Once again, thank you all for your continued support. Your reviews are amazing! Really, I LOVE hearing from you all! Big thinks to MizJoely for all her beta work, she's a wonderful friend. Also thanks to MrsMCrieff for her help on the restroom issues... all of our conversations seem to center around potty talk! LOL

Warnings: There be sexy times below and LOTS of dirty talk. That's about it. A guest asked if Ford was going to hurt Toby. No, he's not. It was hard enough to write the Redbeard moment. No more harming animals.

I own nothing. Enjoy!~Lil~

Sherlock woke up when he heard the creaking of his floorboards. He opened his eyes to see Molly, a towel wrapped around her damp body, going through bottom of his chest of drawers. She'd finally given in and put her clothes away instead of living out of her suitcases and she was currently giving him a tantalizing view. He knew she thought he was still asleep, and that staring at her exposed cunt was borderline creepy... but that didn't mean he would be stopping any time soon.

"It's impolite to stare, you know," Molly said, still bent over.

Caught... Damn.

She raised up. "Your breathing changed when you saw me bend over. You're not the only one who can observe, Mr. Holmes."

As she turned around he saw the smirk on her lips and the clothes in her hand. He desperately hoped she didn't have any plan on getting dressed anytime soon.

"All rested up? You were out quite late last night."

"Yes," he answered. He didn't miss the hint of longing present, even in that single word.

"John and Mary are at a scan," she said as she tossed the clothes onto a chair.

He watched the clothes drop and felt his spirits rise.

She planted her hands on her hips. "We're all alone."

Sherlock swallowed. It had been too long, far too long. Between Molly's ridiculous rule about not shagging with the Watsons in the house and his constant worry about the Sherrinford situation, it had been nearly two weeks since he'd made love to Molly. He was suddenly dying to taste her. He wanted to hear her scream. He was already half hard just thinking about it.

Molly dropped the towel just as she got to the bed and Sherlock started scrambling out from underneath the duvet to reach for her, but she wouldn't allow it. She pushed him onto his back. He tried to complain, but was stopped once again when Molly's hand landed on his cock as she crawled on top of him. Her mouth claimed his as she stroked him through his pants.

He gave into her, enjoying her dominance for a change. She tasted of tea and mint and a particular sweetness that he'd come to associate with Molly. She slid her mouth across his jaw, nipping and kissing until she reached his neck. Her breasts brushed up against his chest, almost tickling. She bit down on his neck hard enough to leave a mark, then soothed it with her tongue making his cock throb. That's when Sherlock decided he was finished being passive. He tried to flip them, but Molly put her hand on the bed next to them, halting the move.

"No! There's something I want to do," she said and suddenly Sherlock felt like he was about to be eaten alive.

Molly kissed across his chest, taking time to lick and suck at each nipple. Just when Sherlock was sure he couldn't take much more she moved lower. He realised what she was planning and asked, "Your wrist?"

"Is fine," she said looking up and peeled off his pants, freeing his cock.

That was reassurance enough for him. He kicked his pants off and looked down at his Molly as she took him in hand and smiled wickedly.

"You love eating my pussy, don't you Sherlock?" she asked then she licked the pearl of liquid that had escaped.

Oh fuck, he thought. "I don't think I've tried to hide that fact, love."

"Yet you've never let me return the favor." She kissed the tip. "Why?"

Sherlock took a deep breath. "It's not, ah, really necessary. Besides, I'm usually in a hurry to be inside you."

"Well there was that one time..." she started.

"Got carried away, and the condoms were in the bedroom. You plan on doing anything with that?" he asked motioning with his head.

"Bossy, even now with your cock in my hands." She laughed then she slowly lowered her head, letting him slip into her mouth little by little.

