They had begun just kissing in bed. Joan felt that for her first time, Sherlock should be introduced to the sensations slowly, rather than all at once as she normally preferred. Soft movements of lips against lips turned into Joan swiping a tongue across Sherlock's lips and subsequently licking into Sherlock's mouth. As Sherlock was distracted with that, Joan moved the hand on her hip under her shirt and stroked the skin at the base of her ribcage. Once Sherlock arched up into that, Joan moved her fingers up a bit to brush over the hardened bud of Sherlock's right nipple. Sherlock mewled and pulled Joan tighter to her, arching her hips up for a bit of friction between her legs.
Taking that as her cue, Joan softened the kiss and began to pull back. Sherlock let out a moan of protest, but Joan ignored it. She slid down a bit so their bodies never stopped touching and hiked up the loose tank top that Sherlock wore to bed. She kissed the creamy skin as it was bared and Sherlock stroked a hand through her hair, encouraging her. Joan's fingers were teasing her nipples and she was pushing the tank top up higher with her nose, kissing all the while.
Unexpectedly, Joan drew back and settled on her knew in between Sherlock's legs. She hooked her fingers under the waistband of Sherlock's underwear and gently tugged them down. She had seen Sherlock naked before, but never out of a medical situation. She took a moment to appreciate the sight before her and inhaled deeply, palming herself a bit.
Once the underwear was off, Joan reached a shaking hand over to brush lightly over her labia. Sherlock keened and her hips stuttered. Joan grinned. Using only the tip of her finger, she nudged Sherlock's labia majora aside and teased around the opening to her vagina, gathering Sherlock's dampness on her finger as she did.
"Joan," Sherlock gasped. "What are you doing?"
"Can I go in?" Joan asked.
"You may," Sherlock retorted.
Joan pinched her hip with her free hand. "Cheeky. Maybe I'll stop."
"Noooooooo," Sherlock moaned brokenly. "Slowly, but yes please."
Joan grinned and leaned down to press a kiss to each hipbone, and then she gently massaged the opening to Sherlock's vagina before sticking her finger in to the first knuckle.
Sherlock gave a desperate gasp. She clenched at the intrusion and grabbed onto the sheet below her.
"Does that hurt?" Joan asked.
"Unusual," Sherlock muttered. "Not bad."
"Good," Joan replied. "I won't go in any more, but could I move a little bit?"
Sherlock bit her lip. "Give me a moment to adjust."
"Of course," Joan nodded.
After what felt like forever with just her first knuckle inside of Sherlock, Joan was finally given the okay to move. She moved her finger in spirals within Sherlock, and the woman opened her mouth as if to moan but instead was silent, only the column of her neck moving.
They continued like this for a few moments, with Joan mixing up how she moved her finger from time to time, when the index fingers of her other hand swiped at Sherlock's clitoris. Sherlock screamed – actually screamed – when this happened. Joan pulled back. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "Did that hurt? Some women are more sensitive than others."
"No," Sherlock answered, stuttering a bit on the "n." "What was that?"
Joan froze. "Sherlock, have you ever, um, touched yourself?"
Sherlock shook her head, her curls flying back and forth wildly.
"That explains it," Joan said. "I caught you off guard. I'm sorry. Do you want to stop?"
"No," Sherlock said again. "That felt fantastic. Just do it lightly."
With a nod, Joan began swirling her finger again and barely stroked Sherlock again. Sherlock let out a high pitched whine and her hips flew up, asking for more contact. Joan was more than happy to oblige. She began pumping her finger inside of Sherlock, sliding a bit past the first knuckle but not much more than that. She stimulated Sherlock by feeling the outside of her hood in order to keep from overwhelming her again.
Joan did this until it was evident that Sherlock was incredibly close to coming. Beads of sweat were forming at her hairline and she was squirming. Her hands were scrambling to grab onto grab onto something but she was only finding sheets and her flushed face showed her evident frustration. Normally with her sexual partners, Joan would continue to tease, but this was Sherlock's first time, and apparently her first orgasm. Showing mercy, she slid her finger down from the hood and directly onto her clitoris, and Sherlock sobbed, "Oh my God, Joan!" and then she was coming and God it was the most fantastic thing that Joan had ever seen. Sherlock was arched up and shouting in a high pitched register that Joan didn't even know her sultry contralto could reach, begging Joan not to stop and writhing in a way that made Joan throb in between her thighs.
