“Your technique is improving,” he said quietly. Molly scoffed and leaned over, pressing her lips to his chest.

“Yes, that’s why you were screaming, wasn’t it? Oh wait, that happened last time. And before that. And before that.” He peppered kisses along his throat, lingering against the scent gland. He smells delicious. Mine. “How much longer do you think we have?”

Sherlock looked at her, kissing her before he answered. Molly then buried her face in his neck, grunting through another orgasm. “You took your birth control, right?”

Sherlock rolled his eyes dramatically. “Yes, as I always do. I think we only have a half day left. Then we can go back to work.” Molly was used to his behavior by now, and didn’t take offense at the casual disregard for their relationship. He cast it so easily aside that Molly imagined any other alpha would have been too possessive for Sherlock.

While Sherlock paraded around in public, at home he was all hers.