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Molly wakes in the morning with a smiles plastered on her face as she remembers the night before, she opens her eyes and rolls over reaching out for Sherlock but her hands hit nothing but blankets. She smile vanishes when she thinks that she has imagined everything and when she sits up to rub her eyes and the sheets fall onto her lap she smiles again when she realises she is naked.
"Not a dream." She says happily and she chuckles and bounces around like and excited child. She throws the covers off herself and looks at herself in the mirror. The person looking back at her is so unlike herself. She looks happy and she is blushing and quite honestly glowing. She hears Sherlock in the other room and bites her lip and smiles to herself in the mirror.
"Round two." She says to herself and she grabs the sheet and wraps it around herself and piles her hair on her hers and tries to make it as sexy as she can. She smiles at herself pleased with the results and she walks out of her room feeling like a million dollars.
"Sherlock?" She calls seductively and she smells coffee, making her mouth water and she smiles.
"I am in the living room." He calls and she adjusts herself under the sheet and pushes the door open. Sherlock looks up from the laptop and his eyes widen and he smiles. His eyes dart to the kitchen door, "You may want to get changed…"
"Good morning Miss Hooper." Comes a familiar brisk voice and Molly cringes. She slowly turns around and meets the cold calculating eyes of Mycroft Holmes.
"Mr Holmes!" She squeaks and she hears Sherlock chuckle. She ducks around Mycroft and darts into her room slipping on and nearly losing the sheet in the progress. She thankfully reaches her room unscathed but utterly humiliated and she hears Mycroft scalding Sherlock.
"… I mean you have been alive less than twenty-four hours and you have already got your end away." He says and Molly cringes again.
"Mycroft do not talk about Molly like that!" Sherlock snaps and she smiles.
"Well, well has my baby brother got a little crush?" Mycroft says and Molly can just imagine Sherlock's eyes rolling.
"Oh grow up Mycroft. That is not the reason I brought you here."
"Oh and what would the reason be?"
"We will wait for Molly to get dressed and then we will talk." Sherlock says in a carrying voice and she knows he knows she was listening to their conversation and she rushes to get dressed.
Sherlock smiles when he hears her crashing around her room as she gets changed and his eyes meet Mycroft's narrowed ones and he knows he is trying to read him and he doesn't like it.
Molly quickly gets changed and tries to brush the snarls out of her hair and she gives up and throws it into a pony tail and heads back into the living room. The room is deadly silent as the brothers stare each other down. Molly clears her throat unintentionally and Sherlock blinks and pulls his eyes from Mycroft's and smiles up at her. She smiles back and feels her legs turn to jelly as she really takes him in, the sight of him with a rumpled t-shirt, jeans, no sox and some pretty wild sex hair was almost enough for her to jump him right there. She bites her lip as he arches and eyebrow at her and Mycroft sighs.
"If you are quite finished." He says sounding dreadfully bored Sherlock frowns and stares at him while Molly looks down at the floor and mutters about going to grab a coffee.
"Oh shut up Mycroft." Sherlock says as Molly reenters the living room after pouring herself a black coffee. Sherlock moves over on the couch and he smiles up at her as she makes her way over to him. She sits down and sips at the coffee and smiles nervously at Sherlock and then turns to Mycroft who is observing them with a frown. Molly looks down at her knees as the realisation of whom she is sitting across form dawns on her. Mycroft Holmes, one of the most important people in the British government and Sherlock's brother. She cringes when she imagines how confused and furious he must be first to find out her brother is not dead but then to learn that she knew all about it.
"Would someone like to fill me in on what the hell is going on?" He snaps and Molly glances up at him, his eyes are burning into her. She turns to Sherlock who nods and turns to Mycroft.
"Well I am alive." Sherlock says and Mycroft breathes out loudly through his nose, like an angry bull.
"I can see that brother. You could imagine my shock this morning while over my tea and toast I get a message that could only be from you. My dead brother." He says and Sherlock smiles. "How did you do it?" He asks and Sherlock looks at Molly.
