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On the Fourth Day of Sherlockmas... "Bad Boy", a gift for Meredydd
Author: Dweo
Title: Bad Boy
A gift for: Meredydd
Characters/Pairing: Molly/Greg/Mycroft
Category: Multi
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Explicit sex, and liberal use of curse words
Summary: When Sherlock returns Mycroft has unexpected plans for his relationship with Molly.
Author's Notes: I want to thank K for getting my ass in motion.
"Fuck!" Molly let her forehead fall against the closed door and took a deep breath.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She turned around, letting her back rest against the door, as she tried to stop her traitorous heart from leaping out her chest. She always did this, and always with the most unsuitable person possible. It had started when she was ten, with the cute boy who was also the biggest bully in the class. Then there had been Robert, Ricky, and Charley, all three brilliant boys, all three utterly wrong for her and during her uni years things had not become any better. Of course, there had been Michael. Sweet, sweet Michael, the man she had seen herself grow old with, but he had to go and die on her.
That had been the point that she decided that the dead were much more interesting than the living.
She stopped dating for a little while, but then Sherlock came along and her traitorous heart had once again betrayed her, when she fell for him hard. He was what she wanted in a man, smart, cute and completely wrong for her.
Oh, she was realistic and knew that she was stupid, but she couldn't help it. Luckily her crush on Sherlock had crashed rather effectively, when even she could no longer stand his bad behaviour. Unfortunately it had changed to an uncontrollable need to protect the bastard and his secret. It sucked, because it meant that there was a pretty big shadow between her and any man she could think about dating. Especially if that man was fighting for his career due to the actions of the same bastard. Greg was one of those guys she could see herself grow old with, marry, have children with and now that wasn't going to happen any day soon.
Also, Jim didn't count; she was very clear on that. It had only been three dates after all and anybody saying something different should shut up.
Now there was Mycroft, who managed to sweep her of her feet. Well, she thought, at least he was a gentleman and, if his kissing was anything to go by, the sex would be great.
Fuck it; she was going to enjoy this for as long as she could. she would deal with her broken heart later.
***
"He's back."
Molly stared at the phone in her hands and cursed. Those words could only mean one thing and she knew that this was the thing they had been working for, but she also knew that this was the end of the one reason they had become so close. There would be no more handy excuses to see Mycroft, no more opportunities for late night diners and mind blowing sex afterwards. And no more disgusted looks on Sherlock's face when he realized what they had been doing, just minutes before they met him.
At least Sherlock would be happy to go back to John. Although there was some satisfaction to know that there would be some lovely bruises in Sherlock's future, because she couldn't imagine John letting him get away with it that easy.
She was woken up from her thoughts by the sound of 'Bad Boys' coming from her phone. She really should keep her phone away from Sherlock, because his sense of humour was getting worse and worse the longer he was away from John.
"Greg," she said as she answered the phone, "what can-." But she was interrupted by a rather irate sounding detective inspector.
"You knew, didn't you? Bloody well knew." Molly sighed and knew there might be some bruises in her future too.
"Yes."
"Well, I want you in. Now!" She listened to the dial tone that indicated that Greg was not in the mood for explanations.
Her thoughts never left Greg as she removed her lab coat and stuffed her papers into her bag. Greg, the crush, turned drinking buddy, turned friend, turned something she really didn't know how to describe. She wondered about her own sanity sometimes.
She walked into the offices of Scotland Yard and straight into a massive party. The loud yells that welcomed her told her the miraculous return of Sherlock had been received well. So she wasn't afraid for her life yet.
She tried to work her way through the crowd surrounding Sherlock, but quickly found that there were simply too many people and not enough space, so she just gave up and took the probably highly illegal glass of whiskey pressed into her hands.
"Sally." She turned to the woman who stood looking at the madness with 25% trepidation, 25% bemusement and 50% mirth.
"Molly…" Ah, Molly thought as she felt a thousand watt light bulb of anger turned to her.
