Molly stood up and reached for John's hand, who took it and stood, looking at her and then turning towards Sherlock's bedroom. "Um, Molls?" he said, unsure of what had just happened.

Molly smiled at John. "Just a little fun between friends. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. He can just...help, if you like."

John shifted from foot to foot, then back at Molly. "Just friends, then?"

Leaning in to place a kiss on John's lips, Molly said "I hadn't really put that much thought into this, things just sort of ...happened. But I think it could be fun."

John nodded, then turned and looked towards the bedroom again. "I'm, um, going to go upstairs for supplies. Meet me in there?"

Molly smiled, and John ducked out the door and up the stairs. It was then that her nerves hit her. It was all fun and games when she was snogging John but was she really going to do this? She'd thought about it plenty. Johns hands on her, Sherlock's mouth, hands and kisses and ...

She took a deep breath and made her way down the hall, peering into Sherlock's bedroom. Sherlock was reclined on the bed, leaning up against the headboard. "I was beginning to think you two had changed your mind, I heard someone go upstairs."

Molly stood in the doorway. "John'll be right back."

Sherlock turned to look at her. "I'm not John, you know. I know what you're up to. You're luring him into my bed as well as yourself."

Molly leaned against the doorframe, watching Sherlock. "Are you complaining?"

Sherlock smirked. "Molly Hooper. I'm about to have both you and John Watson in my bed. Why on earth would I complain? Best of all, none of it was my idea, so I can continue to pretend I'm not interested in either of you and just got carried away."

Molly laughed out loud at this. "That was...refreshingly honest."

Sherlock shrugged. "I knew you'd understand."

Walking into the bedroom, Molly perched on the edge of the bed, watching Sherlock. "Are you sure you want me here, then?"

Sherlock reached a hand out, stroking down her arm. "I did say both of you, didn't I? I did say "pretend" I'm not interested. Stop overthinking. If you'd thought this much about this before now we wouldn't be here."

Just then, John appeared in the doorway to the bedroom. "Hi." he said, lamely. Sherlock scooted over to the far side of the bed, and Molly stood and walked over to John, wrapping her arms around him. "Hey there."

John smiled down at her, and allowed himself to be led over to the bed. Molly stretched out on the bed, putting herself between John and Sherlock, and then pulled him down to lie facing her. Wrapping her arms around him, they began kissing, her tongue running along his lower lip until he opened his mouth, allowing her entrance. They kissed, their bodies pressed against each other.

Molly felt the bed dip as Sherlock moved, and then felt him pressing his long lanky body against her back. He spooned around her, gathering her to him while not interrupting the make out session going on on the other side of the bed. Molly smiled through her kiss with John, who opened his eyes and glanced up at Sherlock, who was up on one elbow, watching the two of them over Molly's head.

"Never tagged you for a voyeur, mate." said John when he and Molly finally broke their kiss. He looked down at Molly, her lips swollen and reddened from their kiss. He couldn't remember a time she'd ever looked more beautiful.

Sherlock leaned down and began nibbling on Molly's ear. "The view isn't usually so nice." he said between nips.

John scooted down and began licking Molly's neck. She groaned in total bliss as the two men continued to kiss and nibble and lick. She felt Sherlock's lips lift off of her ear as he sat up, and she moaned in protest, only to stop when she felt his hands on her arse, slowly trying to hitch up the skirt she was wearing.

"Just get the zip." she said, wiggling her hips. Sherlock pulled the zip down and then she rolled over onto her back between the two of them, planting her feet and lifting her hips.

"Help, John?" asked Sherlock, and together the two men worked the skirt off of her hips and down over her feet, leaving her in just her blouse and purple pants.

Molly smiled up at the two men as they gazed down at her. John reached over and tentatively started unbuttoning her blouse, as Sherlock's hand slowly stroked up and down her leg. John helped Molly sit up, and she shrugged out of the blouse. She turned to Sherlock, who had sat up with them, and captured his lips in a kiss. John reached over and unhooked her bra, and when she broke the kiss with Sherlock, she slid it off of her.

Sherlock swallowed thickly as he gazed down at her breasts. Molly smile shyly and leaned in to kiss him. Sherlock wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close to him. As their tongues danced, she felt John press up against her back, his lips and teeth on her neck and the tops of her shoulder.