"It is quiet brilliant." Sherlock says and he goes into fine detail about the fact he knew Moriarty planned to have him kill himself, the greatest shame. Especially after he had succeeded in making people doubt him and think he was a fake.
"Thanks for that brother." Sherlock says and Mycroft has the good grace to look mortified.
"It was not my proudest moment." Mycroft says and Sherlock scoffs. He goes on to tell him about Moriarty pulling the gun and blowing a hole in the back of his head but not before telling him no matter what happened if he didn't die three of his nearest and dearest would be killed. He explains the details of his fake death and how he knew the laundry was picked up at that time in the morning and that if he had any chance of surviving he would need help. He turns to Molly again and smiles down at her.
"I thought you might have had a hand in it." Mycroft says looking angrily at her. Molly could understand his anger but it didn't make her any less frightened of him.
"Molly helped me yes I went to her knowing she would help me no questions asked. She is not to blame." Sherlock says.
"She lied!" Mycroft says loudly. "She cried at your funeral. She kept it from us. She is as much a part of this as you are Sherlock."
"She played her part well, as I asked her to. Don't think for one minute that she didn't regret it or want to tell someone every minute of the day." Sherlock says springing to her defense. "She saved three lives in the progress Mycroft."
"But she broke about fifty laws." Mycroft says in a tired voice.
"Irrelevant, she helped bring down one of the worst criminal masterminds that you helped destroy me and she is going to help you catch the next big player in this game." Sherlock says and Mycroft frowns.
"Oh and how is she going to do that?" He asks feeling frustrated. Sherlock looks down at Molly who has gone quiet and pale and is gripping her coffee cup tightly.
"Sebastian Moran has asked her to work for him." Sherlock explains and Mycroft's eyebrows shoot up.
"Really?" he asks sitting forward in his chair looking at Molly and she nods.
"Yes he offered me a job, he said I could work for him or not. But he said that if I don't he would…"
"Kill you." Mycroft says rubbing his chin and sitting back. "Hmm, he always was quite blunt."
"You know him?" Molly asks before she can stop herself.
"Of course I know him, I know everyone worth knowing." Mycroft says with a sigh. He looks at both Molly and Sherlock who are looking at him expectantly and he crosses his legs and sighs. "Colonel Sebastian Moran is a vicious and deadly man. He is a sniper by trade but that is not the limit of his ability. He served in Afghanistan and was dishonourably discharged after it was discovered he has taken to torturing POW's. He was also found to have shot to wound and not kill in a some situations. It was never proven but we now know that was because Moriarty made it so. The witnesses in the trial all turned up dead in a number of gruesome and imaginative ways. Moran was not seen again for a long time and that is when we found out that Moriarty had recruited him. James Moriarty may have been the mastermind behind all his schemes but Moran was the deadly one. Anything James wanted done Moran would see to it that it was done."
"He was one of the gunmen ready to take down either John, Mrs Hudson or Lestrade." Sherlock says.
"I don't doubt it. I imagine her was stalking your dear John. He will have wanted to see you die for himself. When he saw Moriarty die he will have been in charge and as soon as he saw you fall he called off the killings." Mycroft says and Sherlock nods.
"Was it him who stole Moriarty?" Molly asks and Mycroft frowns.
"How do you know about that?" He asks glancing at Sherlock and he shrugs.
"Greg let it slip." Molly says and Mycroft sighs.
"Is nothing secret in this retched world?" Mycroft groans.
"Was it ever?" Sherlock asks and Mycroft arches his eyebrow.
"Apparently not, I have to make a few calls. Clean up this mess." Mycroft says standing up.
"I'm sorry." Molly blurts out and Mycroft turns to her frowning. "I am sorry I lied and I am sorry for all the laws I have broken and well everything." Mycroft stares at her and sighs.