"Sally, you can kill me all you want later. If there's anything left to kill after Greg is through with me, that is. Where's he by the way? "
Sally's look turned soft and almost pitting, "He's in his office. But be careful he already gave Sherlock a nice shiner." At those words the two women looked at the man in question and Molly had to admire the two massive and livid bruises, both in different stage of healing, on Sherlock Holmes' face. Apparently John had not been the only one to welcome Sherlock back with a right hook.
Molly turned and walked to the closed door of Greg's office. Scotland Yard had come back from the fishbowl offices a few years ago, after Anderson proofed to be a very proficient lip reader and discovered the affair of the superintended with a suspect in a murder case. The suspect turned out to be innocent, but the attempts towards transparency were put on hold indefinitely.
She opened the office after a short knock with no answer and the sight that met her made her heart stop and realize two things.
Greg was nowhere near as straight as she always thought, judging by the enthusiasm with which he kissed the man leaning against his desk.
The second thing was the fact that it was Mycroft he was kissing. The man she had been sleeping with for the last three years.
She really should feel betrayed, but her libido apparently decided that the view of those two men kissing was more important.
"Ah, Molly," Mycroft said, as he slowly leaned back, looking over Greg's shoulder at her. He looked positively debauched and Molly definitely felt heat pool in places where it really shouldn't when you caught your partner cheating on you. Cheating on you with the guy you had been having fantasies about for the last four years.
Greg whirled around at Mycroft's words and shrugged Mycroft's hand from his lovely behind.
"Molly, I," he stammered and Molly actually felt sorry for him. It was clear he had no idea what hit him and she knew exactly how he felt.
"Hello darling, I was just wondering when you would arrive," Mycroft said casually. Molly and Greg both stared at him. "Sit down, please." He gestured to the comfortable chair in front of the desk and Molly did what he said, feeling confused, confused about her feelings, but above all confused about what Mycroft was concocting.
"Greg." Mycroft walked away and picked up two empty glasses and a half full bottle. He filled one of the glasses and handed it to Greg, who took it and emptied it in one go. He held out the empty glass and Mycroft filled it with a smirk.
"Can I offer you a glass too, Molly?" Mycroft said as he held out the other glass to Molly. He looked like he had just been interrupted during a friendly conversation between two friends instead of cheating on his partner. Molly frowned; it was clear to her that all of this was no coincident.
"Molly?" Greg said looking ashamed and red faced at her.
"Don't," Mycroft said holding up his hand.
"You did this deliberately, didn't you?" Molly asked and to her frustration he didn't even have the decently to look ashamed. He just smirked.
"You did what?" Greg looked at Mycroft, realization slowly dawning on his face. He groaned as he rubbed his face, before running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Greg, I should have told you, but I thought this would be the best 'Welcome Back Sherlock' gift I could give Molly." Molly blinked and she watched as Mycroft walked through the room placing his hand on her shoulder, stroking the spot behind her ear that made tingles run down her spine and making her close her eyes.
"I don't get it," Greg said looking from Molly to Mycroft. "You knew?" he asked her.
"No, she didn't." Molly leaned her head back into Mycroft's hand and sighed. At times like this she really hated anything with the name Holmes.
"So your idea of giving a gift to somebody you are apparently involved with is cheating on her with a man?"
"Yes." Mycroft sounded way too happy.
"Why?" Greg on the other hand just sounded resigned.
"I love Molly." Molly started at these words, because it wasn't what she had expected him to say. Greg also raised an eyebrow at these words, but he remained silent. "I love Molly more than I ever loved a woman before and there are not many men that I loved more than her. His words sounded sad and Molly knew there was a lot of history unsaid and she knew that one day she would know the whole story, but not now.
Mycroft continued after he re-found himself again. "There are some things I can't give her. I know that I can make her happy, but her life will never be complete." Molly felt the pain in these words and she knew he was right. They would be very happy, but she was still that little girl at heart that wanted that white wedding, that house with white picked fence. And whatever Mycroft was he would never be that.
"So you cheat on her, with me?" Greg said angry, very angry, "How can do you that to her, to that wonderful woman, how?" Then everything fell in place and that nagging feeling in the back of her head turned into a siren.
