Miss Molly Had A Dolly And It Was Sick, Sick, Sick. NC17 Explicit sex & violence Ch 3 part 2
COMPLETED as of today 16/10/12 UK date there folks...
CHAPTER 3 - LAST CHAPTER PART 1 of 2 HERE
CHAPTER 3 - LAST CHAPTER PART 2 of 2
This is a three chapter piece that runs along side the WIP 'A Complicated Life'.
For this one I wanted an extreme contrast between Sherlock and Johns relationship and the relationship between Moriarty and his man Moran. I also wanted to show quite how messed up Jim's head is. Often suicidal and a sadomasochistic he drifts between reality and his fantasies. I wanted to explore why he didn't kill Molly when he was planning to kill Mrs Hudson, John and Lestrade. I have also given Jim and Sebastian some back story and looked a little into Jim's possible family history. Some not Canon, but Conan-Doyle did not give me much to play with.
Hope no one takes insult to the ref the Jim's Irishness. My family are Irish on both sides so it seemed a natural thing to do.
I am not a writer, I write for myself really.
This starts off pretty gentle and ends pretty messy. Expect it all....flashbacks, fluff, BDSM, rape, incest, explicit sex, Teen Sex, Jim 'Ryan' i.e Jim from the Hospital, Jim Moriarty's fantasies, I tried to get a bit of everything in :D
The children's rhyme 'Miss Polly' in this case 'Miss Molly' has been bastardized for the last chapter.
Warnings for Violence, Explicit sex (some Non Con) constant swearing.
Pairings: Moran/Moriarty, Moriarty/Molly, Moriarty/other character, Sherlock/John implied, Moriarty/Sherlock implied, Moran/Watson implied
Summary:Jim's got a new job. This is what happened on Molly's three dates.
Exploring the totally f**ked up mind of Jim Moriarty.
I still feel a bit sorry for him though :)
“I love that book. See the Miss Polly rhyme; he used to change it to Miss Molly look...” She smiled walking towards him to show him the page but Jim stood and putting the book down on the side, held out his arms towards her, gently placing them on her shoulders.
She looked up at him his face seemed more rugged now in this half-light - older, more mature. Lines showed around his eyes and his face was a little marked with freckles and sunspots. Her heartbeat was increasing and she felt her thighs started to ache. She wasn’t sure what to do now and she kind of hoped he would take over here a little. Lucky for her, he did.
He stood silently before her a small glimmer of a smile playing at the side of his mouth. He reached his hands behind her back to feel for the zip of her dress, and as he slowly undid it he gently kissed her lips. Molly closed her eyes. This was a dream surely; this was too perfect. Jim had gone from being a clumsy childlike playmate to knowing exactly what she wanted. She sighed as he gently bit her bottom lip. As her dress dropped to the floor she drew her arms self-consciously across her body, Jim caught her wrists and laughed playfully.
“What are you doing? Don’t do that. Molly you are beautiful.” She lowered her head and looked up at him from under her hair. “Really?...I mean I don’t think so and...People are always making horrible comments about me having small ti...”
“Wha? really” Jim interrupted “that’s not very nice, I think they are perfect” he smiled and raised his hands again to undo her bra, gently sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. He lowered his face to place his mouth around one of her small pert nipples, sucking it gently between his lips. Molly moaned and leaned against him her legs now feeling like jelly. she really wanted to move to the bed but Jim seemed like he had other ideas. Moving lower down her body he kissed a path down her ribs, waist and stomach and as he came to her pants he hooked his thumbs into the material and pulled them down her thighs. Molly shifted her weight to let them fall free. She felt very embarrassed and exposed but so aroused by this fully dressed man removing all her clothes. It made her feel vulnerable and it was ‘quite nice’, she decided.
Jim nuzzled his face into the light covering of hair across her pubis. His nostrils taking in the scent of soap and woman; he breathed it in, it made him want to eat her alive. He bit gently at the flesh there. It was a delicious soft peach. He closed his eyes and pointing his tongue he experimentally dipped it into the cleft of her clit. She trembled slightly under his hands on her hips. He smiled menacingly, and quietly chuckled.
“Oh God Jim, please take off your clothes, I feel a bit weird like this”. He stood up, probably a bit too quick and it made him dizzy. “Of course, silly me”, he laughed again, and licked his lips. Molly sat down on the edge of the bed, still trying not to expose herself too much and edged herself backwards resting against the pillows. Jim stood smiling at her as he began to remove his shirt. Molly still nervously biting her lip saw he was not well built but was pleasantly toned and slim. He had a light amount of dark hairs running from his chest down his stomach to the top of his trousers which he was now undoing and taking off. .’Oh no’ Molly thought ‘I can’t get out of this now’. She laughed as he faltered removing his trousers at the same time as his socks, but at least the laughter was breaking the tension a little.