"I cannot blame you really, he has his ways." He says
"No one can know I am alive Mycroft." Sherlock says quickly Mycroft sighs.
"You see?" He says and he closes the door behind himself.
"He hates me." She says and Sherlock takes the coffee out of her hand and places it on the table and she turns to him.
"Mycroft hates everyone. He only just tolerates me." He says and she rolls her eyes.
"He loves you."
"Love? I don't think so."
"He does, he is pleased you are back. That is why he is so mad."
"He is mad because he is pleased I am alive?" Sherlock asks frowning.
"It sounds weird when you say it like that but yes."
"Now you understand why I find emotions difficult?" He says with an exasperated sigh and Molly smiles.
"People are confusing." She says and he nods and then smiles.
"You looked lovely this morning." He says and he kisses her wrist and she smiles shyly at him and he chuckles.
"I wondered where you were this morning. I thought I had dreamt last night." She says and she smiles.
"I didn't sleep. I had a lot to think about and apparently sex helps to clear my head. Who knew?" He says with a smile making her blush.
"Glad I could be of some help." She says and he leans over and presses his lips too hers. She feels electricity shoot through her as his hand grips hers and he draws her closer to him. She gasps as he pulls her onto his lap and nips on her bottom lip.
"Sherlock…" She gasps as her runs his hose along her jaw.
"Yes?"
"Your brother,"
"What about him?"
"He is in the other room."
"He is in the hall actually." He says sucking her earlobe. Her eyes close and she runs her hands through his hair and snatches his hair back making him groan and look up at her. She leans down and kisses him and he waists no time and his tongue meets hers making her moan.
Molly breaks away when she hears Mycroft walking up the hall. She climbs off of him and straightens her clothes. Sherlock sits back and watches her getting all flustered and smiles when she squirms in her seat. He leans forward and whispers in her ear.
"Have I made you uncomfortable?" He asks and she turns to him and narrows her eyes. The door opens and Mycroft stares between them.
"Oh really you two, what age are you sixteen?" He scalds and Molly burns crimson while Sherlock just grins stupidly.
"So what does the powers to be have to say?" Sherlock asks as Mycroft sits down he looks down at his trousers.
"We are willing to over look the gross lack of concern for the law if Miss Hooper is willing to help us." Mycroft says and Molly smiles.
"Yes I will help." He says and she smiles round at Sherlock who is staring at Mycroft with a stony look.
"No Mycroft." Sherlock says firmly and Molly frowns.
"There is no other alternative."
"There must be, she cannot do this."
"Do what?" Molly asks frowning between the brothers.
"It is to dangerous, so much can go wrong."
"We have considered the risks and we are all in agreement that it is a risk we must take." Mycroft says.
"No!" Sherlock says more firmly.
"Would someone please tell me what is going on?" Molly asks really hating their private little conversation. Neither of them speaks and she sighs. "Sherlock?" She says but he cannot look at her.
"Tell her." He says to Mycroft and Molly frowns and turns to the older brother.
"You are to accept the job and to arrange to meet him to talk." He says also not looking at her. "From there we will take him down." Mycroft finishes and Molly stares at him wide-eyed.
"So I am to be b-bait?" She says trying to stay calm.
"You see Mycroft she can't do it." Sherlock says desperately and Molly frowns.
"I have to do it." She says her mouth opening without her first vetting her words. Mycroft turns to her with a look of surprise.
"Molly, think about what you are saying." Sherlock says sitting forward and turning to her.
"I would rather not. Is this the only option?" Molly asks Mycroft and trying desperately not to look at Sherlock, whose eyes are burning into her, as she knows her resolve will crumble.
"This is your only option." Mycroft says and Molly hears Sherlock's teeth clench.
"It is not!" He says through his teeth. "There has to be another alternative."
"Like what?" Molly asks and Sherlock freezes when she turns to him. "We need to get this man and I am the only one able to lure him in." Molly says and Sherlock closes his eyes and shakes his head.
"No."