And then she just laughed.
Oh how she hated the bastard, the wonderful, wonderful bastard.
"How long have you felt like this, Greg" She looked at him with a smile.
"I…" Greg closed his eyes for the moment again and then groaned. "Too long," he finally said. Molly felt her heart sing and she was torn between kissing Greg senseless and leaning back into the warm supporting touch of Mycroft's hand on her neck.
"Well," Mycroft said into the silence. But he didn't continue.
"I'm not leaving you, Mycroft," Molly suddenly said.
"Of course, not," Mycroft said, "but we can share. I'm rather partial to distinguished looking gentleman." Molly felt a small shudder as Mycroft's hand gently squished her, almost like he was asking for permission.
"Hey, don't I get anything to say about this?" Greg suddenly said, his voice firm in an attempted to get something resembling control. Molly smiled and stood up.
"No, Greg, you don't, but Mycroft? It won't be Greg who will be shared." Molly placed a gentle kiss on Greg's mouth, looked at him, winked and then bent forwards, her mouth next to his ear. "I think we will be doing the sharing, don't you agree?"
She could feel Greg's breath caught for a moment and the wicked smile that appeared on his face made Molly laugh again.
She looked at Mycroft gain and to her enjoyment she suddenly saw uncertainly on his face for the first time in the evening. Molly moved forwards and backed him up to the desk kissing him deeply. She stepped back with a smile.
"I think I interrupted something when I entered the room." Greg walked up to her and carefully swept her hair to the side kissing her neck. She moaned, leaning into him; she smirked as she felt his erection through his trousers.
"I think Mycroft has to repay us for his manipulation, don't you think so, Greg?" Molly turned her head and kissed Greg.
"Uh." Molly looked up at Mycroft who clearly looked too interested at them.
"Yes Mycroft, anything wrong?" Greg asked.
"I thought you were going to punish me," Mycroft said and Molly let her head fall against Greg's chest.
'Shall I leave him too you," she said as she turned away, walking to the chair, sitting down to watch the two men.
Greg walked up to Mycroft forcing the man to lean back until he was at the same height as Greg. The kiss that followed made Molly gasp and she decided to throw all caution and modesty out of the window and slipped her hand into her trousers.
Greg stepped back and pulled Mycroft along with him by his tie, pulling him down in a kiss, turning the two of them around. Molly groaned as she realized he was giving her a show, making sure she could see everything. Greg placed his hand on Mycroft's trousers and squeezed him. Mycroft moaned and Molly decided that this might be the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. Greg slipped his hand up and slowly undid Mycroft's belt, opened his zipper and dropped his trousers. Mycroft was wearing the dark blue pants Molly had bought him and that made his ass look stunning. Greg stepped back admiring the cock outlined in the blue pants. Then he turned Mycroft around, placing Mycroft's hand on the desk, allowing Molly the perfect view of Mycroft's ass.
Molly groaned as she pushed a finger inside her, brushing her clit, sending shudders through her body. Greg stepped to the side pulling down Mycroft's pants in one move, leaving that lovely ass naked for all to see. Molly groaned again.
There was not much better than to see the most powerful man she knew so debauched and no longer in control. Greg too seemed to enjoy the view. He then moved his hand to Mycroft's jacket slipped his hand in the left pocket and removed a small tube of lube. Molly slipped another finger inside as she realized that Mycroft had planned it all.
Mycroft groaned again as Greg held the tube in front of his eyes. Greg demonstratively poured some of the lube on his right hand the sight made Mycroft moan again.
"I love seeing you like this," Molly said, "So taken down a few pegs." At those words Greg pushed his index finger into Mycroft and the simultaneous groan of the three of them made Molly even wetter.
She watched Greg move calmly in and out and she met his speed. Then Mycroft moaned so loudly that both Molly and Greg looked at the door which remained closed, the sound of the party still loud outside the office.
"I would remain silent if I were you. You don't want Sherlock walking in here, watching you in all you glory." Molly circled her clit and for a second actually wished that somebody would enter.