Jim did not wait to stand before her naked and looking awkward. Feeling very odd without the protective armour of his suit, he crawled towards her and up between her knees.
Molly held her hands to her eyes as he began once again to run his face up the inside of her thighs, licking biting, mouthing the flesh there. She wanted him to lick her so much but he was teasing by not going anywhere near her yet. He was now massaging his left thumb into her thigh and gently pulling at her public hairs with his fingers of his right hand. Then he blew gently onto her clit, making her whimper slightly “Oh Jim please, please lick me”. He giggled “Happy to oblige” and with this, he flattened out his tongue and purposely licked her from her perineum to her clit. in one long slow stroke. Jim Moriarty watched with dark eyes from between her legs, awaiting her reaction. She squealed and opened her legs further, fully exposing herself to him. He smiled as he slipped his fingers into her, thrusting and pumping them only to remove them again to see what noise Molly might make next. She bucked and groaned and hitched her breath. He alternated his methods, fingers, licks, bites and sucks. Sometimes her vulva, sometimes her labia and then as he finally turned his attention to her clit she was nearly in tears. He flicked his tongue across it and then blew cold air onto it as it swelled. He sucked it into his lips and rolled it between his teeth while all the time twisting his fingers inside her and withdrawing them to create a different reaction. God she was so wet he was nearly drowning in it. If he didn’t make her cum soon he would have to start drinking from her. He sucked her clit again and rubbed his lightly stubbled chin into her opening. Molly moaned and sighed and pushed her hips up towards him, her back arching and her legs wrapping around his head. He dug his thumbs into her thighs to make her stop that, it was annoying him now. He just wanted this to end already. It was fun, but enough was enough. He bit down on her clit and made her yelp. He soaked one finger in her pussy and hooking his thumb in it he pushed his wet index finger against her asshole and forced it in. Her inexperienced muscles clenching around his digit, Molly protested at first but when he drew her clit into his lips again she ground against his fingers begging him “Please please, please”. Within seconds she was cumming loudly and riding it out as he finger fucked her ass and clenched her clit between his teeth. She shook with the intensity of the orgasm, her feet curling and her back arching. She stifled her cries with her hand at her mouth. It was a long time since she had felt like this.
When she had calmed he removed his fingers and wiped his face with his shirt from the floor, she looked at him half terrified and half embarrassed. He seemed concerned. “You ‘kay?” “Um yeah, Oh God Jim, I’ve not...no one...I’ve...well that was...well...different”,
“Different? Oh, “he frowned. “Oh no” she said “I mean amazing, really, really, amazing” can I do anything for you?” She gestured towards his hardening prick. “Oh no” he said as he began to run his hand along the shaft ”You were so nice last night, it’s my turn tonight, all for you” and with this he raised himself above her pulling her hips towards his, getting prepared to enter her. “Oh no” Molly looked a bit shocked “a condom - you do have one don’t you?” ‘Oh shit’ Jim thought; he wasn’t sure. He had never used anything with Sebastian. Moran always made sure he was careful with his whores but James was a different kind of whore altogether, “I should have” he lied. He got off the bed and frantically looked for his bag by the door. Moran had packed it for him - Jim Ryan’s clothes for tomorrow; his flick knife just in case, trainers...and at the bottom a small box...of condoms. A post-it note attached to them read ‘Don’t use ‘em all...don’t use ‘em at all. S’’ Jim laughed “I’ve got them” He was flaccid again now, but as he re-entered the room stoking himself, he smiled at Sebastian's little joke and thought how he would laugh about it with him later, preferably whilst he pinned him to the floor. It made his cock twitch with the thought of it.
Molly lay there waiting shyly. She was so sweet, but it wasn’t really doing anything for him - she was too willing, too submissive, too much like him. He thought of Maire and her long black hair. He thought of Sherlock Holmes and his black curls and how he wanted to sink his hands into them and watch as Sebastian would spit on his face ‘Okay, that was working’ he was getting harder and Molly wasn’t looking quite so bad now.
“Molly, turn over, I want to fuck you from behind” Molly looked a bit scared and unsure “Really? Oh” She complied though and turned herself over onto her hands and knees. Her hair fell forward as she dropped her head to glance between her legs to see Jim slipping the condom over his cock readying himself for her. She was shaking, her arms wobbling slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt him drag himself across her wet pussy. She sighed a little too loudly.