"Sherlock be reasonable…"
"Stay out of this Mycroft." He snaps and Mycroft sits back.
"Please Sherlock let me do this. We can end this." She says and he frowns. "You can come back go home to Baker Street. You can see John again." She was hoping this would sway him and when she saw his face relax at the mention of John's name, she knew she was winning him over.
"You would do that for me?" He asks and she nods.
"I doubt there is a limit to what Miss Hooper would do for you brother." Mycroft says and Sherlock closes his eyes and sighs.
"You could die." He says in a quiet voice and Molly nods.
"If I don't do anything I will die anyway." She says and Sherlock opens his eyes and they meet hers. "I would rather die trying to stop a mad man than be tortured to death."
"Molly stop." Sherlock says and she grips his hand.
"You would let John do it." She says and he frowns.
"Well I don't… John is a skilled fighter." He says his pale cheeks flashing red.
Mycroft stares at his brother in surprise. He cannot quite believe the strength of the feelings his brother has for the young doctor. He can see Sherlock struggle to understand them as well and for the first time in is life he feels pity for his brother.
"Can we discuss this later?" Sherlock asks and Molly sighs but nods. Mycroft looks between them and clears his throat not enjoying this uncomfortable moment it the room. They both turn to him and he gives them an awkward little smile.
"I will give you the day to think about it." Mycroft says standing up again and Sherlock follows suit. As far as Molly was concerned her mind was made up but she knew Sherlock was going to take some convincing.
"Thank you Mr Holmes." She says and he nods.
"I shall see myself out." He says and he turns and slowly makes his way to the door and freezes. Molly watches as he twiddles his fingers against his thigh and he turns to Sherlock. "I am glad you are not dead." He says and molly peers up at Sherlock who looks startled.
"I… well…" Sherlock stammers and Mycroft nods.
"Right." He says looking awkward. "I'll be going." He says quickly and her turns and marches down the hall and Molly frowns. She has never seen quiet an awkward exchange between family before and as she hears the door close she looks up at Sherlock.
"Is it always that… awkward between the two of you?" She asks and he frowns.
"Always." He says and he sits back down heavily and puts his head in his hands. Molly stares at him while he taps his fingers against his skull and she sighs. She knows he is going to be like this for some time and she stands up and heads into the bathroom to leave him with his thoughts.
The hot water is soothing on her tense muscles she lets it wash over her as she fights the urge not to cry at the hopelessness of her situation. She shudders despite the heat at the thought of having to go and meet Sebastian Moran and how risky it is going to be. She knows that the self-defense classes she took will be useless against this man. You are going to die. Her brain says and she laughs at the fact that it was probably right. There was no way she was going to be able out maneuver this man or even outsmart him. She takes a shaky breath and rinses the tears of fear that spill from her eyes. She grips the wall as the fear courses through her like a poison, weakening her and making her body tremble. She feels her heart beating against her chest and her stomach heaves trying to expel the fear but her empty stomach just clenches painfully. Her legs tremble and she has to lower herself onto her knees before she falls and she sobs loudly quickly covering her mouth to muffle the sound.
The water hits of her back as her shoulder shake with violent sobs and she gasps when she hears a light knock on the door.
"I am just coning." She says as cheerfully as possible.
"Molly?" Sherlock says his voice close, at the other side if the curtain. She gasps and he draws back the curtain.
He looks down at her and he frowns. She looks so small and utterly terrified as she stares up at him and he doesn't like it. He snatches up her towel and switches off the shower and drapes her towel over her shoulders.
"Come on get up." He says and she takes his hand and allows him to pull her to her feet. She looks everywhere but directly at him. The embarrassment she feels is indescribable and cannot bare to see his disappointment. To her surprise he wraps her towel around her and picks her up. He cradles her against his chest and carries her from the hot bathroom and into her chilly bedroom. Her teeth begin to chatter in her head and Sherlock puts her down lightly.
