So, I had seen this post early this morning, and decided I rather liked the idea of a photoset at least to go with such a wonderful picture. :)
DEFINITELY NSFW!!! YOU NAUGHTY LITTLE THINGS, DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT! lol
He was more than uncomfortable in the fancy wedding attire. His unruly curls slicked back with far too much gel, his tie too tight. Sherlock had grumbled about the whole process, but kept his mouth shut when it came to the actual ceremony. Partly because John had told him to, and partly because he was growing increasingly distracted with petite woman in the small crowd of guests.
She’d worn a yellow dress for the rehearsal dinner the evening before, and he’d stupidly assumed she would wear the same today. However, the moment she walked in, Molly Hooper caught his eye. In place of the canary yellow next to her skin, a crisp ebony clung to her small frame. He hadn’t remembered much throughout the ceremony, not even giving John the ring. He did, however, recall every single smile she cast his way, and the ever growing pupils in her eyes as she watched him the entire time.
They had found each other quite quickly at the reception. He was reluctantly discussing his ‘illustrious career’ with John’s inebriated sister, when he caught sight of the pathologist. She hadn’t said a word, but the subtle tilt of her head told him to follow her.
"Excuse me, Harriet. I have some pressing matters to attend to." Sherlock moved before the slurring woman could object. He was quick to follow her, watching her long auburn hair whip behind her. He exited the main room, and found that she was nowhere to be seen in the long corridor. Sherlock let his instinct take over, and marched quickly down the hall he thought she might go to. As he made his way a few more steps, a hand reached out of the darkness, pulling him closer by his tie. The man couldn’t see a thing, but soon the feeling of smooth, soft lips met with his own, colliding in a pleasant dance. A gentle sigh from Molly’s lips was all he needed to ensure that she was more than willing to progress. He pulled her behind him by the hand, finding the nearest unlocked door in the lodgings of the abbey.
Their sight flooded with light as they entered the abandoned room, Sherlock’s hand quickly slamming the door shut behind them. Lips found each other again, and Sherlock felt small hands pushing off his overcoat.
"You’re definitely more assertive than I’d imagined you would be, Molly." he managed to groan out as he let the jacket slip off his arms. Molly’s response came only in a dark chuckle against his throat, as she kissed the hollow of his neck, loosening his tie in the process. While he was impressed with this wild streak he was discovering in her, the addicted and desperate man in him wanted; no, needed; to take charge. He gripped Molly by her waist, and quickly marched them over to the linen covered table that stood just underneath the stained-glass windows.
With a far less than gentle motion, Sherlock swept his arm across the several small goblets and candles that lined the table, knocking them to the floor. Molly gasped as she felt herself being lifted up onto the table’s surface, and pinned down by the detective’s strong hands.
"Sherlock…" she moaned, her hips careening against his thigh. Sherlock bit down a grunt of agonizing pleasure as she did so, her limbs brushing up against the growing bulge in his trousers.
"Molly, we need to be quick. I don’t know how long before…" he began to explain, before being cut off by the woman leaning up and kissing him once more. She held him in place by his tie as it dangled down over her soft chest.
"Well then, you’d better get to work, huh?" She whispered against his lips with a hint of playfulness. The hand not supporting her weight had found purchase in his hair, her fingers tugging roughly at his curls. Sherlock hadn’t needed any more encouragement, and was making quick work of his trousers, along with raking her dress up over her hips. His hand reached behind her, trying to cleverly unzip her with two fingers, while the other tried to undo the zip on his own clothing. No sooner did he get both slid down, when he heard the faint sounds of his best friend searching for him. Molly’s moan of needy desire, however, had him right back to her attention. She had pulled him closer to her, angling her hips in just the right manner. Sherlock looked down at her, his own smile growing to match hers. With a quick glance back to the door, he released himself, and immediately sank into her heat.
"Oh, Sherlock, please." Molly gasped in pleasure, her muscles already tightening around him wantonly. The groomsman made no waste of the precious minutes that they had, setting a grueling pace for both of their resolves as he thrust himself into her. Molly bit her lip in an attempt to silence herself, and Sherlock found himself wondering what she sounded like if she was left unhindered. However, seeing the logic in needing to conceal their location, Sherlock leaned down and matched his lips to hers.
They came together after he swallowed a squeal from her throat, her tightness wrapping around him like silk on skin. He practically fell over, his breathing more erratic than he thought possible. He could have stayed there forever with her, repeating the passionate act over and over again. The sound of John’s voice grew closer, and Sherlock inwardly cursed himself for agreeing to play the role of ‘best man’. Molly’s sigh and soft giggle had him looking back at her.
She looked a sight. Her hair cast waywardly around her head, her dress in shambles as it hung loosely from her body. But those eyes, he’d never seen such seduction and sweetness in the same pair of eyes before. Along with her smile, which matched perfectly, Sherlock could only describe Molly as some sort of Siren, one who had successfully lured him away. She leaned up, and eventually stood in front of him. The soft material of her dress fell back over her thighs, and she turned around, exposing the milky skin of her back.
"Zip me up, please?" Molly asked in a soft voice, and Sherlock’s only response was to nod his head and bend to her request. As soon as her clothing was righted, she turned around to face him. She gently pulled him closer by his tie, leaning in and giving him a sweet peck on the lips.
"I’ll go out first, okay?" she suggested. Sherlock nodded his head, his mind suddenly stirring up the several questions he wanted to ask her all at once. As she reached for the door, she turned a final time, giving him a once-over glance.
"Aren’t you a sight?" Molly said with a grin. She winked at him, before turning and walking out of the room. To say he was stunned still was an understatement. Truth be told, Sherlock had remained in that room for another ten minutes, simply going over the details of what had happened between them. He’d not been able to peg down any of the cognitive thoughts whirring around in his brain, apart from one.
He definitely wanted to experiment more with Molly.
So there ya go! Teehee…Hope you enjoyed that. Very good prompt from Ditsypersephone. Alright, laters, my dears! Let me know what you thought, yea?