Author's note: This three-part wedding night story is especially dedicated to those of you who have waited or are planning to wait for your wedding night to be intimate with your spouse. May God bless you for your commitment, and I pray that this story will inspire you. The following Bible verse will, I hope, give further validation for this decision. Interestingly, look at how closely the last sentence in verse 19 ties in with what Sherlock says to his sister, when he believes she is Faith Smith.

1 Corinthians 6:19-20

(19) Do you not know that your bodies are temples of the Holy Spirit, who is in you, whom you have received from God? You are not your own; (20) you were bought at a price. Therefore honor God with your bodies.

And now, let the wedding night romance begin!


Update: I have deleted the publcation of this story twice and turned guest review moderation on, as a result of being spammed over and over by guest reviews containing nothing but computer code that continues on for the character limit of reviews. If you support my Christian-based stories, please leave a legitimate review to support me. If you don't, please just stay away from them, rather than trying to cause trouble. It is really disconcerting to feel attacked this way, but I will not allow spammers to prevent me from putting forth my messages of inspiration.

Update 1/24/19 I have changed the cover image to one drawn by a wonderful reader, Elizabeth Robello, who kindly chose to draw an interprretation of Sherlock and Molly leaving the church on their wedding day, using my descriptions of what they are wearing as her guide.


The chauffeur opened the door and Sherlock stepped out first, then assisted Molly from the limousine. She looked at the front of the hotel and gasped. "You booked us into the Ritz for our wedding night?"

"It would certainly appear so," Sherlock responded, with a lopsided grin and an affectioate squeeze to her hand.

Molly's hand tightened convulsively on his. She sucked in a deep breath, feeling a tingle of nervous excitement run through her whole body. This was really happening. They were going to share that last part of themselves with one another, and she was going to see Sherlock naked for the first time. She couldn't help feeling a little dizzy at the thought.

Molly was certainly no stranger to the naked form, obviously, doing autopsies on dead bodies meant she had seen naked bodies of all shapes and sizes, but she had never seen a real, live naked body. And certainly she had never seen what a man's body looked like when he was turned on. She had felt it on several occasions, of course. There was no disguising it at times when Sherlock held her close, but actually seeing him in that state? She blushed at the thought.

Sherlock slid a glance at her. "Nervous?" he asked, as they still stood on the pavement.

"A little," she admitted. More than a little, she thought silently.

He bent to kiss her cheek. "Me too. But I suggest we head inside now. It would be a little anti-climactic if we spent the night loitering on the kerb." He smirked, and she giggled.

Fortunately, due to the lateness of the hour, there was nobody to see them walk into the luxurious hotel. Thank goodness the reporters haven't got wind of our location, Molly thought. The chauffeur retrieved their overnight bag from the boot and handed it to Sherlock. "You have my number, Mr. Holmes. Just call me in the morning when you're ready to be picked up," the man said, before departing.

Sherlock went immediately with Molly to the registration desk inside the hotel. "I have a booking for tonight under the name Sherlock Holmes," he told the woman at the desk. The woman looked a little starstruck. Even if she had not known who Sherlock was, with their attire, it was obvious they were here for their wedding night. The woman blinked a few times, and then seemed to regain her faculties. She typed on her computer for a few seconds.

After handing Sherlock two key cards for their room, she said, "Welcome to the Ritz, Mr. and Mrs. Holmes. I hope you enjoy your stay."

The newlyweds made their way to the room number shown on their key cards. At the door to the room, Sherlock used the key card and opened it. "Wait here for a second,"he told Molly, entering the room with the overnight bag and turning on the light. He deposited the bag on the floor, then turned back to Molly and lifted her into his arms in traditional bridal style which took some effort due to her voluminous dress, to carry her across the threshold.

"Well, that was a little more difficult than I anticipated," he commented with a quirk to his lips, setting Molly down hastily, and she giggled. She could feel his grip had been slipping on the satiny fabric of her wedding gown.

Then he seemed suddenly uncertain about what to do next. Molly came to his rescue by suggesting, "Why don't we explore our room?"

Their gazes were immediately drawn to the huge king-sized bed, the headboard of which was against the right hand wall. On the opposite wall from the entry into the room, was a curtained window, in front of which was a round table with a chair on either side. The chairs had red velvet cushions and backs, lined with gold, which matched the headboard of the immense bed, which had what looked to be some sort of backless love seat at the foot of it. There was an armchair on one side of an ornate fireplace which was on the opposite wall from where the bed was situated. A chest of drawers was on the other side of the fireplace with the TV on top. There were lamps on bedside tables and beyond the bed to the right was another armchair.