"Please," Mycroft begged and Molly felt the arousal climb even more.
"Shall we give him what he wants? I mean people will start to wonder where we are." Molly smirked as Mycroft nodded his head desperately for second, then forced his head to stay still, laying his cheek against the desk.
"For once, but you'll have to repay me later," Greg said and he quickly started to stroke Mycroft's cock and Molly matched their pace and when Mycroft started to beg she came. She sat back, feeling her muscles relax and she watched Mycroft getting fingered through her aftershocks.
Mycroft followed her quickly and came all over Greg's hand and desk. Greg leaned over Mycroft keeping him up, waiting until they all regained their breath.
"That," Molly was the first to break the silence, "was brilliant." Molly watched as Greg carefully pulled up Mycroft's pants and trousers. Mycroft seemed to be rather speechless a sight she would never get enough of. Molly than looked at Greg.
"What about you?" she asked as she could see the bulge in his trousers.
"Oh, I'm having my own," Greg smiled, "fun." Molly didn't understand what he meant and her face clearly showed it. "Let's just say I prefer to take my time," Greg said, "I want to watch Mycroft make you come again and again and then I will have my fun with him."
Molly laughed, straightened her clothing and then looked at Mycroft, who sat back looking at them with the smug smirk of a man who had got his way.
"I think somebody needs some more punishment for their manipulation," Molly said and Mycroft stood next to her in a flash.
"I think my bed will be big enough for whatever punishment you have in mind," Mycroft said as he straightened his tie.
"I think we created a monster," Greg groaned as he pulled his coat on, hiding his crotch from curious looks.
They walked out of the office, the three of them still straightening their clothes, trying to look slightly decent. They didn't even reach the door of the elevator when a voice rang and silence fell.
"Damn it, Mycroft! Not Lestrade too."
Molly closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the warmth from the two men besides her. A smile formed as she realized she had turned into the kind of woman her mother had always warned her about, something about whores, and Jezebels entered her mind.
And then she just laughed.
Title: Bad Boy
A gift for: Meredydd
Characters/Pairing: Molly/Greg/Mycroft
Category: Multi
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Explicit sex, and liberal use of curse words
Summary: When Sherlock returns Mycroft has unexpected plans for his relationship with Molly.
Author's Notes: I want to thank K for getting my ass in motion.
"Fuck!" Molly let her forehead fall against the closed door and took a deep breath.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" She turned around, letting her back rest against the door, as she tried to stop her traitorous heart from leaping out her chest. She always did this, and always with the most unsuitable person possible. It had started when she was ten, with the cute boy who was also the biggest bully in the class. Then there had been Robert, Ricky, and Charley, all three brilliant boys, all three utterly wrong for her and during her uni years things had not become any better. Of course, there had been Michael. Sweet, sweet Michael, the man she had seen herself grow old with, but he had to go and die on her.
That had been the point that she decided that the dead were much more interesting than the living.
She stopped dating for a little while, but then Sherlock came along and her traitorous heart had once again betrayed her, when she fell for him hard. He was what she wanted in a man, smart, cute and completely wrong for her.
Oh, she was realistic and knew that she was stupid, but she couldn't help it. Luckily her crush on Sherlock had crashed rather effectively, when even she could no longer stand his bad behaviour. Unfortunately it had changed to an uncontrollable need to protect the bastard and his secret. It sucked, because it meant that there was a pretty big shadow between her and any man she could think about dating. Especially if that man was fighting for his career due to the actions of the same bastard. Greg was one of those guys she could see herself grow old with, marry, have children with and now that wasn't going to happen any day soon.
Also, Jim didn't count; she was very clear on that. It had only been three dates after all and anybody saying something different should shut up.
Now there was Mycroft, who managed to sweep her of her feet. Well, she thought, at least he was a gentleman and, if his kissing was anything to go by, the sex would be great.
Fuck it; she was going to enjoy this for as long as she could. she would deal with her broken heart later.
***
"He's back."
