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No warnings except for sexual content (lots of that).
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Sherlock didn't speak at all on the ride home, though Molly wasn't the least bit surprised by his silence. He could be quiet and contemplative at the best of times. Now, with the apparent return of his deranged brother, she decided to leave him to his thoughts. She had questions, but they could wait.
When they arrived at Baker Street Sherlock marched straight into his bedroom and shut the door, leaving Molly to her own devices. She'd expected as much. She made tea and settled in on the sofa with a book, resolved to let him come to her when he was comfortable. Forty-five minutes later he returned, in his lounge clothes rather than his bespoke suit, and stood staring at her with his hands on his hips.
"You didn't follow me," he stated.
Molly put her book down. "No. You seemed like you needed some time to yourself."
He nodded, then approached her. "I don't... anymore."
"Are you ready to talk about it?"
He sat down next to her and seemed to think for a moment. "I don't... think so. No. It's Sherrinford." He took a deep breath. "He... complicates things."
Molly took his hand. Did he mean in general or with them? She didn't know exactly how to deal with this Sherlock. Prior to last night, she would have called Sherlock one of her closest friends. They'd been through a great deal together. She'd forgiven him for his indiscretions of the past year, how could she not? She loved him for Heaven's sake. But this new relationship he'd initiated had absolutely thrown her for a loop.
Finally she decided to just speak her mind. She put her arm around his hip and pulled him closer. "You don't have to talk about it, if you're not ready that is. I am here, though. Just remember that."
She started to pull away but Sherlock grabbed her by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap. "You are, aren't you? Always here." He bunched up her skirt until it gathered around her waist. "Why are you wearing tights?" he asked as he palmed her bottom.
Molly laughed. "Because it's winter and I didn't fancy being cold all day," she replied as she stood up and started removing the offending garment. Clearly distracting her with sex was Sherlock's current MO. She could live with that... for now.
Once she got her tights off she reached for her pants, but Sherlock stopped her. "Leave them on," he said in a husky voice. "Back on my lap."
Molly crawled back, straddling Sherlock's legs and looping her arms around his neck. "All right, you have me and I'm tights free. Now what?"
Sherlock gripped her hips hard enough to bruise. "Kiss me," he demanded.
And she did, without hesitation. Molly had imagined kissing Sherlock many times. She'd thought it would be precise and calculated, much like everything he did. She wasn't prepared for the absolute fierceness of his kisses. The power. It was all consuming. Last night when they'd made love it had been slow and beautiful; intense yes, but his kisses had been sensual and passionate. Suddenly Sherlock seemed desperate to devour her. He moved his hands up her back, pulling her closer to him, pressing her body into his. Then he broke the kiss scrambling for the buttons on her shirt as she recovered from the breathtaking snog. The shirt gone, he made quick work of her bra then just took her in for a moment. He slowly danced his hands up her rib cage. He was still staring at her breasts when he started speaking, almost absently.
"They're perfect. I've never seen such symmetry before. I shouldn't care," His eyes glanced up to hers for a split second before going right back to her bare mounds. "But they're just so lovely to look at."
His right hand rested in the centre of her chest between her breasts, he seemed to be making a decision. Then he let the hand continue to travel up, wrapping around her neck, pulling her back down for another blistering kiss. Molly's bare breasts rubbed against Sherlock's dressing gown, causing the most delightful sensations. Sherlock pulled back suddenly. "You, Molly Hooper," This time he looked her square in the eyes. "Are breathtaking." He hooked one arm around her lower back for support and nudged her upper body back a little, causing her breasts to jut out. He stared at her again, looking all too pleased with the position he'd placed her in, then finally, finally he took a nipple in his mouth. They both hummed in unison as he sucked the bud between his teeth and flicked it with his tongue.
Molly couldn't stop her body's reaction. She instantly started grinding down on his erection, which had been there from the moment she had sat down without her tights. The friction between his hard cock and her damp knickers was magnificent. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she heard herself saying as he switched sides giving just as much attention to her other breast. Then he dipped his tongue, lightly grazing the underside and Molly nearly exploded. Sherlock, taking the hint, nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin he'd just found as Molly held on to his head and ground down on him, completely lost in her own desperate need for release. Suddenly and without warning, it came, and so did Molly. "Oh, how... oh... God!" She tried to form some kind of coherent sentence, but it never really happened. When she finally opened her eyes she found Sherlock watching her in wonder, slack jawed and panting.
