Sooo, we're happy with the sex? Good, because it's not stoppin' anytime soon. Thanks again.

Miz and Mrs are once again owed a 'big thank yous' for their support and general wonderfulness!

No real warnings this time other than more sexy goodness.

I own nothing except mistakes. Enjoy. ~Lil~

Molly woke up to a hand gently rubbing her hip. She blinked repeatedly trying to get her bearings. Oh, right... Sherlock... sex! Then she felt him placing feather-light kisses on her shoulder. For just a moment, she considered telling him that they needed to talk; figure things out. But he had said that he wanted to be with her. I can live with that, she thought.

She wiggled her bottom lightly against his burgeoning erection and he groaned in her ear. His hand tightened on her his as he pulled her closer to him. He started sucking and biting her neck, just below her ear – her weak spot. Oh, thought he already had her figured out. Well perhaps he did... a little. Molly knew she was well on her way to ready for him when he reached down and parted her legs, bringing one up over his and dipping a finger into her centre. Oh God! Silent, morning sex, she thought. This is lovely. Sherlock slid a finger into her channel and worked her methodically, all the while grinding his cock into the cleft of her arse. It was intoxicatingly slow. She felt like she was being hypnotized by his movements and by his lips. Finally he spoke, his voice even deeper from disuse.

"Can you reach the condoms... love?"

Oh dear Lord. When he said love she nearly melted. She was going to have to build up some kind of resistance or he'd start using it to wiggle limbs and organs out of her. She stretched out and grabbed one, handing it to him over her shoulder.

"Mmm, thank you." She heard him open it; he must have used his mouth, because his other arm was still trapped under her upper body.

He positioned himself, making small adjustments until he got where he wanted, then he started stretching her. Oh, she'd never felt so full. No wonder he was such a cocky bastard all the time. He slowly, deliberately thrust into her, pulling her hips back to meet his. He kissed her neck, nibbled on her shoulder, sucked her ear into his mouth. The position meant limited range of motion but it was so incredibly intimate, even more so than last night's session. It suddenly felt... different. She had no idea what exactly Sherlock wanted from her. All those things he'd said, did he really mean them or was it some kind of manipulation? That seemed extreme, even for him. Yes, he had called her love... twice now. That in and of itself didn't mean anything. It was just a thing people said, right? But Sherlock Holmes wasn't people... he was... Oh my God, what is this? I should have made him talk first...

"Molly, do you always think this loudly during sex? Perhaps we've discovered your issues with orgasms."

Sure enough Sherlock had moved his hand lower and was gently rubbing her clit. "Ah, s-sorry."

"I'm trying to make you come, you know. The least you could do is enjoy it and not have a panic attack." He chuckled and kissed her jaw. "Do you want to stop?"

"No," she said as she pushed back.

"Well then relax. I meant what I said last night. Relationship. Make love. I'm in this and I hope you are too."

He finished his little speech with a hard thrust, causing Molly to gasp. Redoubling his efforts with his hand, Molly suddenly felt herself building already. What the hell? Has everyone else been doing it wrong or is he just that good? Molly covered his hand with her own and Sherlock didn't miss a beat. He immediately moved his hand to her hip, letting her take over and pulling her back onto him even harder.

Molly touched herself exactly how she liked it as Sherlock thrust into her and whispered into her ear.

"Is it as good as your fantasies? Hmm? Oh God, you feel fucking amazing! Mmmolly, keep touching yourself. Want to feel you come. Want to make you keep coming forever!"

His paused his filthy mouth every so often to kiss and bite and suck on her back and neck. Molly was nearly overwhelmed until suddenly she was falling over the edge, gripping tightly to Sherlock's thigh as she rode out her orgasm. She was still in some other place when she felt him tighten his hold around her stomach and grunt out how perfect she was as he came.

"Molly Hooper," Sherlock said as he slowly pulled out. "You wreck me."

She was still on her side, Sherlock on his back as she tried to recover from the gut-wrenching orgasm. The ringing of a mobile pulled her back to reality.

"What?" Sherlock snapped to the caller. He paused and listened for a few seconds then snapped again, "Fine, one hour."

Molly rolled over and sat up on the edge of the bed. "What's going on?" she asked as she found her discarded shirt.

Sherlock jumped up and started pacing the room, completely naked. "Mycroft!" He said the name like it was toxic. "He wants to see me."

"I'll let you shower first then since you have to leave." She grabbed a new pair of knickers from her suitcase.

"No." He finally put on a dressing gown. "You shower first. You're coming with me."

"To see your brother? I'd really rather not."

Sherlock moved closer and took Molly by the shoulders. "Mary has a scan this morning, John told me I'd be on my own for most of the day. Evidently they're buying more baby things after the appointment. How many things can a tiny human need?" He ran his hands through his hair. "Besides, I doubt you feel like being in their company right now." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "God, I'm choosing Mycroft over John..." he shivered like a cold chill went through him.

"Can't I just stay here?"

"I don't want you left alone until I take care of this situation."

Molly sighed. "Fine! But I was in such a good mood... now Mycroft."

"Ruins everything, doesn't he?" He kissed her sweetly. "Now, off to the shower with you."

