad to see he was breathing as hard as she was and his lips and cheeks both looked flushed. If she got to kiss him a third time she promised herself she would thread her fingers into his beautiful, thick, glossy hair, she needed to know if his curls were as soft and silky as they looked.

He caught her looking and smiled tilting his head towards her. 'Go ahead.'

She giggled as she brought her hands up sliding them into the hair at his temples and pulling lightly. She laughed a bit more when his eyes closed and he bit his lip to suppress a second groan. 'God Molly, don't do that. Not in public at least...you'll have me on my knees begging and I never beg.'

'Mmm don't tempt me,' she tugged again enjoying his moan and the way his eyes were dilated when he opened them to look at her once more. She reluctantly released his hair and picked up her wine glass almost relieved to have something else to concentrate on before she lost control and ravaged him in public.

'So, when did you start to have feelings for me?'

He rolled his eyes. 'Molly, I keep telling you that I've had feelings for you for a while. I just...well they were never overtly sexual and my work was always the most important thing.'

Molly pursed her lip not wanting to ask the next question but needing to. 'And now?'

He shrugged. 'My work is still important. I need it, it's the only thing to bring focus to my mind, to keep me sane, but maybe I need more than that. Maybe I just can't be without you any more. I've seen you with other men and...well, that guy at the bar was the final straw. I couldn't stand anyone else other than me in that role, not now. I'm not saying it will be easy Molly, being with me, but then you already know that, right?' He smirked as he looked sideways at her and she raised her eyebrows and grinned in acknowledgement.

She put her hand back on his knee and squeezed, enjoying having the freedom to just touch him. 'It's OK, we can just take it slow, there's no rush.' She missed the slight frown before he schooled his features. He felt sure he was able to go faster and right now but if Molly wanted to take it slower he wouldn't push her. He figured he needed to gain her trust.

Meanwhile as soon as the words left her mouth Molly was cursing herself. Why on earth did she suggest they take it slow, she would happily have gone back to the tent right now and stripped him naked before riding him into oblivion. Now she'd have to suffer lying next to him all night whilst simultaneously suppressing her horny desire for him.

They ended up having another drink and chatting about what they wanted to do the next day before they slowly made their way back to the camp site. Their progress was impeded a couple of times by their need to make out against the side of the pub, a tree and the car. Molly knew that the only thing better than the feel of Sherlock's body pressing against her own would be the feel of it naked against her own bare skin. They seemed to mutually accept the need to refrain from kissing in the tent. Molly knew that if they started now they wouldn't stop and she wasn't sure he was ready and he really wasn't. He found he didn't want to rush into anything much though his body protested his decision.

As Molly drifted off to sleep in his arms she wondered how much longer she might have to wait.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

It was early morning when Sherlock awoke; the sun seemed to be almost accentuated by the walls of the tent bathing both him and Molly in a golden light indicative of the orange tent.

It wasn't long before he remembered the developments of the night before and the feel of Molly's lips against his own. He felt a smile stretch across his face at the memory and knew he was looking forward to kissing her once again and hopefully so much more.

He was currently lying on his back with one arm wrapped around Molly who was lying across his chest, her head on his shoulder and her hand on his stomach. With anyone else he would have wanted to move them, to extricate himself from the situation but he just didn't want to. Instead he lay there listening to her breathing, feeling how warm and comforting she felt and more. It was the more that worried him the most.

He wasn't just relaxed and content he was aroused; very aroused.

He was used to awaking with an erection, it was a trial of being a man in a human body but this was more than that. He wasn't just hard, he was tempted and after last night he was horny as hell. His hand seemed to move of its own volition sliding in circles across the bare skin of Molly's shoulder and she hummed and moved against him sending shockwaves all the way down to his cock which strained against the thin confines of his pyjamas.

His mind seemed to be in a silent battle with his body and at this exact moment he wasn't actually sure which would win. The hormones racing through his body seemed overpowering. He wanted to slide her body across his own and thrust up into her.

He snapped his eyes open and stared at the ceiling of the tent as he fought to bring himself under control. There was no way he could or should act on his instincts even if he wanted to. He had no idea if it would be something Molly would want.

A sneaky voice at the back of head told him he knew exactly how Molly felt towards him. She loved him and from the way she had acted with him last night she wanted him as much as he now wanted her. He'd seen it but it had all seemed too new, too fresh so he'd agreed when she had talked about taking it slow. So the question was, was he ready now?

Molly shifted again bringing her leg over his and letting out a soft puff of air against his chest which had him suppressing a groan...god he wanted her so badly.

He didn't just want her physically but emotionally too. This wasn't just about sex, none of it was. He needed her. That was why he was here lying in this tent with her...because not having her around for the weekend would mean that he would be alone and being alone was neither good for him not something he wanted anymore. He'd already changed fundamentally when he'd let John in as his friend was this so much different. It was still love it just came with added perks.

Molly moaned and pressed herself against his leg and his mouth went dry with the realisation that she was aroused in her sleep. He wondered...was she dreaming of him?

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly Hooper was dreaming. She was dreaming that she were in bed with Sherlock Holmes and that he wanted to fuck her. She felt his hand on her breast and his mouth on her neck as she pressed herself against him eagerly seeking some sort of satisfaction from the aching longing between her legs. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life.

She wanted to feel him pressing into her and filling her up. She wanted to see his face heavy with lust, looking down on her as he fucked her into oblivion. She let out a low moan and pressed herself against him...and that's when she awoke.

For a moment she was confused trying to remember where she was and why she appeared to be in bed with someone else and then it all came flooding back to her. Sherlock telling her he 'liked her and that he wanted to be in a relationship with her. The two of them kissing and touching on their way back to the tent but their agreement had been to take it slow. Molly didn't want to take it slow any longer if she didn't have to.

She seemed to be half lying across his body and she was painfully aware that she had just audibly groaned and pressed herself against his leg. Her only hope was that he was asleep. He wasn't.

As she looked up at him it seemed to set off some unspoken chain reaction as he fluidly turned them so that she was lying underneath him with her hand on his chest and his very obvious erection pressing into her thigh. They looked into each other's eyes for a single beat and then he bent his head to kiss her.

The feel of his lips on hers seemed to make her mind explode. There was no room for rational thought just the knowledge that he was kissing her; it was just as good as her memories from the night before except now she could feel his weight on top of her and the knowledge that he was here...with her...in this moment just made her greedily want more.

His kiss was hard and desperate opening her mouth and dominating her in a way that had her aching for him, she had never been interested in any kind of BDSM before but for a brief erotic moment she wondered what it would be like if he restrained her, if he blindfolded her and just took from her what he wanted. That fleeting set of images in her head had her groaning and scrabbling at his t shirt trying to remove it so she could feel his skin against hers.

Aaannnddd I think that's enough to be going on with don't you? Wouldn't want it all to be over too quick? Go on...let me know how cruel I am and I'll be back with part 2 soon xx