On the front wall as you walked into the room was a dressing table and another velvet padded chair with an umbrella rack next to it. Molly dropped the white handbag she had been carrying onto this. The door to the bathroom was on the right hand wall before the bed. Molly was astounded at the opulence. The walls were cream with gold trim.

"It's beautiful," she breathed, drinking it all in.

"Yes, beautiful," Sherlock agreed, but he wasn't looking at the furnishings. Instead, he was looking at her, and her heart leapt at the hungry expression in his eyes.

"Uh, we should check out the bathroom, shouldn't we?" she suggested, feeling butterflies performing a merry dance in her stomach.

Sherlock huffed out a breath. "If you like."

They went to the closed door of the bathroom and Molly opened it. The first thing that met their eyes was a huge bathtub directly in front of them, that had a glass screen which could be closed. A sink, beyond which was the toilet, was against the wall to their left.

"Look, there are two fancy white robes behind the door," Molly pointed out to Sherlock.

"We might just have to take a bath together so we can wear them afterwards," he told her, taking her by the hand and leading her back into the main room.

"That does sound nice," she agreed, peeking up at him through her lashes.

"Are we done exploring, now?" asked Sherlock in a slightly irritated tone, pulling his brows together. "I'd really like to kiss you now." He slid his arms around her as he spoke and pulled her close. Then his lips were on hers, sensuous and warm, sending tingles immediately running through her, heating her body from within. Molly put her arms around his neck, kissing him back fervently. It was so strange to realize there would be no need to hold back this time. They were finally married. Glorious warmth spread through her veins, as Sherlock's hands slid upwards, to caress the bare skin of her upper back and shoulders.

He released her after a minute, and she made an involuntary sigh of disappointment.

"Wait, sweetheart," he told her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone.

What on earth was he doing? Was he texting someone on their wedding night? Surely not?

But no, it wasn't long before she heard the music from A Thousand Years, playing.

"I wanted to dance with you again," he told her, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled. "I didn't know it was already going to be our wedding dance, but well, I had already downloaded it in preparation."

He put his phone on the bed and held his arms out to her so they could sway to the song again, the way they had done earlier that night and weeks earlier in the flat. No matter how often Molly heard the song, she responded to the romantic lyrics, and now she was responding to the feel of Sherlock's arms around her.

This time though, they reverted to the way they had moved with the music that time in the flat, when they had not just held each other. This time they kissed ardently, letting the music flow around them. Sherlock's mouth moved to trail down her throat, then he was kissing her bare shoulders. The touch of his lips on her skin caused tingles to run through her again every place his lips touched, and she gasped a little. The combination of Sherlock's lips and the beautiful song washed over her, as tears formed at the corners of her eyes and escaped.

When the song ended, Sherlock lifted his head, and his curls were temporarily caught in Molly's veil, before he winced slightly and extricated himself. "Do you think I can remove your veil now?" he asked, as his fingers moved to brush the tears gently from her face.

Molly giggled and blinked rapidly through her tears. "Of course, but remember what I told you about my hair. You definitely don't want to try running your fingers through it until I've washed out the hairspray, because they will most certainly get stuck in it.."

"Duly noted," he told her as his lips twitched in amusement. "Now tilt your head forward so I can see where your veil is attached."

Molly did as she was told, and Sherlock found the pins that had kept the veil firmly in place all day, removing them gently, then lifting the veil from her head and placing it over the dressing table chair.

Despite Molly's warning, Sherlock reached out a hand to touch her hair. "Wow, it really is stiff, isn't it?"

"Shouldn't that be my line?" she asked cheekily, looking up at him through her eyelashes.

"Talk like that will get you in trouble, Mrs. Holmes." His voice was very deep, and she heard the note of passion in it.

Molly thrilled at his words. Not the being in trouble of course, but the way he had called her Mrs. Holmes. Then, his hands were on her shoulders, caressing her bare skin as he kissed her again. He trailed his fingers lightly over her shoulders until Molly could not stop herself from pulling away and giggling. "Sherlock, that tickles!"

"Interesting," he murmured. "The lighter the pressure, the more sensitive your skin is. I'll have to remember that." He dropped a light kiss then to her shoulder and said, "Did I tell you how breathtaking you look, Molly? I can't believe you're mine."

She tilted her head and gave him a coquettish look. "Well, the feeling is mutual. You look so magnificent, Sherlock. I thought you looked incredible in your suit for the wedding, but this tuxedo, well, it's even more amazing."

"It might look good, but it is getting uncomfortably hot in here," he responded, reaching a hand to tug at his collar. "Do you-" he hesitated, then his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and continued, "do you want to help me take the jacket off?"