Holding the base of his cock he dragged the shaft up and down across her wetness and nudged the tip against the pink opening off her sweet, puckered anus. He would have so loved to have just forced himself into her ass, held her there while she sobbed at the initial pain. He liked to think she would enjoy it once it subsided but the thought of it made him excited anyway. He would have to just enjoy that. He hissed as he drew air through his teeth.
He suddenly slipped himself inside her in one smooth stroke pushing himself in deep. His balls slapped against her pubis causing her to groan. Her elbows gave way, her back bending so that her nipples now rubbed gently across the bedclothes. He held her hip steady with his left hand as he reached out the palm of his right and slid it across her back the fingertips playing along her spine. He slowly moved in and out of her she moaned gently. Molly was probably thinking Jim Ryan was such a romantic lover. Jim was thinking differently, very differently.
Jim was thinking musically.- ‘ Adagio’ at first, he thought. Start slowly, add some staccato and end in crescendo. That was the plan but he was becoming distracted. As he ran his fingers down Molly’s spine he was thinking about Sebastian's taste for weapons. He always had a gun in his hand but Jim preferred knives, especially when Moran was holding one to his bare skin. He saw himself as Sebastian, and thought about how he would drag the tip of his Spyderco automatic along the protruding nubs of his spine whilst he slowly fucked him. The ebony black special ops blade nicking his skin as Jim pushed back onto his cock.- Molly was doing the same. He was losing his rhythm. He spread his legs a little wider, in turn opening hers not only lowering her closer to the bed but disabling her from having so much control. Thrusting into her, he could no longer hear her annoying begging and moaning. He closed his eyes and began to speed up his tempo.
Jim was now no longer Sebastian but he was watching a scene in Moran’s lock up. It was Sebastian’s favourite place where he would often skulk around. Jim said it was the snipers equivalent to a garden shed. He could see Sebastian now, knife still in hand, but it was no longer Jim he was fucking. It was another man, clothed, trousers about his ankles, his hands tied behind his back, his face grinding into the dirty oily floor; grazed and bleeding and wracked with anger and pain. Morans knife was at his throat as he fucked him over and over again. John Watson was spitting, swearing making promises how he would kill Moran; promises he would never keep once Sebastian had finished with him, “Oh God” Jim exclaimed. He was really distant and the thought of Sherlock Holmes face after finding his... what was he?, friend, companion, partner, lover?...his Army Doctor. Throat cut, raped and broken. Sebastian would probably never do that for him, but the thought of it. ‘Oh’.
“Molly turn over...please” Jim was drenched in cold sweat. The booze and drugs in his system combined to make his heart pump so fast and lights were forming before his eyes. “Oh Jim, please, I need this” She turned onto her back and pulled him towards her to enter her once more. He felt like he was dying, he could not concentrate on being Jim Ryan anymore. He was busy concentrating on ‘fucking Molly’ He grabbed both her wrists and held them back on the bed the way he had Maire all those years ago. He changed angles and thrust his cock in awkwardly and she cried out in pain. He liked that, but he had better not do it again so he continued to fuck her as normally as he could. He was tiring now and his brain was filled with images and sounds from other places. He was flying. In fact he was falling...he was holding someone’s wrists, it was himself - no it was Sherlock Holmes. They were falling together from a high place. He could hear a voice in the distance “Please Jim, you’ve got to let go. Okay? Jim let go, are you okay?” He let go of Sherlock’s wrists. They fell. His face became Holmes’s face. Smashed on rocks, his skull caved in covered in blood. “Urgh” Jim grunted as he came. His head exploded with light and pain, the nerve endings searing with heat. He could hear Molly again.
“Jim, are you okay?” Molly had tears in eyes but a look of concern on her face.
Jim Ryan was back and realised he was still inside Molly Hooper but he was not sure what Jim Moriarty had done. “Oh God, Molly, I am sorry. Oh god, are you okay? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to I mean...”
“No Jim” she said as she wrapped her arms around his back “You looked…well… it was a bit intense. Great... but a bit...well, intense”.
“Sorry, I sometimes get these blinding headaches and migraines it, I just felt odd. Sorry”.
Holding the base of his softening cock to keep the condom in place he withdrew from her and swiftly picking up his up his bag, he headed towards the bathroom. He removed the condom tied it and flushed it down the toilet. ‘Oh fuck. What have I done?’ he thought. He looked at his reflection. Jesus he looked shite. His eyes were bloodshot and the pupils were nearly blown. He rested his forehead against the mirror and let out a small whimper “Hhnn. Got to keep...control” he whispered rolling his head against the glass. He stopped. Time to think...’John Watson was the key to Sherlock Holmes. John Watson’. A grin spread across face and he started to laugh silently. Giggling he brought his hand to his mouth to stifled the laughter. He stared at his now smiling face in the mirror. Everything was okay now, sorted. He knew what he had to do. He needed to ring Sebastian.