Molly stared at the phone in her hands and cursed. Those words could only mean one thing and she knew that this was the thing they had been working for, but she also knew that this was the end of the one reason they had become so close. There would be no more handy excuses to see Mycroft, no more opportunities for late night diners and mind blowing sex afterwards. And no more disgusted looks on Sherlock's face when he realized what they had been doing, just minutes before they met him.
At least Sherlock would be happy to go back to John. Although there was some satisfaction to know that there would be some lovely bruises in Sherlock's future, because she couldn't imagine John letting him get away with it that easy.
She was woken up from her thoughts by the sound of 'Bad Boys' coming from her phone. She really should keep her phone away from Sherlock, because his sense of humour was getting worse and worse the longer he was away from John.
"Greg," she said as she answered the phone, "what can-." But she was interrupted by a rather irate sounding detective inspector.
"You knew, didn't you? Bloody well knew." Molly sighed and knew there might be some bruises in her future too.
"Yes."
"Well, I want you in. Now!" She listened to the dial tone that indicated that Greg was not in the mood for explanations.
Her thoughts never left Greg as she removed her lab coat and stuffed her papers into her bag. Greg, the crush, turned drinking buddy, turned friend, turned something she really didn't know how to describe. She wondered about her own sanity sometimes.
She walked into the offices of Scotland Yard and straight into a massive party. The loud yells that welcomed her told her the miraculous return of Sherlock had been received well. So she wasn't afraid for her life yet.
She tried to work her way through the crowd surrounding Sherlock, but quickly found that there were simply too many people and not enough space, so she just gave up and took the probably highly illegal glass of whiskey pressed into her hands.
"Sally." She turned to the woman who stood looking at the madness with 25% trepidation, 25% bemusement and 50% mirth.
"Molly…" Ah, Molly thought as she felt a thousand watt light bulb of anger turned to her.
"Sally, you can kill me all you want later. If there's anything left to kill after Greg is through with me, that is. Where's he by the way? "
Sally's look turned soft and almost pitting, "He's in his office. But be careful he already gave Sherlock a nice shiner." At those words the two women looked at the man in question and Molly had to admire the two massive and livid bruises, both in different stage of healing, on Sherlock Holmes' face. Apparently John had not been the only one to welcome Sherlock back with a right hook.
Molly turned and walked to the closed door of Greg's office. Scotland Yard had come back from the fishbowl offices a few years ago, after Anderson proofed to be a very proficient lip reader and discovered the affair of the superintended with a suspect in a murder case. The suspect turned out to be innocent, but the attempts towards transparency were put on hold indefinitely.
She opened the office after a short knock with no answer and the sight that met her made her heart stop and realize two things.
Greg was nowhere near as straight as she always thought, judging by the enthusiasm with which he kissed the man leaning against his desk.
The second thing was the fact that it was Mycroft he was kissing. The man she had been sleeping with for the last three years.
She really should feel betrayed, but her libido apparently decided that the view of those two men kissing was more important.
"Ah, Molly," Mycroft said, as he slowly leaned back, looking over Greg's shoulder at her. He looked positively debauched and Molly definitely felt heat pool in places where it really shouldn't when you caught your partner cheating on you. Cheating on you with the guy you had been having fantasies about for the last four years.
Greg whirled around at Mycroft's words and shrugged Mycroft's hand from his lovely behind.
"Molly, I," he stammered and Molly actually felt sorry for him. It was clear he had no idea what hit him and she knew exactly how he felt.
"Hello darling, I was just wondering when you would arrive," Mycroft said casually. Molly and Greg both stared at him. "Sit down, please." He gestured to the comfortable chair in front of the desk and Molly did what he said, feeling confused, confused about her feelings, but above all confused about what Mycroft was concocting.
"Greg." Mycroft walked away and picked up two empty glasses and a half full bottle. He filled one of the glasses and handed it to Greg, who took it and emptied it in one go. He held out the empty glass and Mycroft filled it with a smirk.