"Christ, that was amazing," he said, still staring at her.
Isn't that my line? she wondered, as she tried to regain her thoughts.
"Watching you come is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He kissed her once again then picked her up off of his lap to lay her down on the sofa. He quickly shucked his dressing gown before removing her skirt, then he slowly pulled off her knickers. "And you are the most amazing thing that I've tasted, Miss Hooper... If you'll permit me to clean you up?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
Molly just nodded. It was all she could manage.
Sherlock licked Molly's thighs, which were embarrassingly wet, causing her to squirm as she felt her arousal starting to build once again. Oh God, she thought. There is no way. He spread her with his thumbs; she expected to feel his tongue right away, but instead she heard him growl and suddenly he was gone. Completely. She opened her eyes to find him standing up, removing his pajama bottoms, then his pants and tee-shirt.
He didn't say a word, just returned to his previous position and buried his face in her cunt. Molly moaned and thrust her hips upward. Sherlock hummed as he licked and sucked on every inch of her; pausing only to thrust his tongue into her channel. Yes, she was absolutely close again. No one had done ever this to her before, he was simply amazing. She was almost completely lost in her own pleasure when she heard Sherlock grunting as he lapped at her pussy. That's when she realised what he was doing to himself. Holy fuck!
"Sherlock!" she called out to him. He just hummed in response and sucked her clit into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth and somehow- somehow she was coming again. "Fuuuuuuuck!" she screamed holding onto his head as wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through her body. She barely noticed when the hot spray of cum splashed across her belly and chest, though she did hear Sherlock calling out her name and grunting.
When she finally opened her eyes Sherlock was sitting on the floor, near her feet, his head laid back, taking deep breaths. She looked down at herself. Her legs still opened wide, cum covering her midsection. She wanted to be embarrassed, but she couldn't... it was too fucking sexy.
Finally Sherlock looked over at her. "Damnit Molly, don't look at me like that. I won't be ready for at least another thirty minutes." He winked. "Shower?"
After what could only be considered the least productive shower of her life (mostly because Sherlock insisted on joining her), Molly finally convinced him that she required food. He ordered some take-away while she made tea.
"The scan went well," he announced as he walked into the kitchen thumbing through his phone.
"That's good," Molly said as chased Toby off of the counter. He was being surprisingly good, but mostly because there was so much to explore at 221B.
"Mycroft's sent me half a dozen texts. He really must be desperate. He hates texting."
They each carried their tea into the lounge. "You are going to help him I assume."
He sat down and leaned back. "Of course. You're in danger. He's in danger. My parents are..." he paused and leaned forward putting his elbows on his knees. "I didn't want to have to relive this nightmare again. Sherrinford makes me wish for the likes of James Moriarty."
Molly gasped.
Sherlock looked at her. "Yes, Molly it really is that bad."
"How? How could he be worse than Jim?"
"Because he's family. Because he knows me and Mycroft. Our weaknesses, our strengths."
Just then the doorbell rang, scaring Molly half to death. Sherlock grabbed his wallet and ran down the stairs. He returned with enough food to feed half of London.
As they ate Molly considered how to approach Sherlock. The entire situation was incredibly delicate. She assumed that something traumatic must have happened to make him wish for the likes of James Moriarty. As it turned out, she needn't have worried about starting the conversation.
They cleared away the leftovers and the rubbish after dinner. She was shocked at the amount of food Sherlock had eaten. When they had finished he turned to her and said, "I'm going to build a fire, could you grab the whiskey, it's in the kitchen... somewhere... and a couple of glasses?"
The glasses had to be washed and the whiskey wasn't easily found, but by the time she had everything and returned to the sitting room she found Sherlock on a pile of blankets in front of a roaring fire.
She handed him the glasses and sat next to him. "Thank you, Molly," he said as he poured the amber coloured liquid into the tumblers. He handed her one and took a deep breath. "So, Sherrinford..."
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