“Jim, you okay?” Shit, he had forgotten about Molly. “Yes, I am okay, just going to take a tablet” he began routing around his bag again. One more pill would be okay, at least he might sleep. He quickly tipped his bottle to his mouth and swallowed. “I’m coming out now” he called.
Molly stood at the door in her dressing gown; she had thought perhaps he was leaving so she held his shirt and trousers in her hands. When he opened the door Jim Ryan was back again.
“Molly, I am sooo sorry. Why do you have my clothes? Do you want me to leave? If you do I will understand. I didn’t mean to freak you out.” Molly held them outstretched. She shook her head sadly “No, I actually thought you were leaving...I thought you were going, you know?” He smiled at her and realised he was still naked and childishly placed his hands over his genitals and giggled. She smiled and leaning forward gave him a light kiss on his nose “Will you come back to bed?” “Sure, um, are my boxers in that pile?” Molly laughed, I guess so” and she handed the clothes to him. Turned and walked back into the bedroom. She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and swiftly got in the bed and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Jim joined her moments later after retrieving his phone from his bag which her left at the door.
They lay there together, Molly’s head resting on his chest, he with his fingers in her hair gently combing out the strands. It was a few moments before Jim spoke. “Shall I turn out the light, or would you like to have a story Molly?” His voice was soft and warm; he seemed so different from the man who had just been inside her. “Oh Jim are you teasing me?” she whispered. Shifted his weight and picked up something for the side table “No Molly. Why would you say that?” She looked up at him and realised he was holding the book her father had given her. She smiled and replaced her hand on his chest gently rubbing her fingers through the soft hairs and circling one nipple. Jim cleared his throat and whispered in his lightest childlike tone.
“Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick, ...*that would be me then* he thought
So she called for the doctor ...*dearest John Watson, little fucker*
To be quick, quick, quick...
The doctor came...*yes, please*
With his bag and his hat, and he knocked at the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head,
And he said "Miss Molly, put it straight to bed...*bingo, bought the t.shirt*
He wrote out a paper for a pill, pill, pill... *plenty of them, thank you*
I'll be back in the morning with the bill, bill, bill."...*Yes, Sherlock Holmes is going to fuck-ing pay*
“Molly? You okay?”
No answer.
Closing the book he looked down to find Molly had already nodded off. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and gently moved it to rest it on the pillow beside him. She shifted slightly in her sleep but did not wake. He slipped out of the bed, picked up Molly’s dressing gown and put it on. It was warm and smelt like her. It was kind of cosy. ‘Must get Sebastian one’ he mused, smiling, thinking of the Marksman in a pink fluffy dressing gown ‘and some slippers’. He turned off the light and using his phone to find his way he went back into the lounge and quietly shut the door. Toby leapt from his resting place on the sofa as soon as he saw him and Jim scowled at the cat as it retired to its basket.
The plates from earlier still sat on the table and Jim picked up the wine bottle that was still a quarter full and settled down on the sofa and took a swig, wincing at the now acidic taste. He hit 0 on his phone which immediately dialled Moran’s mobile. He answered in two rings sounding rough like he had been sleeping.
“‘You staying?”
“Yes” Jim answered quietly.
“Why you whispering?”
“Why do you think stupid?”
“Oh...did you fuck her?”
“Yes” Jim closed his eyes wincing; he didn’t actually want to joke about Molly right now.
“You don’t want me to kill her then?”
“No...Don’t you go anywhere near her. Don’t fucking touch her okay”
“Fuck you”
“You’re jealous.”
“No. - I am outside in the car if you want to go now?”
“I know that, and no, it’s fine. I’m going to meet him tomorrow”
“So there was no need to fuck her then?”
“Shut up”
*Silence*
“I have some things for you to sort out, slight change of plan. It involves you drugging the army boy and strapping a shitload of Semtex to his chest”
“Oh Yeah?” Sebastian’s tone changed.
“Thought you would like that” Jim giggled.
“Give me the details in the morning. When do you want it done?”
“Probably tomorrow night, don’t know, depends how the day goes. We are going to be busy, busy, bus-y. You should get some beauty sleep”.
“Everything is going to plan so far. I’m going now then”
“Are you?” Jim said in his sweetest voice.
“What...going?”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck you Jim”.
“Tomorrow maybe” and with that Sebastian was gone.
Jim sat in Molly Hooper’s flat and planned the abduction of Dr John Watson. It was cold and he would soon retire to her bed next to her warm naked body. This was only the beginning of the game; the final moves were yet to come. Sherlock Holmes was going to know him soon enough and he would make sure he never forgot the name of James Moriarty
CHAPTER 3 - LAST CHAPTER PART 1 of 2 HERE
CHAPTER 3 - LAST CHAPTER PART 2 of 2
This is a three chapter piece that runs along side the WIP 'A Complicated Life'.