"Let's get you dried." He says and molly nods. He pulls the towel from her shoulder and starts to pat her dry. Her teeth are still chattering and she tries to clam herself, she focuses on the feeling of Sherlock's patting her down and eventually her teeth stop chattering. She finally looks at him and she is shocked to see, not disappointment, but worry.
"Sherlock," She says in a small voice and he stops patting her waist and looks up at her, "you know I have to do this right?" She says and he frowns.
"I know," he says, "doesn't mean I have to like it though."
"I am going to need your help."
"You have me. Anything." He says and she nods.
"I need to learn to try and defend myself." She says and he nods.
"I can teach you that." He says and she smiles and stands on her tiptoes and kisses his cheek.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome." He says and he wraps her in her towel again and she smiles. "Get dressed, we will start now."
For the fifteenth time in three hours Sherlock had successfully and easily sent Molly tumbling to the floor. She groans as she lands and slams her hands on the floor in frustration.
"I am never going to get this!" She says angrily as Sherlock stares down at her with his hands on her hips. Molly had started this laughing and messing around but she soon found out Sherlock was not in a playing mood and she got more and more frustrated the more he tore into her.
"You need to focus Molly, pretend I am not me." He says and she scoffs. "Don't be frightened of hurting me. Come on I know you can do it." He says pulling her up and she winces as her achy body moves. She glares at him thinking about how much she really wants to hurt him now. "You need to try harder."
"I am trying." She says angrily and he smiles.
"That's it, imagine I am being horrible to you, remember everything horrible I ever said to you… think of me as Jim from IT." He says desperately trying to stir some anger in her. "He used you Molly used you to get to me. He never liked you…" He sees her eyes flash and he smiles, "… that's it get mad Molly." She stares at him and she can feel her blood rushing through her veins and anger bubbling in her stomach.
She thinks of all the people who have doubted her, she thinks about her dad dying and then about 'the woman' in Sherlock's life, Irene Adler and she clenches her jaw. She swings her arm and Sherlock catches it easily.
"Not good enough, you will die if you cannot…" Molly grabs hold of his arm and uses all of her strength to drive her knee between his legs. His eyes widen and he groans dropping her hand. He falls to his knees and shoves him onto the ground and steps over him. She storms from the room and grabs her phone and keys. She swings open the front door and slams it loudly making it bang loudly and echo around the hallway. She runs down the stairs with the ringing bang still humming in her head and she steps out into the street and runs.
She keeps running to adrenaline still pumping through her veins. She has never been so angry in her life and she doesn't like it. She knows Sherlock was only trying to help but it doesn't make her feel any better. He had brought up every horrible though and little insecurity she has about herself and she hates that.
She eventually slows down when it starts to rain and she enters a little café to escape the rain that is getting heavier by the second. She sits down pulling out her phone and sees she has two messages, ignoring then se pulls off the cover and pulls out the twenty she keeps in there for when she forgets her purse. She orders a slice of chocolate cake and a large hot chocolate and the waitress smiles down at her.
"Had a tough day?" She asks and Molly smiles up at her and nods.
"You have no idea." She says and the waitress pats her on the back.
"I will bring your order right out." She says and Molly smiles gratefully.
"Thank you." She says and her phone buzzes on the table, she sighs and picks it up and opens Sherlock's messages.
WHERE ARE YOU GOING? SH
LET ME KNOW WHERE YOU ARE. SH
DON'T THINK I WONT COME LOOKING FOR YOU. SH
Molly rolls her eyes and is about to put her phone down when it buzzes in her hand.
PLEASE MOLLY. SH
She frowns and types a quick message.
I am just grabbing something to eat. M
She bites her lip while she awaits a reply and the screen lights up.
OK. SH
Are you ok? M
I AM FINE YOU JUST CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD. WELL DONE. SH
Molly smiles and puts her phone away as her cake and drink comes over. Her mouth waters as the cake is placed down in front of her and she smiles at the waitress.
