Thankfully it seems most of you are fairly forgiving of the fact that I left you at a crucial moment. I only hope the climax of it is as satisfying to you as it is to our erstwhile pairing.

Chapter 9

He broke off the kiss just long enough to help her remove his t shirt and also to pull her own top off and then his mouth and hands were on her breasts biting and sucking them, making her arch up into him. He'd moved his body so he was between her thighs and she shamelessly rubbed herself against him loving how hard he was for her and how much he stimulated her.

He moved his head from one breast to the other leaving his hand to continue to squeeze and toy with her wet, hard nipple and Molly knew she was going to climax. He seemed to sense it and he let his hand slide down and into her shorts.

She felt his hand move over her clit rubbing small circles, which had her moaning and crying out his name, before they moved further south. Slowly he slid his fingers into her slick warmth as the heel of his palm, weighted down by his body, continued to press against her clit.

He thrust his hips against his hand in a mock simulation of sex and Molly's climax broke, washing over her as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure. He kissed her once more and as she drowsily came back to her senses she wondered if he hadn't had to kiss her to reduce the amount of noise she was making. At that exact moment though she didn't care. All she cared about was having him inside her.

Once again they seemed to be perfectly in tune with each other as he pulled her shorts down her legs and when he settled back between her thighs she helped him push down his pyjamas, just enough to free his now leaking cock.

Molly could feel the velvet smoothness of his skin over the hardness of his shaft and she stroked him with her hand enjoying his obvious pleasure as his head fell to her shoulder and his breathing hitched with his own arousal. It wasn't long though before he begged her to stop and she brought her legs up around his slim hips opening herself up to him as she positioned him at her entrance.

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes as he slowly pushed into her and the weight of his gaze almost had her looking away, not able to bear seeing the extent of his desire for her; still not really believing that this were real and not just a figment of her imagination.

As he filled her completely Molly let out a groan of pure pleasure as she relished the feeling of being so completely connected to him in such a primal and basic way. She saw his eyes almost close as he struggled to cope with the feelings he was experiencing and when he opened them once more it was only long enough for him to take another kiss from her.

Every movement he made had her nerve endings react to him. His tongue in her mouth mirrored his cock inside her and she felt overwhelmed by him. She knew she was about to come again and the ferocity of her physical reactions almost scared her in their intensity. She moaned, she called his name, she swore, and her nails clawed at his back and his backside as she urged him on begging him to go harder and faster. This was Molly Hooper being well and truly fucked literally by the man of her dreams and she was loving every second of it.

When she did come she would have sworn she saw stars, the tent seemed to black out for a moment and though her eyes were open she couldn't see anything, her head fell back as her muscles clenched and unclenched and she heard and felt, rather than saw, him finally climax. He came with a final thrust and a low groan and he held himself as deep inside her as he could until finally his muscles gave out and he collapsed his weight on top of her.

For a moment they just lay together catching their breath before Sherlock bent to kiss her once more. This time the kiss was slow and almost verging on sweet before he pulled away and rolled off her.

It was about then that she realised that they hadn't used any protection and whilst she wasn't worried about pregnancy (she was on the pill) or STIs (she did his tests and her own and knew they were clean) she was in a bit of a mess. She gave him one last kiss and a smile before she grabbed her dressing gown and excused herself as she made her way to the shower block to clean up.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock lay there blissfully for a couple of moments wondering how his memories of sex could be so far from the reality. He wondered if it was sentiment that had made the difference after all he had never felt anything for those he had fucked in the past. He decided it must be, there was no other logical explanation.

Finally he took a deep cleansing breath and sat up retrieving his t shirt so he could set about making himself and Molly some coffee. As the water boiled he wondered whether he could persuade Molly to just stay in the tent with him for the rest of the day indulging in sex but he gave a rueful smile knowing he'd need at least a short while to recover.

When she finally returned all clean and showered Sherlock thought she was glowing. It seemed sex suited her and sex with him, in his opinion, was bound to make her look especially radiant.

She couldn't help kneeling down at his side and pulling him to her for another kiss. When they pulled apart she smiled happily. 'No reason for that one, it was just because I could.'