After a few moments, Sherlock released his grip on Molly's waist and nudged her back down onto the bed. He stretched out next to her and took her nipple into his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue and pressing it gently against his teeth. She moaned, and soon felt John on the other side, giving the other nipple the same treatment.

John's fingers trailed down her abdomen, slowly working her pants down off her hips. Sherlock took it from there, moving them off her legs as John's fingers pressed between her folds, circling her clit for a moment before slipping one finger inside her. "Oh, yes," breathed Molly, lifting her head to look down at the two men worshipping her body. As John slipped a second finger in, she felt Sherlock's fingers find her clit, rubbing soft circles around it while John filled her, adding a third finger to the mix.

Between the hands on her sex and the mouths on her breasts, it wasn't long before Molly came completely undone, thrashing on the bed under the bodies of the consulting detective and the doctor. Two faces came up to meet hers, and she kissed them both in turn, trying to catch her breath.

John fumbled behind him, producing a condom. He held it up to his bedmates, a questioning look in his eyes. Molly glanced from one to the other, and closed her eyes. "Don't make me choose. Or take turns, or something. But I can't pick."

John handed the condom to Sherlock, sitting up and leaning over to kiss Molly. She opened her eyes to the kiss, and John smiled at her. Molly looked down to where Sherlock was fumbling with the condom at the foot of the bed, and she reached to John, pulling him to her mouth.

John's cock slid into Molly's mouth moments before Sherlock placed his prick between her legs, sliding it around in her wetness. Molly groaned, the sensation of the two men in the bed more erotic than she could have ever imagined. John watched Sherlock as he pushed forward, filling Molly in one go.

Molly groaned in appreciation as Sherlock's thick cock filled her. He paused, watching her mouth on John. After a moment, Molly buckled her hips subtly, and getting the hint, Sherlock began to slowly thrust, his hands on her small hips and his eyes on what the pair were doing at the head of the bed.

Reaching down to stroke her hair, John couldn't decide what was more beautiful - watching Molly's face as she loved on his cock, or the look of utter bliss on Sherlock's face as he sank into Molly again and again. The sexual tension others had seen between him and Sherlock had always bubbled under the surface, but the sexual tension between Sherlock and Molly had been loud enough for an entire room to hear for a while now. He wasn't sure where this new paradigm was going to leave any of the three, but for now he couldn't imagine a happier place to be.

Sherlock began picking up the pace, sliding fingers down to work Molly's clit again. John reached over and took one of Molly's nipples in hand, squeezing and pinching while the two men watched her squirm. The low moans and groans that escaped her throat reverberated on his cock and drove him wild. He reached out with his other hand to steady himself on Sherlock's headboard, trying very hard not to buck into the pathologist's mouth.

Sherlock stared down at his best friend and Molly, the fireworks in his brain almost short circuiting everything. He knew he wouldn't last long - it had been a while since his last orgasm, and a longer still since the last time he'd had sex. His eyes closed, and Karachi and red, red lips drifted through his mind, but he opened his eyes, grounding himself in the present, not the past. The Woman had been very thankful for her rescue, but it had been nothing more than adrenaline-fueled passion. Not like this, not with two people he adored as much as he adored John and Molly.

And with that, with the final crack in the walls in his brain, the final bricks crumbling from the wall he'd built to deny the love he felt for either of them, Sherlock lost control, emptying himself into Molly with a shout, gripping her hips a bit too tight.

He opened his eyes just in time to see Molly hollow her cheeks, sucking John in earnest. He watched, licking his lips, as he gently pulled out of Molly and shifted to the side of the bed John was on, intently watching. John turned his head and met Sherlock's eyes, and that did it for John. With an understated grunt, he bucked into Molly's mouth, filling her mouth, which she greedily swallowed.

Sherlock watched Molly, and as John sat back, Sherlock leaned forward, stretching himself out over Molly, and captured her lips in a kiss. After a moment of shocked hesitation, she opened her mouth to him, letting him taste the sheen of John's ejaculate that coated her mouth.

John watched, transfixed. Sherlock nibbled on Molly's lips before pulling away, standing up to remove and tie off the condom. John slid down next to Molly, gathering her in his arms, and Sherlock joined them on the other side, wrapping his arms around Molly, his fingers gently brushing John's arm. John froze, but after a moment relaxed.

The three of them lay there together, slowly drifting off into a post-coital nap.