"I gave you the biggest slice." She says with a wink Molly chuckles.
"Thank you." She says picking up her fork. She digs into the soft sponge and smiles as she chews on it. Chocolate a girls' real best friend. It takes an embarrassingly short time to finish the huge slice and she pushes the plate away with a satisfied sigh. She takes to watching the rain as she cups her hot chocolate in her hands. She watches people runs around trying to avoid the lashing rain and she is startled out of her little bubble when her phone vibrates against her hip.
COULD YOU GET A CAB HOME? SH
I feel like walking. M
BUT IT IS RAINING. SH
I know but it may be my last rain so I want to enjoy it. M
She doesn't receive another text and she takes that as his acceptance of her plan. She pays for her food and thanks the waitress before stepping out into the heavy rain. Her t-shirt is soaked almost instantly and the bouncing rain soaking her shoes just as quick.
She takes the long way back to her flat through the park and slowly walks through it smiling to herself just enjoying the smell of the rain and the wet grass. She gets some strange looks from harassed passers by as she walks along the streets. There are people who are hiding in bus stops, under news papers or are huddled under umbrellas all looking miserable. Molly smiles at them as she passes embracing the cool rain as it runs down her.
She eventually reaches her building and she sees her curtains twitch and she smiles when she realises that Sherlock was looking out for her. She quickly runs up the stairs and nearly bumps into Jennifer who glares at her.
"Well Molly, don't you look like a drowned rat?" She says and Molly smiles.
"And don't you look like a ten quid hooker." She says and Jennifer's eyes widen and her mouth gapes open and Molly chuckles. "Oh even more so now." She says and she smiles as Jennifer snaps her mouth shut.
Sherlock has his ear pressed to the door and smiles as he hears Molly stick up for herself and when he hears her move towards the door he rushes back into the living room.
Molly walks off and leaves Jennifer behind her and she feels elated. She opens her door and closes it by leaning on it and smiling. Sherlock peers around the corner and she looks down the hall at him.
"Oh you are back." He says innocently and she rolls her eyes.
"I saw you are the curtains." She says and he shrugs.
"I was merely observing." He says and she pushes off the door and walks over to him and he frowns down at her.
"How are you feeling?" She asks and he nods.
"I am fine." He says and she smiles.
"Good." She says and she wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him down to her. "I am sorry for kneeing you in the crotch." She says and he chuckles.
"I'll survive." He says and she smiles. She presses her lips to his and he wraps his arms around her. "You're soaking." He says against her lips and she smiles.
"Well you had better get me out of these wet clothes then hadn't you?" She says and his eyebrows rise as he smiles.
"If you insist." He says and Molly giggles as he pulls at her t-shirt and yanks it up over her head. It lands with a wet thump on the floor and he makes quick work of the rest of her clothes until she is standing in her hallway naked and he has her pressed against the wall.
Molly breathes heavily as he roams his warm hands over her chilled skin. She pulls at his t-shirt needing more of his warmth and it quickly joins the pile of her clothes. Sherlock picks her up and pins her to the wall with his hips and she gasps as his jeans rub against her heated flesh. She reaches down between them and pulls at his jeans buttons and smiles when she hears them pop open. She proceeds to pull them down as he kisses and nips at her neck. He groans when her finger brush over his hardness and he nips harder at her shoulder making her squirm.
"Give me your hands." He says and she holds them out. He takes her wrists in one of his hands and pins then above her head while he moves his underwear down. Molly's eyes widen and she kisses him soundly when she feels him position himself at her entrance.
"Sher…" She gasps as she pushes into her, "…lock!" She sighs and he smiles against her shoulder. His grip on her wrists tightens as he begins to move and he sighs.
"My god Molly." He groans and she smiles and starts moving her hip with his making him breathe heavily against her chest. Molly's wrists begin to ache as Sherlock's grip tightens as he thrusts harder. She wriggles them free and he lets them go to grab her hips, she holds his shoulder tightly and kisses him.
