Chapter 4

So here we are, the wedding scenes. i always, always hated Sherlock leaving and no one noticing so this was my chance to change all that. The more astute amongst you (so everyone) will have noticed that the rating has changed to M. What do our pair get up to? Only one way to find out...read on! See you in the flip side :).

Disclaimer - if I could own one thing it would be Sherlock (or Benedict, I'm not fussy) but I don't :(.

Sherlock wasn't quite sure what he had expected to come from his visit to the morgue but it hadn't been nothing. He also hadn't expected to have a raging hangover and to have been abruptly awoken in a prison cell by an overly loud Lestrade so maybe his expectations all round were off.

It was the morning of the wedding and he had heard precisely nothing from Molly and as far as he could glean from John, without arousing suspicion she AND Tim were due to come to the wedding...together.

Internally Sherlock was seething. He had expected what exactly, Molly to fall at his feet, to come running after him...and then what. Maybe Mycroft was right, what good was sentiment, he was just getting himself tied up in knots without any clear result. Weddings were just mawkish drivel with people going into them with unrealistic expectations. The only reason he was going to this was for John, sentimental, romantic fool that he was. He'd proved his idiocy by not only having himself, Sherlock, as a best friend but actually asking him to be his best man.

Well, Sherlock was not going to let him down again, he would be the best, best man he could manage. He clenched his jaw, adjusting his tie in the mirror and then left his bedroom.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

It would be nice to say the wedding passed off without a hitch. The actual ceremony went well, the problem came when Sherlock realised there would be a murder attempt as he was giving his best man's speech.

Molly had to admit it had lent an air of uniqueness to the wedding. It had been amazing watching Sherlock work through the problem verbally for once. He looked so delicious in his outfit, complete with tails, she just wanted to ruffle his hair up for him and help him out of it. She bit her lip, looking down at the champagne glass in her hand. Get a grip Molly, she thought, you're still here with another man.

She was regretting not having ended things with Tom yesterday when she'd met up with him after his trip. It had seemed the right thing to do at the time, wait until after the wedding, but now she was living through it she felt awful. She was guilt ridden, hated the lying and wished she were here with Sherlock instead. As for when Tom had stood up in the reception and given his own deduction of 'meat dagger'. She blushed for him, remembering the look of utter disdain on Sherlock's face.

She looked around at all the couples now gathered on the dance floor. Sherlock's violin piece for John and Mary's first dance had been beautiful and brought tears to her eyes. Would he write something like that for them one day?

She looked around, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. When she had been dancing earlier he had been on the dance floor with John and Mary but he wasn't there now. Tom touched her arm. She looked up at him, remembering to smile. 'Would you like to dance again, Molly? Maybe get some practice in for our wedding?' He smiled at her and Molly suddenly felt sick. ' I, ah, in a bit maybe, I've erm, just got to go to the bathroom.'

She slipped out of his grasp and made her way through the guests, heading towards the exit where the toilets were located. The doors to the garden were wide open, letting some much needed air into the heated ballroom. Molly glanced out as she went past and then stopped short before backing up a pace and looking again.

Yes, there was Sherlock, making his way through the gardens, throwing his coat on, his outline unmistakeable. He was leaving.

She didn't think about what she was doing or what she would say she just ran after him, as best she could in shoes that were really starting to blister her feet.

He turned a corner on the path, the bushes hiding him from her view. She could feel some drops of rain starting to hit as she turned the corner eager to catch up with him only to find him stood there waiting for her. He caught her arms to stop her barrelling into him.

'Molly?' He looked down at her, 'what are you doing out here? Go back to where you belong.'

Molly caught her breath at the harshness in his tone. 'I, what, I don't understand...'

Sherlock, had had enough. The jealousy, the frustration flowed out if him.

'Little Molly Hooper, wanting her cake and eating it. Coming to the wedding with her fiancée on her arm, wearing your matching vomit inducing outfits. I know you, Molly, I know who you are and what you want. You want the perfect future, the good boyfriend, the obedient husband, the brood of kids running round your ankles. You know me, you know that isn't who I am, I can't and won't give you what you want. So I get it Molly. Go back to your fake boyfriend, your weak clone of me. I hope you'll both be very happy.'

Molly had heard Sherlock being spiteful and hurtful before, hell she'd even heard him be this cruel to herself before but she hadn't expected him to turn on her like this. All the anger that she'd felt after he'd left her all those months ago came to the surface and she slapped him hard across the face.

As soon as she'd done it she dropped her hand in shock, her other rising to her mouth. 'Oh God, I'm so sorry Sherlock.'

'No...you're not!' And with that he pushed her back hard against a tree, kissing her before her back had even made contact. Her breath was knocked from her with the force but Molly wasn't thinking of that. All she could think of was Sherlock, his hands were already pulling her skirts up, pushing her up further against the tree.

Molly wanted him, more than she'd ever wanted anyone before. Part of her brain was telling her that here and now was not the right place but before she could vocalise anything she felt Sherlock thrust two fingers into her and she couldn't remember her own name let alone what she'd been thinking. His kiss was hard and brutal, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She could feel him hard against her leg and groaned, wanting him inside her already.

His thumb swirled around her clit as his fingers pumped relentlessly in and out. Oh God she was going to come against a tree, in the middle of a wedding reception, what was she doing?

She heard his zip on his trousers and he removed his fingers, pulling away from her as he did. She looked at him, desperate for him to continue, squirming against him in frustration. He looked her in the eye as he brought his fingers to his lips before sliding them into him mouth, tasting her.

Molly had never felt so unbelievably aroused, she knew they could be found at any moment and just simply didn't care. If anything it made the whole experience even more erotic.

She felt him position himself at her entrance and then he was pushing into her, his lips on her throat, his hands lifting and holding her against the tree. She could feel the bark digging into her back but it only seemed to heighten her nerve endings. She had her hands dug into Sherlock's curls pulling his head down to her breasts.

He unzipped the back of her dress and dragged the strap off her shoulder allowing him to pull the dress down on one side, releasing her breast to him.

Molly could feel the orgasm starting to build inside her, that moment of pure desire just before it takes over. She didn't want the moment to end, wanted to feel this sensation for ever, but as he bit down on her nipple she fell over the edge. Felt her muscles contracting around him and his rhythm faltering as his own orgasm started.

He brought his mouth back to hers, muffling her cries and his own.

Gradually Molly came back to her senses. Sherlock lowered her down so her feet were back on the ground before he put his hand up to straighten up the side of her dress. Her bow had fallen, or been ripped, out at some point and was lying forlornly on the floor.

Molly had no idea what to say, she couldn't believe she had not only had sex with Sherlock but that they had done it in such a public place. She didn't know whether to feel elated or mortified. They both arranged their clothing in silence, neither really looking at the other.

Eventually Sherlock stood up straight and murmured a quick, 'goodnight Molly', before walking off into the darkness.

Well, I was shocked I can tell you when they decided to follow this path. I told them it was wrong and too public but did they listen...No.

Let me know what you think and come back soon to see what happens next. I'll try and post a couple more chapters this week as I'm away the week after and won't have any opportunity for updating.

As always please, please, please let me know what you think. I love reading your comments and thoughts it gives me inspiration.