Too soon, Sherlock was gasping from the post-orgasmic sensitivity, and Joan was reluctantly pulling her hands away. Sherlock laid spread eagle on the bed, her breaths shallow and frequent, he skin flushed pink, and small moans still escaping her lips. Joan crawled up to her, moved one arm closer to Sherlock's side so she wouldn't crush it, and stretched herself out next to her, her head on the pillow next to Sherlock's. She traced her index finger, the one that had teased Sherlock's clitoris, up and down her arm and kissed her shoulder lightly, waiting for Sherlock to sort through the new data she had acquired and come back to herself.
It didn't take quite as long as Joan thought, but when she came back Sherlock flopped over on her side and was nose to nose with Joan.
"We must do this often," Sherlock declared. "I've never felt anything so wonderful before. Your fingers are magical."
Joan giggled. "I'm not complaining about doing this as often as possible." To make her point, she moved her hips onto Sherlock, making sure that some of the wetness in between her legs was evident.
Sherlock sat up quickly. "Oh! Joan, I forgot that reciprocation is common during sexual encounters. Forgive me." She maneuvered Joan onto her back and scrambled to sit in between Joan's thighs, sitting cross legged.
"You don't mess around," Joan giggled.
Sherlock's eyes went wide. Joan hated that look, the one Sherlock got when she perceived that she'd said or done something wrong but didn't know where or why she had messed up. "Should I be doing this differently? I've never-"
Joan hauled herself up and silenced her with a kiss. "Shut up. Just shut up. You're doing this just right. Any way you do this is going to be right because it's you, moron. I like everything you do, Sherlock Holmes. Just do whatever you think feels right."
Sherlock processed that while staring intently into Joan's eyes, then nodded vigorously. With a quick peck to her lips, Sherlock eased Joan back on the bed. "May I prop your hips up on my lap? I'll have a better view."
Joan chucked. "Go for it. I'm yours."
Sherlock grinned, then pulled Joan forward until her lower back was propped on her crossed legs and Joan's legs were up in the air and hooked over Sherlock's shoulders. Sherlock stared for a moment, clearly trying to figure out her next move. Joan was beginning to feel just a bit uncomfortable when Sherlock's fingers swept from her perineum up to her clitoris, and she sucked in a harsh breath. Clearly pleased with herself for causing this reaction in Joan, she became a bit more confident, and soon she was touching Joan's clitoris, obviously documenting her reactions to different types of touching and stimulation to the hardened little bundle of nerves.
"I need your fingers, Sherlock," Joan gasped. "Two fingers, inside, just pump them in and out, and that'll be perfect."
Sherlock teased the entrance to Joan's vagina for a moment, assessing the angle to put her index and middle fingers in, then suddenly thrust them in.
Normally Joan loved being fingered, but this time she shot up and screamed in pain.
Sherlock pulled back quickly and scrambled to the foot of the bed. "What?" Sherlock asked desperately, adopting that same look she had when she couldn't figure out what she'd done wrong.
Joan couldn't answer immediately. Her cervix was in too much pain.
Sherlock had felt the need to plunge in as fast as possible. Joan was generally a fan of this, but Sherlock's fingers were a bit longer than the people with longish nails that she'd had sex with before. Without being able to accurately calculate the distance between her vaginal opening and her cervix, Sherlock had stabbed and accidentally scraped Joan's cervix.
As she put pressure on the area just above it, even though she knew it wouldn't do any actual good, Joan beckoned Sherlock over. Sherlock crawled slowly and then folded herself up about a foot away from Joan. Joan pulled her closer and embraced her, though Sherlock's limbs remained a protective shield around her body.
"I don't know what I did," Sherlock said miserably. "I'm so sorry, Joan. I'm so sorry."
Joan stroked her curls, smiling because Sherlock Holmes so rarely apologized. "Its fine," Joan sighed. She explained the mistake Sherlock had made, being careful to not use words such as "wrong" or "mistake" while describing it. Sherlock looked mortified.
"Could I try again?" Sherlock asked meekly.
Joan shook her head. "I'm a little sore now. I'm sorry, Sherlock. It isn't anything against you, I'm just in a bit of pain and I don't think I'd be able to get past that to have an orgasm."
Sherlock looked sorely disappointed. She finally unfolded her limbs and wrapped herself around Joan, straddling her legs and putting her arms tightly around her. She buried her face in Joan's neck and planted gentle kisses there.
"Shall we go to sleep?" Joan asked. Sherlock stilled, then nodded. Joan laid back with Sherlock still wrapped around her, then she allowed Sherlock to rearrange both of them into a comfortable position where they were still touching, ankle to hips to shoulder.
Next time, Joan thought. Next time she'll get the hang of it.
A/N: Genderswapping is my kink. It doesn't matter if its a gay couple or a het couple. I'm just obsessed.
As always, I don't own anything, I apologize to people who do own things, blah blah blah.