He breathed out as she finally took as much as she could, his prick touching the back of her throat. He had to make himself not thrust up as she pulled back out, wanting to feel that again. She worked him with her hand as she licked the underside, cupping his balls and she worked him harder and harder humming as she sucked. And even though it felt fucking fantastic, he wasn't going to come. Molly's mouth wasn't what he wanted after nearly two weeks, not by a long shot. Though she was doing an amazing job of trying to change his mind.

She looked up at him. Oh, she wanted him to come. He could see it in her eyes. "Molly," he said. "That feels so... I-I need...ahhh... you."

She pulled off, but continued to work him with her hand. "How do you want me?"

He raised his eyebrow. "My choice? Belated birthday gift?"

She giggled.

"Stand."

She gave his cock one more lick, then got up off of the bed. Sherlock sat up and pulled her between his legs. "Are you wet? Bet you are. You enjoyed that, didn't you?" He rubbed his thumb just inside her lips. "Naughty, Molly. Getting turned on just by sucking my cock. And all these years I thought you were a good girl." He continued to play with her clit. She was holding onto his shoulders and Sherlock couldn't help but admire how quickly she could become a quivering mess. He took one nipple in his mouth, biting down with the right amount of pressure, flicking the tip with his tongue.

"Please, Sherlock." She threw her head back.

He stood up quickly. "Knees on the bed, bend over, Molly."

She whimpered then complied as Sherlock grabbed a condom and rolled it on. Oh the sight of her lovely, pert bottom up in the air, and her pussy so open and wet for him. He had to take yet another deep breath and calm himself. He ran one hand down her back as he gripped her hip with the other. Her skin was always so soft but even more so right now, since she had just gotten out of the bath and had clearly scrubbed her body then applied his favorite apple scented lotion.

He took himself in hand and slowly entered her. She felt amazing, but she always did. Molly called his name as he bottomed out, asking him to fuck her. He couldn't deny her any longer. He gripped her hips with both hands and pounded as hard and as fast as he could. Molly came almost instantly, her core gripping him tighter than he'd experienced before, the new position and extra leverage clearly giving her just what she wanted. She babbled incoherently into the mattress as he continued to thrust into her and felt his orgasm build. But he wasn't finished with her. He reached down and pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger.

"Come on, Molly. One more, love," he said as he rubbed circles around the tiny bud.

He was close and he needed to take her with him when he fell. He felt her tightening once again and she raised up, pushing hard against his cock. "Fuck yes! Oh God, Sherlock! I love your cock!" she called out just before her second climax took them both. Sherlock pulled her up flush against his chest, holding her there as he emptied into her, needing to feel their bodies touching as much as possible. He bit down onto her shoulder to keep from screaming in her ear as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

Finally regaining his ability to think once again, he carefully lowered her to the bed and took care of the condom, then joined her. "I've missed that so much," he said as took her hand, kissing the back of it.

"Me too," was her breathy reply.

Molly washed up quickly while Sherlock was recovering, then he jumped into the shower. It was her day off and she'd already asked him if he'd go with her to her flat so she could collect more clothes and some notes on an article she was writing.

Sherlock's phone rang and Molly ignored it as she tidied up the sitting room. Less than a minute later it started ringing again, getting her attention. She found it in the kitchen and saw that it was John so she decided to answer it, just in case.

"Everything okay, John?"

"No, well, yes. By yes I mean no." He then growled. "Mary's in labour. We're on our way back to the hospital. We were having lunch after the scan when the contractions started."

"Oh, that's great!" she said, though a feeling of dread filled her stomach. "Sherlock's in the shower. We'll head that way as soon as he's out."

"Okay, good, great, right! That's good."

"John, breathe. How's Mary?"

"Ahh, she's, well, she's doing better than me, actually," he admitted.

"Well, try to stay calm. Do you need anything?"

She heard Mary's voice in the background. "Oh yes, can you bring Mary's bag? It's in our room."

"Of course. Love you both!" Molly rang off and headed to the bathroom. She knocked then walked right in. "Sherlock? John just called, Mary's in labour. They're on their way back to Barts."