"Can I offer you a glass too, Molly?" Mycroft said as he held out the other glass to Molly. He looked like he had just been interrupted during a friendly conversation between two friends instead of cheating on his partner. Molly frowned; it was clear to her that all of this was no coincident.
"Molly?" Greg said looking ashamed and red faced at her.
"Don't," Mycroft said holding up his hand.
"You did this deliberately, didn't you?" Molly asked and to her frustration he didn't even have the decently to look ashamed. He just smirked.
"You did what?" Greg looked at Mycroft, realization slowly dawning on his face. He groaned as he rubbed his face, before running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry, Greg, I should have told you, but I thought this would be the best 'Welcome Back Sherlock' gift I could give Molly." Molly blinked and she watched as Mycroft walked through the room placing his hand on her shoulder, stroking the spot behind her ear that made tingles run down her spine and making her close her eyes.
"I don't get it," Greg said looking from Molly to Mycroft. "You knew?" he asked her.
"No, she didn't." Molly leaned her head back into Mycroft's hand and sighed. At times like this she really hated anything with the name Holmes.
"So your idea of giving a gift to somebody you are apparently involved with is cheating on her with a man?"
"Yes." Mycroft sounded way too happy.
"Why?" Greg on the other hand just sounded resigned.
"I love Molly." Molly started at these words, because it wasn't what she had expected him to say. Greg also raised an eyebrow at these words, but he remained silent. "I love Molly more than I ever loved a woman before and there are not many men that I loved more than her. His words sounded sad and Molly knew there was a lot of history unsaid and she knew that one day she would know the whole story, but not now.
Mycroft continued after he re-found himself again. "There are some things I can't give her. I know that I can make her happy, but her life will never be complete." Molly felt the pain in these words and she knew he was right. They would be very happy, but she was still that little girl at heart that wanted that white wedding, that house with white picked fence. And whatever Mycroft was he would never be that.
"So you cheat on her, with me?" Greg said angry, very angry, "How can do you that to her, to that wonderful woman, how?" Then everything fell in place and that nagging feeling in the back of her head turned into a siren.
And then she just laughed.
Oh how she hated the bastard, the wonderful, wonderful bastard.
"How long have you felt like this, Greg" She looked at him with a smile.
"I…" Greg closed his eyes for the moment again and then groaned. "Too long," he finally said. Molly felt her heart sing and she was torn between kissing Greg senseless and leaning back into the warm supporting touch of Mycroft's hand on her neck.
"Well," Mycroft said into the silence. But he didn't continue.
"I'm not leaving you, Mycroft," Molly suddenly said.
"Of course, not," Mycroft said, "but we can share. I'm rather partial to distinguished looking gentleman." Molly felt a small shudder as Mycroft's hand gently squished her, almost like he was asking for permission.
"Hey, don't I get anything to say about this?" Greg suddenly said, his voice firm in an attempted to get something resembling control. Molly smiled and stood up.
"No, Greg, you don't, but Mycroft? It won't be Greg who will be shared." Molly placed a gentle kiss on Greg's mouth, looked at him, winked and then bent forwards, her mouth next to his ear. "I think we will be doing the sharing, don't you agree?"
She could feel Greg's breath caught for a moment and the wicked smile that appeared on his face made Molly laugh again.
She looked at Mycroft gain and to her enjoyment she suddenly saw uncertainly on his face for the first time in the evening. Molly moved forwards and backed him up to the desk kissing him deeply. She stepped back with a smile.
"I think I interrupted something when I entered the room." Greg walked up to her and carefully swept her hair to the side kissing her neck. She moaned, leaning into him; she smirked as she felt his erection through his trousers.
"I think Mycroft has to repay us for his manipulation, don't you think so, Greg?" Molly turned her head and kissed Greg.
"Uh." Molly looked up at Mycroft who clearly looked too interested at them.
"Yes Mycroft, anything wrong?" Greg asked.
"I thought you were going to punish me," Mycroft said and Molly let her head fall against Greg's chest.
'Shall I leave him too you," she said as she turned away, walking to the chair, sitting down to watch the two men.