As Molly turned to walk out of the room she felt Sherlock's hand patting her bottom. She couldn't help but giggle. Who knew Sherlock Holmes was so touchy-feely? He was much more relaxed than he had been the day before. Oh, was that why he'd been so wound up? she wondered.

Mycroft was not the least bit pleased to see that Molly had accompanied Sherlock to his office. Good, Sherlock thought. Hope he gets heartburn.

"Sherlock, perhaps Miss Hooper would be more comfortable having tea with Anthea while we discuss the information I've... obtained."

Sherlock took Molly's hand in his. "I'm quite sure she wouldn't."

Mycroft set his jaw. "This is delicate, brother."

"As you well know, Dr. Hooper can be trusted."

"Not with this she can't." Mycroft sat down and flipped through a report, ignoring the pair.

Molly turned to Sherlock. "It's fine, really. I'll just wait for you..."

"You bastard!" Sherlock released Molly's hand and leaned over his brother's desk. "You know, I considered it for a second, only a split second. Then I said to myself, 'no, it couldn't be Ford. No, because Mycroft's got that situation well in hand. Not to mention he'd never keep something like that from me.' But not only have you let him slip through your greasy little fingers, neglected to tell me, causing my..."

Mycroft shot up. "Sherlock, please! You're upsetting Molly."

Sherlock took a deep breath, hating the fact that that little tactic worked so well and that it had been used twice on him now. He walked back to her, taking her hand as he tried to give her a reassuring smile, then he turned back to Mycroft. "You've lost our deranged brother." He ignored Molly's gasp. It was expected. "Enabling him to hijack England's airwaves and have Molly attacked. You're supposed to be better than this." He pulled out a chair directing Molly to sit down, then he did the same himself. He'd answer her questions later.

Mycroft had lost all colour. "I didn't lose him, the facility..."

"The facility that you chose. The one you swore could hold him."

Mycroft smoothed out his suit jacket, though it wasn't the least bit wrinkled. "I was certain that they could. I have always tried to keep you out of this, Sherlock, you know I have. But it seems that we're going to have to pretend to be a family for just a moment."

Sherlock refused to meet his brother's eyes. It was true, Mycroft had always handled the Sherrinford situation, keeping Sherlock almost completely in the dark, right where he wanted to be. This changed everything.

"Miss Hooper, are you absolutely sure you want to be involved in this? Are you completely aware of Sherlock's... history?"

Sherlock laughed. "Do you really think that's going to work? Molly doesn't care about that. She knows about the drugs. She tested me once, remember? Stop deflecting. Do you have any idea where he is or how he got a hold of that kind of money?"

Mycroft sat back down, looking defeated. "I have no idea where he is. But... yes, the money... it was mine."

"What?"

He sighed. "It seems he broke into my home and took the emergency cash I had in my safe."

"How much cash do you keep on hand, Mycroft?"

"Normally? Not much. But..." He swallowed. "I had planned on sending you away. Not on the mission." He looked absolutely wrecked. "I had two hundred thousand pounds in the safe to give you before you left."

Sherlock stared at his brother, not really sure how to respond. He had no idea that Mycroft had planned on keeping him from the mission. None. He'd completely missed that.

"I didn't discover that the money was missing until the morning you were to leave. If I were to withdraw that kind of cash again..."

"Yes, that would be a touch suspicions," Sherlock interjected. "Continue."

"I knew immediately that it was Ford."

"You didn't suspect me?"

"You'd been under constant surveillance. We hadn't seen a trace of him. I believe he was looking for family heirlooms to sell. He must have been quite pleased to find that amount of money lying about."

"I assume he's taken care of the video footage from your house?" Sherlock asked, almost rhetorically.

"He hacked into England's digital network. No doubt he found my security cameras somewhat less challenging."

"When? When did he escape?"

"The facility lost him about four months ago. We've been trying to find him ever since." Mycroft handed Sherlock a file.

"Jesus! Four months? How many times has your house been broken into, Myke? How has he been living all this time?" He flipped through the useless information for several moments. "This only tells me that you're a giant failure."

"It tells you where he is not. We're still looking."

"And you hoped that by releasing Cummings after Molly's attack that he'd lead you to Ford?" Sherlock laughed. "He's smarter than the both of us Mycroft, you know that. He'd know not to make contact again. Good God, you are desperate." Sherlock tossed the folder back on his brother's desk. "You've got quite a problem on your hands." He stood and held out his hand to Molly.

"As do you, little brother. He came after one of yours."

Sherlock turned on the older man. "And you knew immediately why it had happened, yet you tried to make Molly seem like some kind of desperate harlot." That's when it dawned on Sherlock exactly why Mycroft had pretended not to believe Molly.

Mycroft stood up at the challenge. "I was trying to protect her! If he realises how much she means to you..."

"Telling me that Ford was out there would have protected her," Sherlock shot back. He led Molly to the door.

"Sherlock," Mycroft called out. "I need your help."

He didn't even slow down.

Oh, I might have misled you all... sorry about that (not really sorry). Give it to me. I can't wait to hear from you all. : ) ~Lil~

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