Sherlock threw back the shower curtain and started to jump out, Molly held up both her hands at once. "Wait! You're covered in soap! And you have to rinse your hair!" He looked confused for a moment then got back into the still-running shower.

Molly shook her head and marveled at John and Sherlock's reactions.

"Call Mycroft, tell him to implement the stork protocols," he called out over the sound of the shower.

"Fine," Molly said as she found his brother's number. "Anything else?"

"No, just... umm, well..."

"Sherlock, breathe."

He didn't answer, so she could only hope he was actually breathing behind the curtain.

Almost forty-five minutes later Molly and Sherlock arrived at St. Barts. Molly had Mary's bag in one hand and Sherlock's hand in her other.

He was nervous, that much was obvious. His best friend was about to become a father and his murderous brother would most likely take this moment to make his move. Molly hadn't attempted to engage him in conversation on the ride to the hospital. She just let him make his plans and send his texts. Now he was walking through the corridors, gripping her hand so tightly it was nearly no, it was painful...

"Sherlock," she whispered to him. But he ignored her, so she tugged on his arm. He still ignored her and actually picked up his pace. "Sherlock!" she said louder finally getting his attention causing him to stop. "My hand."

He looked a bit lost for a moment, but finally let go of her. "Oh. Was I...?" He flexed his fingers. "Right, let's find John."

Molly looped her arm through his. "Can we walk a little slower, please. My legs are significantly shorter than yours."

He glanced down. "Of course."

They finally reached maternity department. Molly asked about Mary at the nurses station while Sherlock sent another text. Just then John rounded the corner.

"They're giving her an epidural," he said, then he kissed Molly on the cheek.

"I have her bag."

"Oh, right." He looked a bit worse for wear. "I'll take that, I suppose."

"Everything's in place. Are there agents at the birthing suite?" Sherlock asked.

"Yes, I'm glad her doctor has privileges here at Barts. At least people are used to this sort of thing from us." Then a nervous laugh escaped the former army doctor. "Look there's a waiting room just outside her suite." He motioned for them to follow him.

Sherlock started but Molly stopped him. "I'll be right there. I have to use the ladies."

"I'll come with you," Sherlock said casually.

"I don't think you will." She laughed. "I've been doing this on my own since I was about two years old if my Gran's to be believed." She turned to leave, but Sherlock grabbed her wrist.

"Let me get an agent..."

"I need to go now. Not in ten minutes when you round up an agent. Besides, they need to be focused on John and Mary. Look, I walk around this hospital every day. I'm fairly well known. It's just around the corner." She reached up and touched his cheek. "Let me go wee, and you go become an uncle."

He gave her one last concerned look, then took her face in his hands and kissed her... hard. It was a little disarming; he didn't often do that sort of thing in public. When the kiss ended he said, "Be careful, Molly Hooper. Come straight back here."

She sighed and nodded then walked away shaking her head. That man, she thought as she rounded the corner to the public toilets. Out of order, lovely. She went back out to the main corridor. There were more toilets about three corridors away or she could take the lift down a floor. She decided on the lift because it would be quicker.

Just as the doors were about to close a doctor jumped on. He looked vaguely familiar but she didn't think much of it. She certainly didn't know every physician who worked at Barts. He was wearing a surgical cap and scrubs. Molly had already pressed the button for floor below and he made no move to the control panel. A couple of minutes later they'd reached their floor. He smiled as Molly walked out. Something about him made her skin crawl, but she dismissed it to the general tone of the day.

Across the hall and around the corner were the closest public toilets and Molly was quite relieved. Just as she finished taking care of her business she heard someone else enter. When she made her way out of the stall to towards the sinks she saw him; the doctor from the lift was standing in front of the door.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she felt herself start to tremble.

"We're just gonna have a little chat Molly," he said in a deep voice.

Crap on a cracker! Molly's alone with Ford! I'd love to hear from you! Give me your thoughts! Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day! Hugs ~Lil~