As promised here is the second chapter. This time it's from Sherlock and Molly's perspective.

Chapter 2

The Observed

Sherlock had tracked Molly down as soon as the case had been solved. It was his new current indulgence; wanting to celebrate by having sex with Molly, wherever she might be. So far that had included her flat, twice; his flat, once; and a lift in a department store where Molly had been shopping. She hadn't realised they were so easy to disable.

Their relationship was still a secret but that was entirely down to Molly and not Sherlock. He would have been happy to go public straight away but she wanted to feel confident that his change of feelings was more than just a passing fad and he had reluctantly gone along with the secrecy. However, she had recently intimated that she would be happy to inform their friends and not have to sneak around anymore and that had made him more than happy in return.

All of this had culminated giving Sherlock the perfect opportunity to go public as well as fulfil a fantasy that Molly had recently admitted to him; that of being watched whilst having sex.

He knew that John was looking for him and he also knew from his latest text that he was in the vicinity of Barts and that meant that he was due in the observation corridor above the morgue any time now. He had disabled the lights there before he had come down and so everything was in place.

He stepped forward and placed his hand on Molly's cheek, letting his thumb slide across her cheekbone. He loved the way she looked at him with those warm, brown eyes; full of longing and desire. Now he was in the relationship he wondered how he had held out against his feelings for her for so long. He couldn't imagine his life without her in it and he was relieved that she finally believed his feelings for her were real and lasting.

He bent his head and kissed her briefly, tasting her and relishing the feel of her mouth moving against his own. Then as he kissed his way along her jaw he started to speak in a low voice.

'John will be up in the obs corridor any minute now, if he isn't there already. He'll see us from the window. His shock and his inherent curiosity will keep him rooted to the spot whilst we have sex. If, however, you don't want your fantasy to be a reality we can stop whenever you want.'

He heard her breath hitch in her throat and felt her pulse pick up under his hand on her neck and he knew that she wanted this.

He had been fairly ambivalent about being watched himself but he was always willing to try new experiences. He had made sure to angle his body though so he would block most of John's view of Molly. He had no intention of sharing her, not even with his best friend.

Molly's hands had already pulled his shirt from his trousers and they were currently warming his back as she explored his skin sometimes with her nails and sometimes with her fingertips. Meanwhile he kissed and licked and bit his way down her neck whilst he deftly undid the buttons of her shirt.

He let his mouth hover over her naked breast, his breath puffing over her hardening nipple. He glanced up at her face and saw her head tilted to one side. Her eyes were closed and she had a look of pure pleasure on her beautiful face.

'Are you sure?' He asked.

'God, yes...yes, I'm sure.' Then she let out a loud moan as he took her breast into his mouth, knowing he was already hard for her. It was always the way now, it was as though he had suppressed his sexuality for so long that now just being with her and touching her had him pulsing with need. The knowledge that they were being watched just added an erotic edge to his desire. Sherlock was sure now; he had seen John's reflection, just briefly, in the polished surface of the steel autopsy bay. He'd stepped back into the shadows but Sherlock had no doubt that he would stay and watch; it was completely in his nature. He'd probably even join in if it wasn't for Mary...and anyway Sherlock had no inclination or intention of asking him.

A moment later and he did have to admit to being surprised when Molly went down on her knees in front of him and smiled wickedly as she quickly undid his trousers releasing his erection. He hadn't expected this tactic from her and for a moment he almost forgot all about John as he lost himself to pure physical sensation.

The feel of Molly's mouth, all warm and wet, closing around his cock had him biting his lip as his eyes rolled back in his head. He sank his hands into her hair, pulling her hairband out so it fell loose around her shoulders.

As she took him deeper he found himself rocking his hips, pushing himself further into her, feeling her teeth and tongue scraping and teasing his aching member and he could feel himself wanting to just give in and come.

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly had never in her life experienced anything so incredibly horny as giving Sherlock Holmes a blow job, in her place of work and with his friend in the shadows above watching them.

When they had talked about their fantasies she had never expected him to actually do anything about it and she had certainly never expected that she would actually go through with it.

If she was honest she would have thought she would chicken out and prudishly walk away but being loved by Sherlock gave her a confidence in herself that she had never had before. When he had told her that John was watching it had just added to the arousal that she had already felt and it seemed like the icing on the cake.

As he had moved his attention to her breasts she had wondered at her own bravery and what exactly she wanted from this fantasy made real and that was why she hadn't been able to resist giving Sherlock a blow job. He was always so vocal in his enjoyment and seeing him looking so thoroughly undone at her touch never failed but turn her on even more.

She knew he was close to his climax and she could feel him moving his hips forcing her to take him deeper and she wanted more. She wanted to take him all the way in and swallow him down when he came. She found herself pressing her hand between her own legs needing some friction as she moaned against his cock.

Then suddenly he pulled back and away from her before he picked her up and swiftly deposited her on the nearby table as he slotted himself between her thighs.

His tongue was already in her mouth and she found herself kissing him as hard and as desperately as he was kissing her, feeling his hands pushing her skirt further up her legs. She seemed to find herself wearing skirts so much more than she ever had before; she didn't even pretend it was for any other reason than easy access for him; her friend, her lover, the love of her life.

Within seconds Sherlock had himself positioned at her entrance and as he pushed into her her eyes opened briefly and she let out a loud groan. Vaguely she was aware of a slight movement up in the gallery, a shifting of shadows, and she felt her arousal spiking at the thought that they were being observed. Her head tried to tell her how wrong it was but it seemed her body just wasn't listening. Every feeling, every movement that Sherlock made just seemed accentuated. She had never felt so aroused before.

She urged Sherlock on with her hands and her words as she chased her climax, it was building to such an extent that she knew it would be like nothing she had ever experienced previously. She was moaning and whimpering and repeating his name and crying out to God for more but it was when Sherlock told her he loved her and how good she felt that she finally came and it was so much more than she had thought it would be. The only thing she was aware of was her body and his and how it felt; the rest of the world simply didn't exist.

Even after Sherlock came Molly was still experiencing aftershocks and echoes of her climax and she knew that she wanted more. She wouldn't be fully satisfied until she'd had him once more.

She kissed his neck as she tried to get her breath back and she heard him talking to John who had apparently turned on the intercom so he could hear as well as see them. They were still joined and holding on to one another and Molly hid her face against Sherlock's neck as she blushed in embarrassment at what she...they had just done. John's reaction however, just had her giggling as she separated from Sherlock and he helped her back down to the floor as they adjusted their clothing.

They both heard the door slam behind John, through the intercom, and then they really did start to laugh before Molly punched Sherlock lightly on his chest.

'Oh my God I can't believe we did that. It was so...so...'

'Horny,' was Sherlock's response and Molly looked at him before biting her lip, smiling and nodding. 'Yes, God help me, yes it was.'

She watched as Sherlock picked up his jacket and started to put it back on. An idea was floating through her mind and the more she thought about it the better it seemed.

She took off her lab coat and when Sherlock gave her a quizzical glance she shrugged her shoulders. 'I'm never going to be able to concentrate on work after this and I'm still horny so why don't we go back to your place...after all one good fantasy deserves another, I think it's your turn.'

He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes but she couldn't help but notice the flush on his face as he remembered the fantasy he'd admitted to her. 'Are you sure?'

She nodded her head decisively and took his hand. 'Absolutely, I've never been more sure of you or of anything else in my life...now come on.'

He shook his head and chuckled as she pulled him out of the morgue. 'Molly Hooper, what did I ever do to deserve you?'

And there we go, a bit of smutty fluff to hopefully brighten your day xxx