This is just a short little fluffy/sexy piece written for a fairly bored Whytejigsaw. Hope you enjoy! I got a giggle out of it.

Oh, and I don't own Molly or Sherlock...or anyone else. Sigh. Sad day.

Battle for Control:

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She grasped onto his hair, pulling, dragging her fingernails along his scalp. He hissed as she continued to pull him down to her. Their mouths met in a fierce collision, his arms wrapping tightly around her. She pulled away, only when breathing became taxing and near impossible.

''Sherlock...Sherlock, not now. I've got work to do.'' Molly gasped desperately. Her words argued with his actions, but the consulting detective knew he was steadily winning her over with the attention he was paying to her neck. Sherlock chuckled darkly against the hollow in her throat.

''You can finish later. I have a rather...pressing matter at hand, one that needs your direct attention.'' He whispered into her ear. As he did, Sherlock guided Molly's hand down his front, until it hit the waist of his trousers. She giggled just a bit, before moaning out loud, as he licked up the side of her neck.

''Molly, please. I need you.'' Sherlock's deep voice murmured into her skin. Molly sighed, and, as if in a trance, began to unbuckle the belt around his waist. The gleam in her eye was positively wicked, and Sherlock grinned back deviously.

In one fell swoop, she was now pinned against the wall of the lab. Sherlock was currently sweeping her lab coat to the side, his hands running up the flowing skirt of her dress. Molly keened under his hand, softly mewing as his fingers grasped the flesh on her inner thigh. The pathologist wrapped her legs around him, held in place by his hips. The two lovers moved with one another, caught in a passionate duel over who was actually in control of the situation. Molly wrapped her fingers in Sherlock's hair, tugging on it in the way she knew drove him insane. It spurred a guttural growl from her detective. Suddenly, her arms were forced above her head.

''Not this time, Hooper.'' He grinned playfully. With this, he moved his free hand further up her thigh, grazing ever so close to where he knew she wanted him to be. Molly made a sweet groan, her lips parting in a succulent way that made his mouth water.

''Mm, Sherlock.'' She practically sang out his name. Sherlock could feel himself growing harder, and it was torturing him. He lowered her down slightly, and ground into her. Sherlock shook his head brusquely, before pulling Molly away from the wall. He spun them around, and laid her back onto the nearest work station. Molly heard his hand fumble with his trousers, the belt buckle clinking against the hard metal table.

''Sherlock, love, wait. I've got... I've...'' Molly tried to speak, but was cut off once again. Sherlock kissed her again, ferociously, claiming possession of her mouth. He was about to move closer, thus burying himself deep inside her core. There was a small clearing of the throat, followed by a knock on the lab door.

''Um, Molly? We still on for lunch? It's noon.'' Sherlock looked up swiftly, to see the blond nurse, Mary Morstan, blushing madly in the doorway. He looked to Molly again, who was straightening herself out, now sitting up on the edge of the slab.

''Yea, give me a mo'.'' She said with a smile. Mary nodded, and glanced to Sherlock once more. Her eyes quickly scanned him up and down, and she quirked a brow, her grin matching its arc. Sherlock looked down to see the tent his boxers had become, and he looked up harshly at Molly's seductive giggle.

''I tried to tell you, Sherlock. I've got a lunch date.'' Molly stood up, and smoothed out her skirt. She then tipped onto her toes, and pulled him down into a fiery kiss. As she did, she slid her hand down to his waistband on his boxers, pulling them aside slightly. When she reached her hand down past the cotton fabric, Sherlock hissed, his body shaking violently. She then removed her touch, leaving him an almost whimpering mess of a man.

''Who's in charge again, dear?" She whispered against his lips. Sherlock opened his eyes, his pupils completely blown out.

''You are, Molly.'' He huskily said. She smiled winningly at him, before stepping around his stiff form. As she walked to the door, she turned briefly.

''See you at home, love.'' She called back sweetly, before leaving. Sherlock cracked his neck, before straightening his trousers back over his waist. Indeed. He would be waiting.

''This is far from over, my dear Molly.''

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Hm, well, hope that was entertaining for you to read. I kind of like the idea of a power battle over who can seduce the other one more. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it, my dear. Leave a review! Please?