Molly looked at him rather shyly. "If you like. But first, I need to take off my shoes, they're killing me." She bent down to remove them, then realized it would be impossible with her dress. "Uh, Sherlock, could you help me, please?"

He nodded. "Of course, sweetheart."

She walked over to the bed and perched on the edge of it so she could bend down and raise one foot, then the other so he could remove her shoes. Afterwards, she wiggled her toes experimentally. She had not realized how pinched they felt from being in the shoes after so many hours. "Much better," she breathed.

"I can massage them a little if it would help," he offered, dropping to his knees immediately.

So typical, she thought. Here it was their wedding night, and he was thinking of her first, and her comfort. "That would be lovely, thank you sweetheart, but let me take off your jacket first, so you are more comfortable."

He bent forward and allowed her to undo the button of the jacket, then slide it off his shoulders. "Do you want me to remove this satin waistcoat as well?" she asked, "and your tie?"

"Why not? It all has to come off eventually anyway," he said, giving her a suggestive look which made her catch her breath.

She unfastened the buttons of his waistcoat and assisted him with its removal, as well as his tie. Then he bent down once more and took one of her feet in his hands, massaging it gently. She breathed a sigh of relief as he worked away the ache first from one foot, then the other.

"That feels so much better," she said when he had finished.

"Anything for you, my love," he told her, looking up at her with a tender expression on his face.

"Wouldn't your feet feel better out of their shoes as well?" she asked, slipping off the bed and standing close to him.

"I'm sure they would," Sherlock answered, proceeding to take off his own shoes and socks and place them underneath the dressing table, along with her shoes. Then he pulled her back into his arms, placing his hands around her waist and looking down to meet her eyes. "You are suddenly much shorter," he commented with a teasing grin.

Molly sniffed. "Less talking, more action," she told him, putting her hands around his neck and pulling him down towards her as she raised her self on tiptoes so their lips could meet once again. This time their kiss was more intense in every way. Sherlock gently teased her mouth open with his tongue, exploring it briefly, before returning to the open mouthed kissing they so enjoyed. This time his hands slid down Molly's back until they reached the zipper of her gown. He tugged on the zipper until it reached the bottom, but the dress didn't move or fall downwards.

He removed his mouth from Molly to ask, with a snort of annoyance, "Why is this dress not moving? Did I do something wrong?"

Molly giggled, and tugged playfully at one of his curls. "No, but there's a hook and eye at the top. You have to undo that too."

Sherlock groaned. "So much for being spontaneously romantic," he complained, and this time Molly laughed.

"It's okay, Sherlock. This isn't a novel. Let me turn around so you can see what you're doing." She did so and felt Sherlock fumble for a few seconds before he was able to unfasten the hook and eye. She suddenly remembered the trouble he had had when trying to unhook her bra on those couple of occasions during their engagement. Oh dear, he was in for a nasty surprise when he had to undo more than a dozen of them on her corset.

She heard his sigh of relief as he finally managed the task. The bodice shifted somewhat, but still refused to drop properly.

Sherlock groaned again. "Now what?"

She shot him an amused look.v"It's the crinoline underneath. It's keeping the whole dress up. Do you want me to untie it?"

He pressed his lips together then shook his head. "No, I'll do it. I want to be the one undressing you on our wedding night. I don't want you undressing yourself. That would not be at all romantic."

Molly smirked and turned around again, so Sherlock could have access to the tied bow at the back of her crinoline. He released the tie and pulled on the string to loosen it, and finally, both crinoline and dress fell to the floor.

As she stepped out of it, Molly heard Sherlock's sharp intake of breath and suddenly remembered she had changed into the crotchless knickers, which were more like a thong and afforded a very good view of her bum.

She blushed then and didn't know whether she should turn around or stay where she was. She felt Sherlock's hand caressing one of those bared cheeks, as he said huskily, "Molly, you have an incredibly sexy bum." He squeezed it gently and she drew in her breath.

Hastily she turned around and moved close so he couldn't see her body. She felt suddenly shy. "My turn," she said, reaching up her hands to unbutton his shirt. He shrugged out of it and she laid her hands on his bare chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart which matched her own. Then they were kissing yet again, as Molly continued to feel the planes of Sherlock's chest, and he put his arms around her to work at the fastening of her corset. It took him several minutes and a couple of muttered "damned thing" and "bloody hell, this is ridiculous"curses, but finally he reached the bottom of the corset and pulled it off in triumph.