Greg walked up to Mycroft forcing the man to lean back until he was at the same height as Greg. The kiss that followed made Molly gasp and she decided to throw all caution and modesty out of the window and slipped her hand into her trousers.
Greg stepped back and pulled Mycroft along with him by his tie, pulling him down in a kiss, turning the two of them around. Molly groaned as she realized he was giving her a show, making sure she could see everything. Greg placed his hand on Mycroft's trousers and squeezed him. Mycroft moaned and Molly decided that this might be the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. Greg slipped his hand up and slowly undid Mycroft's belt, opened his zipper and dropped his trousers. Mycroft was wearing the dark blue pants Molly had bought him and that made his ass look stunning. Greg stepped back admiring the cock outlined in the blue pants. Then he turned Mycroft around, placing Mycroft's hand on the desk, allowing Molly the perfect view of Mycroft's ass.
Molly groaned as she pushed a finger inside her, brushing her clit, sending shudders through her body. Greg stepped to the side pulling down Mycroft's pants in one move, leaving that lovely ass naked for all to see. Molly groaned again.
There was not much better than to see the most powerful man she knew so debauched and no longer in control. Greg too seemed to enjoy the view. He then moved his hand to Mycroft's jacket slipped his hand in the left pocket and removed a small tube of lube. Molly slipped another finger inside as she realized that Mycroft had planned it all.
Mycroft groaned again as Greg held the tube in front of his eyes. Greg demonstratively poured some of the lube on his right hand the sight made Mycroft moan again.
"I love seeing you like this," Molly said, "So taken down a few pegs." At those words Greg pushed his index finger into Mycroft and the simultaneous groan of the three of them made Molly even wetter.
She watched Greg move calmly in and out and she met his speed. Then Mycroft moaned so loudly that both Molly and Greg looked at the door which remained closed, the sound of the party still loud outside the office.
"I would remain silent if I were you. You don't want Sherlock walking in here, watching you in all you glory." Molly circled her clit and for a second actually wished that somebody would enter.
"Please," Mycroft begged and Molly felt the arousal climb even more.
"Shall we give him what he wants? I mean people will start to wonder where we are." Molly smirked as Mycroft nodded his head desperately for second, then forced his head to stay still, laying his cheek against the desk.
"For once, but you'll have to repay me later," Greg said and he quickly started to stroke Mycroft's cock and Molly matched their pace and when Mycroft started to beg she came. She sat back, feeling her muscles relax and she watched Mycroft getting fingered through her aftershocks.
Mycroft followed her quickly and came all over Greg's hand and desk. Greg leaned over Mycroft keeping him up, waiting until they all regained their breath.
"That," Molly was the first to break the silence, "was brilliant." Molly watched as Greg carefully pulled up Mycroft's pants and trousers. Mycroft seemed to be rather speechless a sight she would never get enough of. Molly than looked at Greg.
"What about you?" she asked as she could see the bulge in his trousers.
"Oh, I'm having my own," Greg smiled, "fun." Molly didn't understand what he meant and her face clearly showed it. "Let's just say I prefer to take my time," Greg said, "I want to watch Mycroft make you come again and again and then I will have my fun with him."
Molly laughed, straightened her clothing and then looked at Mycroft, who sat back looking at them with the smug smirk of a man who had got his way.
"I think somebody needs some more punishment for their manipulation," Molly said and Mycroft stood next to her in a flash.
"I think my bed will be big enough for whatever punishment you have in mind," Mycroft said as he straightened his tie.
"I think we created a monster," Greg groaned as he pulled his coat on, hiding his crotch from curious looks.
They walked out of the office, the three of them still straightening their clothes, trying to look slightly decent. They didn't even reach the door of the elevator when a voice rang and silence fell.
"Damn it, Mycroft! Not Lestrade too."
Molly closed her eyes for a moment and enjoyed the warmth from the two men besides her. A smile formed as she realized she had turned into the kind of woman her mother had always warned her about, something about whores, and Jezebels entered her mind.
And then she just laughed.