For this one I wanted an extreme contrast between Sherlock and Johns relationship and the relationship between Moriarty and his man Moran. I also wanted to show quite how messed up Jim's head is. Often suicidal and a sadomasochistic he drifts between reality and his fantasies. I wanted to explore why he didn't kill Molly when he was planning to kill Mrs Hudson, John and Lestrade. I have also given Jim and Sebastian some back story and looked a little into Jim's possible family history. Some not Canon, but Conan-Doyle did not give me much to play with.
Hope no one takes insult to the ref the Jim's Irishness. My family are Irish on both sides so it seemed a natural thing to do.
I am not a writer, I write for myself really.
This starts off pretty gentle and ends pretty messy. Expect it all....flashbacks, fluff, BDSM, rape, incest, explicit sex, Teen Sex, Jim 'Ryan' i.e Jim from the Hospital, Jim Moriarty's fantasies, I tried to get a bit of everything in :D
The children's rhyme 'Miss Polly' in this case 'Miss Molly' has been bastardized for the last chapter.
Warnings for Violence, Explicit sex (some Non Con) constant swearing.
Pairings: Moran/Moriarty, Moriarty/Molly, Moriarty/other character, Sherlock/John implied, Moriarty/Sherlock implied, Moran/Watson implied
Summary:Jim's got a new job. This is what happened on Molly's three dates.
Exploring the totally f**ked up mind of Jim Moriarty.
I still feel a bit sorry for him though :)
“I love that book. See the Miss Polly rhyme; he used to change it to Miss Molly look...” She smiled walking towards him to show him the page but Jim stood and putting the book down on the side, held out his arms towards her, gently placing them on her shoulders.
She looked up at him his face seemed more rugged now in this half-light - older, more mature. Lines showed around his eyes and his face was a little marked with freckles and sunspots. Her heartbeat was increasing and she felt her thighs started to ache. She wasn’t sure what to do now and she kind of hoped he would take over here a little. Lucky for her, he did.
He stood silently before her a small glimmer of a smile playing at the side of his mouth. He reached his hands behind her back to feel for the zip of her dress, and as he slowly undid it he gently kissed her lips. Molly closed her eyes. This was a dream surely; this was too perfect. Jim had gone from being a clumsy childlike playmate to knowing exactly what she wanted. She sighed as he gently bit her bottom lip. As her dress dropped to the floor she drew her arms self-consciously across her body, Jim caught her wrists and laughed playfully.
“What are you doing? Don’t do that. Molly you are beautiful.” She lowered her head and looked up at him from under her hair. “Really?...I mean I don’t think so and...People are always making horrible comments about me having small ti...”
“Wha? really” Jim interrupted “that’s not very nice, I think they are perfect” he smiled and raised his hands again to undo her bra, gently sliding the straps from her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. He lowered his face to place his mouth around one of her small pert nipples, sucking it gently between his lips. Molly moaned and leaned against him her legs now feeling like jelly. she really wanted to move to the bed but Jim seemed like he had other ideas. Moving lower down her body he kissed a path down her ribs, waist and stomach and as he came to her pants he hooked his thumbs into the material and pulled them down her thighs. Molly shifted her weight to let them fall free. She felt very embarrassed and exposed but so aroused by this fully dressed man removing all her clothes. It made her feel vulnerable and it was ‘quite nice’, she decided.
Jim nuzzled his face into the light covering of hair across her pubis. His nostrils taking in the scent of soap and woman; he breathed it in, it made him want to eat her alive. He bit gently at the flesh there. It was a delicious soft peach. He closed his eyes and pointing his tongue he experimentally dipped it into the cleft of her clit. She trembled slightly under his hands on her hips. He smiled menacingly, and quietly chuckled.
“Oh God Jim, please take off your clothes, I feel a bit weird like this”. He stood up, probably a bit too quick and it made him dizzy. “Of course, silly me”, he laughed again, and licked his lips. Molly sat down on the edge of the bed, still trying not to expose herself too much and edged herself backwards resting against the pillows. Jim stood smiling at her as he began to remove his shirt. Molly still nervously biting her lip saw he was not well built but was pleasantly toned and slim. He had a light amount of dark hairs running from his chest down his stomach to the top of his trousers which he was now undoing and taking off. .’Oh no’ Molly thought ‘I can’t get out of this now’. She laughed as he faltered removing his trousers at the same time as his socks, but at least the laughter was breaking the tension a little.
