DAY 7: FREE FOR ALL

3 September 2016

Summary: Sherlock finds Molly reading fan fiction at 4am.

A/N: I got the idea from the 'All-Nighters AU' submission to shittyaus on Tumblr. This is really just a cracky thing that got smuttier as I worked on it. So this is totally NSFW. Hope y'all like this one!

Rating: Explicit

I own nothing. Everything belongs to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, BBC, Steven Moffat, and Mark Gatiss. If I owned Sherlock and Molly Hooper, then there would be a lot more Sherlolly in the show. All mistakes are mine. Reviews and constructive criticism are welcome.

Molly raised an eyebrow when she heard a noise coming from the front hall. Only one person would come here at four o'clock in the morning. She glanced at Toby, who was sleeping next to her, and rubbed behind his ear. Listening to her guest's footsteps, she noted that they halted in the kitchen before resuming towards her bedroom. Shaking her head, she lowered her eyes to her iPad and continued reading.

Her door swung open, and she could feel her guest's gaze on her. "Why are you still up?"

She glanced up at the consulting detective and smiled. "Couldn't sleep. What are you doing here?"

Sherlock looked round, avoiding her eyes. "I was hungry after finishing a case, and your flat's nearby." He bit into his slice of pizza as he approached the bed.

"There's literally a 24-hour deli across the street," she pointed out as she rolled her eyes. She reached the end of the webpage and pressed the 'Next Chapter' button.

He moved an angry Toby to the floor and plopped himself down on the bed. "I was in the mood for pizza."

"You don't even like vegetarian pizza."

"Well, I'm so famished that I'll eat anything," he replied while chewing his food. "What are you reading?"

Flushing, she cleared her throat and softly groaned, especially when she felt him scoot closer. "The filthiest erotica you could ever think of." She hoped he would go into buffering mode and let her finish what she was reading before things got weird.

"Really?" He snatched the iPad from her hands and scanned the page she was on as he blocked her attempts to take her tablet back. He turned to her with eyes as wide as saucers. "You're reading fan fiction about us?!" He scrolled up and down the page. "Do we have sex in this story?"

She lunged for her iPad and wiped the screen with the hem of her top once she was back in her spot. "Not in this one. I just decide to go to your flat after a friend's hen party. I, uh, basically pass out drunk in your arms, and you carry me to your bed so I could sleep more comfortably."

"And then what? Do we ravish each other after you've recovered a bit?"

She rolled her eyes. "No, we don't have sex in this one." She sat back and turned to him. "Why do you keep talking about fictional Sherlock and Molly shagging anyway? Do you want to read fanfics where we do?"

He pulled his mobile out of his jacket pocket and, soon, he was on the same site that Molly was on. "I'm just, you know, curious." He cleared his throat and stared intently at his phone. "You wouldn't believe how many times Janine has sent me links to filthy stories about John and me. I can't decide if she's still angry with me and it's one of her 'occasional top-ups' or if she genuinely wants John and I to copulate."

"Do you read them?"

"I read one. I didn't like it very much. The author didn't get my kinks right."

She set her iPad on her lap and stared at Sherlock. "Your kinks?" She was torn between hoping that he would tell her what they were and not wanting to know.

He only smirked at her. "What are your favourites? Stories about us, I mean."

Half-disappointed, she picked up her iPad and navigated to her bookmarked works. "There's one where we're secretly married. John doesn't figure out our relationship until after you jump from Barts. There's also one where you're sort of an angel under Moriarty's employ and you essentially save me from being his slave. We end up having sex and building a family in that fic. There's also one where we have sex at the first anniversary of your 'death,' and I end up pregnant. You don't find out that I'm pregnant until chapter 4, where we have an ugly and painful row. Then Moran kidnaps and threatens to kill me, and you save me. Then I give birth, and we become a happy little family."

"Do we get married in that one?"

"Nope. We do get engaged in the sequel. The author hasn't written the wedding story though."

"Who wrote that last one?" he asked as he typed on his phone.

"I can't remember. I'll send you the link later if you want me to."

"Do you like these stories?"

"Yeah. Many of them are quite good. Some of them are even novel-length. Our shippers, who are the people that want us together, write such exciting and imaginative plot lines. And not just in the bedroom. They've written us as characters in Pride and Prejudice, Jane Eyre, Star Trek, Star Wars, and so on. I've read some where I'm the consulting detective and you're the pathologist. I've also read some really silly and funny ones."