He smirked cockily. 'You, Molly Hooper, can kiss me as often as you like so long as you promise me sex like that every day.'

She laughed. 'Every day might be a bit of a steep promise but I can't wait to do it again.' He was amused to see her look down in embarrassment and blush at being so forward with him. It had him reaching for her again and this time the kiss held the promise of more to come. 'Maybe we should just stay here today.' He suggested but she pushed him away with a giggle.

'Don't be daft, being cooped up in a tent would drive you potty and I don't want you to get bored of me too quickly.'

He frowned in confusion. 'I'm never going to get bored of you Molly.'

Her smile was a little sad as she said in a quiet voice, 'we'll see' before moving into the tent to get dressed.

In the end they settled on a day at one of the beaches near Bournemouth. It looked as though it would be hotter than the day before and whilst she'd had fun on the murder hunt she just wanted to chill out in one place.

They managed to find a reasonably quiet beach with a cafe, some toilets and a small promenade of shops and pubs. It was less crowded than the main Bournemouth beach and a bit closer to their camp site.

Within about ten minutes of arriving Sherlock was complaining to her that he was both too hot and bored.

'Go for a swim then, I assume you can swim.'

He just gave her a black look for that comment. 'Can't... haven't brought swimwear and it's a bit too public for skinny dipping, 'then in a lower voice he added, 'not to mention sex in the sea.'

'Sherlock!' He laughed at her blush but found it fun how easy it was to embarrass her. She obviously wasn't yet used to them being sexual partners and he intended to make the most of it.

'Why don't you go buy some swim shorts? There's bound to be some for sale in one of the shops.'

He huffed but followed her instructions whilst she lay down on her rug with her sunglasses and sun cream on for protection.

All was quiet and peaceful for about twenty minutes but just as she was starting to nod off in the sunshine she felt him step back onto the rug and the next minute he lay down at the side of her and put a warm hand on her bare abdomen.

'Mmm Molly you're all hot. Seeing you lying out like this barely dressed makes me want to lick every inch of your body...and I mean every inch.'

He got the desired blush and she sat up looking around to make sure none of the other beach goers had heard him. He sat up chuckling. 'Don't fret Molly no one heard. Unlike this morning, I think we woke up half the camp site.'

Her blush deepened and her mouth opened in horror. 'No, please say we didn't.'

He chuckled. 'Molly we were in a tent with walls a millimetre thick, they probably heard everything.' He bent down lower so his mouth was near her ear. 'They'll be hearing a whole lot more when we get back as well.'

He was tempted to kiss her but given his intention to go for a swim he thought he should refrain, it wouldn't do to get too aroused this early in the day.

The sea was just the right amount of cold given the hot day and the two of them alternated between swimming and lying in the sun. Sherlock had to admit that he was feeling quite relaxed as he lay there. He spent time in his mind palace organising it and working through some tests he wanted to do the following week. He was feeling quite hopeful that Molly would let him have the liver he'd been after for a while. Maybe there would be some additional but positive bonuses to their fledgling relationship.

By midafternoon though he was starting to get bored and getting bored meant harassing Molly. He offered to put some sun cream on her as she lay there; trying futilely to get a tan, didn't she know she had the wrong skin type...she was meant to be pale and he liked her that way. He was as slow and as thorough as he could be as he applied the cream and by the time he'd finished smoothing it up her legs and back they were both feeling the very erotic effects of it.

Molly rolled over and he bent over her, half lying across her as he kissed her. His tongue immediately invading her mouth, hearing her low moan in appreciation. He had to concentrate to keep his hands in PG locations and not have them thrown off the beach but maybe it was time for them to leave anyway.

Just then there was a strangled yelp from behind them and Sherlock looked around with a scowl.

'Sherlock! Molly! Bloody hell it is you two. What the hell are you doing here and what...what...'

'Take a breath Gavin, you look as though you might have a heart attack.' Sherlock cocked a smirk at the Detective Inspector but made no effort to move off an equally shocked Molly.

I know, shock and surprise right. For some reason I've had the image in my head of Lestrade coming across Molly and Sherlock, making out on a beach, for about a year (probably since my last beach holiday) and I've finally been able to put it in a fic.

Anyone else pleased to see him or is he just a fly in the ointment?