Jim did not wait to stand before her naked and looking awkward. Feeling very odd without the protective armour of his suit, he crawled towards her and up between her knees.
Molly held her hands to her eyes as he began once again to run his face up the inside of her thighs, licking biting, mouthing the flesh there. She wanted him to lick her so much but he was teasing by not going anywhere near her yet. He was now massaging his left thumb into her thigh and gently pulling at her public hairs with his fingers of his right hand. Then he blew gently onto her clit, making her whimper slightly “Oh Jim please, please lick me”. He giggled “Happy to oblige” and with this, he flattened out his tongue and purposely licked her from her perineum to her clit. in one long slow stroke. Jim Moriarty watched with dark eyes from between her legs, awaiting her reaction. She squealed and opened her legs further, fully exposing herself to him. He smiled as he slipped his fingers into her, thrusting and pumping them only to remove them again to see what noise Molly might make next. She bucked and groaned and hitched her breath. He alternated his methods, fingers, licks, bites and sucks. Sometimes her vulva, sometimes her labia and then as he finally turned his attention to her clit she was nearly in tears. He flicked his tongue across it and then blew cold air onto it as it swelled. He sucked it into his lips and rolled it between his teeth while all the time twisting his fingers inside her and withdrawing them to create a different reaction. God she was so wet he was nearly drowning in it. If he didn’t make her cum soon he would have to start drinking from her. He sucked her clit again and rubbed his lightly stubbled chin into her opening. Molly moaned and sighed and pushed her hips up towards him, her back arching and her legs wrapping around his head. He dug his thumbs into her thighs to make her stop that, it was annoying him now. He just wanted this to end already. It was fun, but enough was enough. He bit down on her clit and made her yelp. He soaked one finger in her pussy and hooking his thumb in it he pushed his wet index finger against her asshole and forced it in. Her inexperienced muscles clenching around his digit, Molly protested at first but when he drew her clit into his lips again she ground against his fingers begging him “Please please, please”. Within seconds she was cumming loudly and riding it out as he finger fucked her ass and clenched her clit between his teeth. She shook with the intensity of the orgasm, her feet curling and her back arching. She stifled her cries with her hand at her mouth. It was a long time since she had felt like this.
When she had calmed he removed his fingers and wiped his face with his shirt from the floor, she looked at him half terrified and half embarrassed. He seemed concerned. “You ‘kay?” “Um yeah, Oh God Jim, I’ve not...no one...I’ve...well that was...well...different”,
“Different? Oh, “he frowned. “Oh no” she said “I mean amazing, really, really, amazing” can I do anything for you?” She gestured towards his hardening prick. “Oh no” he said as he began to run his hand along the shaft ”You were so nice last night, it’s my turn tonight, all for you” and with this he raised himself above her pulling her hips towards his, getting prepared to enter her. “Oh no” Molly looked a bit shocked “a condom - you do have one don’t you?” ‘Oh shit’ Jim thought; he wasn’t sure. He had never used anything with Sebastian. Moran always made sure he was careful with his whores but James was a different kind of whore altogether, “I should have” he lied. He got off the bed and frantically looked for his bag by the door. Moran had packed it for him - Jim Ryan’s clothes for tomorrow; his flick knife just in case, trainers...and at the bottom a small box...of condoms. A post-it note attached to them read ‘Don’t use ‘em all...don’t use ‘em at all. S’’ Jim laughed “I’ve got them” He was flaccid again now, but as he re-entered the room stoking himself, he smiled at Sebastian's little joke and thought how he would laugh about it with him later, preferably whilst he pinned him to the floor. It made his cock twitch with the thought of it.
Molly lay there waiting shyly. She was so sweet, but it wasn’t really doing anything for him - she was too willing, too submissive, too much like him. He thought of Maire and her long black hair. He thought of Sherlock Holmes and his black curls and how he wanted to sink his hands into them and watch as Sebastian would spit on his face ‘Okay, that was working’ he was getting harder and Molly wasn’t looking quite so bad now.
“Molly, turn over, I want to fuck you from behind” Molly looked a bit scared and unsure “Really? Oh” She complied though and turned herself over onto her hands and knees. Her hair fell forward as she dropped her head to glance between her legs to see Jim slipping the condom over his cock readying himself for her. She was shaking, her arms wobbling slightly and she closed her eyes as she felt him drag himself across her wet pussy. She sighed a little too loudly.
Holding the base of his cock he dragged the shaft up and down across her wetness and nudged the tip against the pink opening off her sweet, puckered anus. He would have so loved to have just forced himself into her ass, held her there while she sobbed at the initial pain. He liked to think she would enjoy it once it subsided but the thought of it made him excited anyway. He would have to just enjoy that. He hissed as he drew air through his teeth.