"What sort of bedroom adventures do they write?"

That made her laugh. "Seriously?" She turned to face him and smirked. "Do you want us––the real us––to shag? Because you're weirdly interested in the fictional sex that Sherlock and Molly are having. Or do you want me to recommend sexually explicit stories?"

To her surprise, Sherlock remained silent for a few moments. Slightly pouting, he rolled his eyes and got up from the bed. "Forget it. Just finish your little fan fiction, and let's just go to bed," he dismissively said as he left the bedroom.

She shook her head and resumed reading. It won't take long for him to get ready for bed, she thought. She recalled something and giggled. Or not, considering the massive boner that he was sporting when he left.

She was already half-asleep when he returned. She rolled over to face him and opened her eyes to find him staring at her. "Do you like sex? In general, I mean."

He slowly rolled onto his side. "In general, yes. I've had sex, you know. I've just learnt to resist my sexual urges so they don't interfere with my work."

She nodded. "Does that work all the time?"

"Well, not all the time." He reached for her waist and squeezed. "Like now."

Her eyes widened. "So you do want us to shag!" She giggled and gently laid her hand on his cheek. "Were you reading fictional us having sex before you came back here?!"

He swallowed hard and reluctantly nodded. "I hacked into your account and went through your bookmarks."

She loudly gasped and slapped his hand away. "William Sherlock Scott Holmes!"

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to see what kinks you have."

"You could have just asked!" She flushed before she even finished saying it.

He smirked and pulled her close. "Molly, would you like to act out the filthy stories that you've read and written about us?"

Her cheeks––hell, her face––grew warmer. "Fuck you. That's not even what I meant!"

"Perhaps we'll talk about pegging later. But for now––"

"Oh, for fuck's sake!" she exclaimed before she smashed their mouths together.

She soon found herself straddling him, with their tops off, and grinding her clothed core against his clothed erection. She moaned as his gigantic hands squeezed her breasts. She leant forward and kissed him as her hand slipped under his waistband. She smiled against his mouth when the lightest grasp of his shaft earned her a loud, filthy moan. "Will you still respect me in the morning?" she whispered in her sultriest voice before trailing kisses down his jaw.

It took him a moment to respond. "Of course I will. Even if I rarely show it, I've always respected you." He slipped his hand inside her knickers. "Sleeping with you won't change that." He punctuated this promise with the pad of his thumb pressing on her swollen clit, which made her moan wantonly.

"What fanfic are we acting out tonight?" she asked before she sucked on his pulse point.

Groaning in pleasure, he pressed the tip of a finger into her wet entrance. "The one where I pleasure you with my fingers during John and Mary's reception and the one with the toe thing."

"All right," she said before she removed her hands from his cock, earning her a disappointed whimper, and pulled her pyjama bottom and knickers off. She sat astride him again and played with her breasts.

"Also all the ones where we snog and make love a lot." His long finger slipped into her heat. "And the ones where we end up getting married and even procreating."

She opened her eyes and stared at him in shock. "So this isn't a one-off thing?"

"I don't do one-off things anymore," he replied as another finger joined the first. "I want to do this, amongst other things, with you for as long as we live. But only if you'll have me."

She bucked her hips in time with his thrusting fingers. "You're proposing to me now?"

"Well, yes. We love each other. We're comfortable with each other. We've basically been spending nearly every free moment together for months. So why the hell not?" He punctuated every word of his question with a hard thrust.

"You love me?" She quickly stopped caring for the answer when he found her G spot and started pressing deeply into it. "Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh… Oh, God, yes!"

To her displeasure, he stopped thrusting into her. "Yes to what?"

Groaning, she forced herself to open her eyes. "Yes, I'll marry you!" She bucked her hips faster. "Now please make me come."

"As you wish," he replied before bringing her off for the first time that night.

I haven't written smut in a while, so I hope this is decent at least.

I know, most of the fics I mentioned are mine. But just indulge me in this. Plus y'all need to read Always Something by Emcee Frodis and Runaway by MizJoely. They're only a couple of my absolute favourites.

Also, Molly is on Chapter 2 of At Last when Sherlock barges in on her fanfic-reading time.

So what do you think? Hate it? Like it? Love it?