No characters are mine. All belongs to BBC, Moffat, Gatiss, ACD.
Okay, so this is my first fanfic. Don't be too harsh.
Molly Hooper had just woken up and was making herself a cup of coffee. She was naked underneath her borrowed dressing robe. As she remembered what exactly happened the previous night, she blushed and pulled the robe closer to her body. When she did this, a pair of cold hands pulled the robe apart and brushed against her stomach.
"No need to feel ashamed, my dear," Sherlock whispered into her ear.
Molly shivered and tried to ignore him, pulling the robe back together. She poured her coffee out and asked, "Do you want some, Sherlock?"
"Yes, please," he said right next to her ear. His hands were placed on her hips, his thumbs running over her hipbones.
Molly jumped and turned red. She still wasn't used to having Sherlock as her fiancé. "All right, one cup coming up."
As she moved forward, Sherlock spun her around to face him. She gazed into his deep blue eyes, trying to ignore his sex hair. She also tried to avoid looking at his completely naked body.
"Why are you avoiding me?" Sherlock asked. "Are you embarrassed that we finally consummated our love last night?"
"No, I'm just getting ready for work," she said, looking past him and at the wall.
"You don't have work today."
"Oh. I forgot. Thanks for reminding me. I guess I'll get the groceries then."
"You're not going anywhere."
"Sherlock, just because we're engaged, doesn't mean you can control me. If you ever want to have sex with me again, then-"
Suddenly Sherlock's soft lips were pressed against hers. She squealed in surprise and tried to break the kiss. He stuck with her and pushed hard against her, forcing her to back into the countertop. Opening his mouth, Sherlock stuck out the tip of his tongue and traced Molly's lips, trying to coax her into opening up. With a moan she did as he wished, and their tongues met. Molly could feel Sherlock becoming hard against her leg. To tease him, she grazed her hand over his bare chest and around his thighs, never once touching his erection. He groaned in dissatisfaction and pushed her legs apart to stand in between them. Then he thrust against her. She gasped and pulled away. Smiling, Sherlock asked,
"May I?"
"Oh, God, please do."
He helped her out of her robe and lifted her onto the counter. He gingerly spread her legs and stepped between them again. His hands moved down her neck and to her shoulders. "Lie back," he commanded as he gently pushed her. She did as he told her and closed her eyes. He hovered over her to quickly suck at her nipples before turning his attention to her vagina. He teased her clit with a finger then gently pushed inside of her. She arched her back in delight. Then he used his tongue to lick her clit as he put a second finger inside of her. He brought her close to edge then stopped, smiling at her when she gave him a confused look.
"Let's move it to the bedroom," he said.
Without another word, he picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, shutting the door.
Just to reiterate, this was my first fanfic. It was also my first smut writing. Sorry if it sucks. I'm just too much of a virgin.