He suddenly slipped himself inside her in one smooth stroke pushing himself in deep. His balls slapped against her pubis causing her to groan. Her elbows gave way, her back bending so that her nipples now rubbed gently across the bedclothes. He held her hip steady with his left hand as he reached out the palm of his right and slid it across her back the fingertips playing along her spine. He slowly moved in and out of her she moaned gently. Molly was probably thinking Jim Ryan was such a romantic lover. Jim was thinking differently, very differently.
Jim was thinking musically.- ‘ Adagio’ at first, he thought. Start slowly, add some staccato and end in crescendo. That was the plan but he was becoming distracted. As he ran his fingers down Molly’s spine he was thinking about Sebastian's taste for weapons. He always had a gun in his hand but Jim preferred knives, especially when Moran was holding one to his bare skin. He saw himself as Sebastian, and thought about how he would drag the tip of his Spyderco automatic along the protruding nubs of his spine whilst he slowly fucked him. The ebony black special ops blade nicking his skin as Jim pushed back onto his cock.- Molly was doing the same. He was losing his rhythm. He spread his legs a little wider, in turn opening hers not only lowering her closer to the bed but disabling her from having so much control. Thrusting into her, he could no longer hear her annoying begging and moaning. He closed his eyes and began to speed up his tempo.
Jim was now no longer Sebastian but he was watching a scene in Moran’s lock up. It was Sebastian’s favourite place where he would often skulk around. Jim said it was the snipers equivalent to a garden shed. He could see Sebastian now, knife still in hand, but it was no longer Jim he was fucking. It was another man, clothed, trousers about his ankles, his hands tied behind his back, his face grinding into the dirty oily floor; grazed and bleeding and wracked with anger and pain. Morans knife was at his throat as he fucked him over and over again. John Watson was spitting, swearing making promises how he would kill Moran; promises he would never keep once Sebastian had finished with him, “Oh God” Jim exclaimed. He was really distant and the thought of Sherlock Holmes face after finding his... what was he?, friend, companion, partner, lover?...his Army Doctor. Throat cut, raped and broken. Sebastian would probably never do that for him, but the thought of it. ‘Oh’.
“Molly turn over...please” Jim was drenched in cold sweat. The booze and drugs in his system combined to make his heart pump so fast and lights were forming before his eyes. “Oh Jim, please, I need this” She turned onto her back and pulled him towards her to enter her once more. He felt like he was dying, he could not concentrate on being Jim Ryan anymore. He was busy concentrating on ‘fucking Molly’ He grabbed both her wrists and held them back on the bed the way he had Maire all those years ago. He changed angles and thrust his cock in awkwardly and she cried out in pain. He liked that, but he had better not do it again so he continued to fuck her as normally as he could. He was tiring now and his brain was filled with images and sounds from other places. He was flying. In fact he was falling...he was holding someone’s wrists, it was himself - no it was Sherlock Holmes. They were falling together from a high place. He could hear a voice in the distance “Please Jim, you’ve got to let go. Okay? Jim let go, are you okay?” He let go of Sherlock’s wrists. They fell. His face became Holmes’s face. Smashed on rocks, his skull caved in covered in blood. “Urgh” Jim grunted as he came. His head exploded with light and pain, the nerve endings searing with heat. He could hear Molly again.
“Jim, are you okay?” Molly had tears in eyes but a look of concern on her face.
Jim Ryan was back and realised he was still inside Molly Hooper but he was not sure what Jim Moriarty had done. “Oh God, Molly, I am sorry. Oh god, are you okay? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to I mean...”
“No Jim” she said as she wrapped her arms around his back “You looked…well… it was a bit intense. Great... but a bit...well, intense”.
“Sorry, I sometimes get these blinding headaches and migraines it, I just felt odd. Sorry”.
Holding the base of his softening cock to keep the condom in place he withdrew from her and swiftly picking up his up his bag, he headed towards the bathroom. He removed the condom tied it and flushed it down the toilet. ‘Oh fuck. What have I done?’ he thought. He looked at his reflection. Jesus he looked shite. His eyes were bloodshot and the pupils were nearly blown. He rested his forehead against the mirror and let out a small whimper “Hhnn. Got to keep...control” he whispered rolling his head against the glass. He stopped. Time to think...’John Watson was the key to Sherlock Holmes. John Watson’. A grin spread across face and he started to laugh silently. Giggling he brought his hand to his mouth to stifled the laughter. He stared at his now smiling face in the mirror. Everything was okay now, sorted. He knew what he had to do. He needed to ring Sebastian.