"Can we move to the bedroom?" She asks and he nods. He pulls out of her and lets her down. He steps out of his underwear and over the pile of discarded clothes, they walk into the bedroom and Molly sits him down on the bed and Kneels in front of him and he blinks down at her.
"Molly you don't…"
"Shh!" She says and she smiles up at him before she takes hold of him making him groan. Sherlock stares down at her as she watches him and he eventually cannot take it and has to close his eyes the feeling of her little hand on him indescribable then his eyes are startled open when he feels her tongue on him.
"Argh!" he groans and she licks at him again before taking him into her mouth. He grips at her hair and the sheet as she begins to move her head up and down. Sherlock makes some glorious noises when she moves faster. He grips her hair a little tight and she moans and his whole body shakes.
"Stop Molly," He says desperately and her warm mouth slides off of him and she sits back and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, "god woman." He says pulling her up and basically throwing her onto the bed. She squeals with delight and he climbs on after her. He kisses her roughly and she squirms beneath him.
She sighs as he takes hold of her mound and slides a long finger downwards making her arch off the bed. He smiles down at her and he slides his long digit into her making her gasp.
"So beautiful." He says with a smile and she feels her face redden. She takes hold of him and his jaw clenches. They both explore and tease each other until they are both breathless.
Sherlock moves over her and she stops him, he frowns and she sits up and lies him down. A small smile plays on his lips as he lies back and she straddles him. She takes hold of him and marvels at how he even fits inside of her and as she slides down she smiles.
"Perfect." She says and she blushes when she realises she had said it out loud.
"What?" Sherlock breathes as he holds onto her hips.
"Nothing." She says and he looks like he is going to question her further but then she moved and his eyes roll back in his head and the question dies on his lips. She leans down and kisses him and his hips twitch when she stops moving for a moment, she smiles and sits up. She keeps her hands on his chest and begins to roll her hips. He grips her hard as she moves slowly on him and he watches her get lost in the feeling of their connected bodies. She looks so natural and beautiful as her cheeks redden and her chest rises and falls as her pleasure builds.
Sherlock had never really understood the need for physical intimacy but as he watches her now, this unexpected sight and the feelings associated with it, the wonder, and the bliss and dare he say it… love? It was no wonder so many people harped on about it all the time.
Molly gasps when Sherlock thrusts upwards and sits up. He warps his arms around her tightly and helps her to keep her rhythm. This new angle feels amazing for them both and she is able to rub herself off his stomach and it is not long before she is calling out his name. He follows soon after with a low growl and they both still and hold each other tightly.
Sherlock lies down pulling her down with him and she ends up lying on top of him using his chest as a pillow and resting her head under his chin.
"We should practice more tomorrow." Sherlock says and Molly laughs. Sherlock looks down at her smiling. "Why are you laughing?" He asks. Molly looks up at him her eyes crinkled with laughter.
"Practice? Is that what they are calling it now?" She asks and he frowns and then realises why she is laughing.
"I didn't mean sex Molly. I meant your self-defense." He says shaking his head.
"Oh," she says biting her lip, "if you insist."
"I do." He says moving the hair out of her face.
"For the record you don't need practice for the other thing."
"Other thing?" Sherlock snorts.
"Yes, sex." Molly says in a quiet voice.
"Molly Hooper, are you embarrassed about talking about sex?" He asks giving her a squeeze.
"No I was just trying to give you a compliment." She says and he smiles.
"Thank you." He says and he runs his fingers over her back. "And you are a bloody good shag too." He says and Molly's eyes widen.
"Sherlock!" She squeaks trying to slap his arms but her is to quick and holds her wrists. He rolls them over and pins her hands above her head.
"I may have to do it again just to make sure. I want to be very thorough." He says running his free hand down her side and down to her knee making her shiver.
"Again?" She asks and he nods.
"Again." He says and she smiles as he hitched her knee over his hip.