Molly blushed, when he stepped back to view her naked chest. Even though he had seen it on a couple of occasions, this time was different. She saw the naked desire in his eyes as his eyes raked over her, now wearing only those knickers and her stockings. "Oh, my God, Molly," he breathed, and his voice was deep and full of passion. "Your body is so beautiful, so perfect. I've been wanting to do this for so long." He lowered his head to her breasts then, touching them with his hands, kissing them with his mouth and Molly could not help the gasp that escaped her lips. Oh yes, it was just as well they had not progressed to anything like this before. She didn't want him to stop. Her hands tangled in his curls. Feeling his mouth and his tongue lavishing her breasts was exquisite torture and she felt her own desire for him rising higher.

She reached awkwardly for the fastening of Sherlock's trousers. No belt, she thought, as Sherlock obligingly stood to make it easier for her. She undid the button and pulled down the zipper. As she did so, she could feel the unmistakable evidence of his desire for her, and her breath hitched even as she slid his trousers down over his hips and he tugged them off the rest of the way. Now she could see he was clad only in his favorite Union Jack boxers.

It was his turn again, and he knelt to remove her thigh high stockings. She kept her legs tightly closed, embarrassed as his face was on a level with her knickers as he did so. Once again she felt unaccountably shy in front of him.

When he had successfully removed her stockings, he stood, and Molly asked in a hesitating voice, biting her lip, "Are you as nervous as I am right now?"

Sherlock stroked her face gently with his hand. "A little. I guess getting swept away by passion is different than planning it. I know I want you, desperately, but I also know I want this to be a beautiful experience for both of us, so I don't want us rushing it." He kissed her gently then, and she relaxed. He was right, there was no rush.

"Shall I turn down the covers of the bed now?" Sherlock asked, and she nodded. She watched as he took his phone and laid it on the bedside table, then pulled the covers down. Then she gave a little gasp as he lifted her into his arms and carried her over to the bed, placing her gently upon it. He turned on one of the bedside lamps, then walked to the door and turned off the overhead light. The decrease in lighting immediately served to make the mood more romantic, and Molly smiled at his thoughtfulness. Then he joined her on the bed, sliding his arms around her once more and holding her close.

"Should I take off my necklace?" she asked him, fingering the exquisite piece of jewellery. The beautiful sapphire and diamond necklace belonged to Sherlock's mother, and had been loaned to her for the wedding.

Sherlock smirked. "No, it's quite sexy to see the necklace over your bare chest," he told her before his mouth captured hers again. This time as they kissed, Sherlock began to move a hand along Molly's body, not as lightly as before so that she would feel ticklish, but with enough pressure that she could feel wild sensations running through her body at his touch. His hand caressed her soft skin, coming to rest on her breasts, gently squeezing them in turn. He removed his mouth from hers once again to trail a line of kisses that led to her breasts and she whimpered at the sensations he elicited with his mouth. His body was moving against hers, and she could tell how desperately he wanted her.

Daringly she moved her hands downwards to remove his boxers and view what lay beneath for the first time. Her fingers grazed him as she succeeded in her task. When Sherlock groaned, moving his own mouth away from his exploration of her curves, she looked down involuntarily and caught sight of him in his naked glory and gasped.

All of a sudden she was afraid. She looked at Sherlock wide-eyed and shook her head.

"What's wrong?" he asked anxiously, his brow furrowed in concern.

She swallowed nervously and licked her lips. "It's just, well, remember how I told you I don't even wear tampons because it's too hard to use them?"

Sherlock frowned, looking slightly confused. "I don't follow."

Molly blushed and bit the inside of her cheek, then let out a slow breath. "Well, if I can't use those, how on earth am I expected to, you know, accommodate something significantly bigger?"

Sherlock chuckled, and he raised a hand to caress her face gently. "Obviously, I'm no expert on the matter, but I assume things will work the way they're supposed to. Relax, sweetheart. I'm not ready to make love to you yet, despite what it may look like. I want to make sure you are ready first. Then, when the time comes, we'll just take it slow. It will be okay, I promise." His eyes looked into hers searchingly. "Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do," she said, turning her face to kiss the palm of his hand which had still been resting on her cheek. She knew it was the truth. Despite everything, she had no doubt Sherlock would not hurt her if he could possibly help it.

Once again, he pulled her close and resumed kissing her, and she forced herself to think only of the wildfire that was running through her body, a fire she had successfully suppressed, for the most part, during their engagement, but which no longer needed to be kept at bay.


Author's note 2: Sorry to keep you in suspense, but really, there was enough in this chapter for now. I hope you enjoyed the description of the room, which is factual. I looked online and at YouTube videos in order to describe it accurately. It looks like an extremely romantic place!

I apologize if the conversation near the end made you blush, but seriously, in my attempt to write realistic fiction, I can assure you that this is a topic that could certainly come up!

My plan is to publish the next chapter later this week and finish it next week.

As always, I value your thoughts and responses to this chapter. Thank you for reading.