“Jim, you okay?” Shit, he had forgotten about Molly. “Yes, I am okay, just going to take a tablet” he began routing around his bag again. One more pill would be okay, at least he might sleep. He quickly tipped his bottle to his mouth and swallowed. “I’m coming out now” he called.
Molly stood at the door in her dressing gown; she had thought perhaps he was leaving so she held his shirt and trousers in her hands. When he opened the door Jim Ryan was back again.
“Molly, I am sooo sorry. Why do you have my clothes? Do you want me to leave? If you do I will understand. I didn’t mean to freak you out.” Molly held them outstretched. She shook her head sadly “No, I actually thought you were leaving...I thought you were going, you know?” He smiled at her and realised he was still naked and childishly placed his hands over his genitals and giggled. She smiled and leaning forward gave him a light kiss on his nose “Will you come back to bed?” “Sure, um, are my boxers in that pile?” Molly laughed, I guess so” and she handed the clothes to him. Turned and walked back into the bedroom. She slipped the dressing gown from her shoulders and swiftly got in the bed and pulled the duvet up to her chin. Jim joined her moments later after retrieving his phone from his bag which her left at the door.
They lay there together, Molly’s head resting on his chest, he with his fingers in her hair gently combing out the strands. It was a few moments before Jim spoke. “Shall I turn out the light, or would you like to have a story Molly?” His voice was soft and warm; he seemed so different from the man who had just been inside her. “Oh Jim are you teasing me?” she whispered. Shifted his weight and picked up something for the side table “No Molly. Why would you say that?” She looked up at him and realised he was holding the book her father had given her. She smiled and replaced her hand on his chest gently rubbing her fingers through the soft hairs and circling one nipple. Jim cleared his throat and whispered in his lightest childlike tone.
“Miss Molly had a dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick, ...*that would be me then* he thought
So she called for the doctor ...*dearest John Watson, little fucker*
To be quick, quick, quick...
The doctor came...*yes, please*
With his bag and his hat, and he knocked at the door
With a rat-a-tat-tat.
He looked at the dolly
And he shook his head,
And he said "Miss Molly, put it straight to bed...*bingo, bought the t.shirt*
He wrote out a paper for a pill, pill, pill... *plenty of them, thank you*
I'll be back in the morning with the bill, bill, bill."...*Yes, Sherlock Holmes is going to fuck-ing pay*
“Molly? You okay?”
No answer.
Closing the book he looked down to find Molly had already nodded off. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and gently moved it to rest it on the pillow beside him. She shifted slightly in her sleep but did not wake. He slipped out of the bed, picked up Molly’s dressing gown and put it on. It was warm and smelt like her. It was kind of cosy. ‘Must get Sebastian one’ he mused, smiling, thinking of the Marksman in a pink fluffy dressing gown ‘and some slippers’. He turned off the light and using his phone to find his way he went back into the lounge and quietly shut the door. Toby leapt from his resting place on the sofa as soon as he saw him and Jim scowled at the cat as it retired to its basket.
The plates from earlier still sat on the table and Jim picked up the wine bottle that was still a quarter full and settled down on the sofa and took a swig, wincing at the now acidic taste. He hit 0 on his phone which immediately dialled Moran’s mobile. He answered in two rings sounding rough like he had been sleeping.
“‘You staying?”
“Yes” Jim answered quietly.
“Why you whispering?”
“Why do you think stupid?”
“Oh...did you fuck her?”
“Yes” Jim closed his eyes wincing; he didn’t actually want to joke about Molly right now.
“You don’t want me to kill her then?”
“No...Don’t you go anywhere near her. Don’t fucking touch her okay”
“Fuck you”
“You’re jealous.”
“No. - I am outside in the car if you want to go now?”
“I know that, and no, it’s fine. I’m going to meet him tomorrow”
“So there was no need to fuck her then?”
“Shut up”
*Silence*
“I have some things for you to sort out, slight change of plan. It involves you drugging the army boy and strapping a shitload of Semtex to his chest”
“Oh Yeah?” Sebastian’s tone changed.
“Thought you would like that” Jim giggled.
“Give me the details in the morning. When do you want it done?”
“Probably tomorrow night, don’t know, depends how the day goes. We are going to be busy, busy, bus-y. You should get some beauty sleep”.
“Everything is going to plan so far. I’m going now then”
“Are you?” Jim said in his sweetest voice.
“What...going?”
“Jealous?”
“Fuck you Jim”.
“Tomorrow maybe” and with that Sebastian was gone.
Jim sat in Molly Hooper’s flat and planned the abduction of Dr John Watson. It was cold and he would soon retire to her bed next to her warm naked body. This was only the beginning of the game; the final moves were yet to come. Sherlock Holmes was going to know him soon enough and he would make sure he never forgot the name of James Moriarty