Hmmmm ... shower time!
What's going to be taking place here?
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Part Three - Slippery When Wet
They were now stood in the bathroom, facing each other. Neither one of them had begun to undress. Molly knew that she shouldn't think of this as an erotic act, but she couldn't help herself. She took a step closer to him, feeling the blush burning in her cheeks. She lifted her hand up to toy with one of the buttons on his shirt.
"I think what we are planning to do requires the removal of clothes?" she asked him. She glanced coyly upwards, through her lashes.
He swallowed thickly. "I believe that is the best way."
She undid one of his buttons, then another. When she slipped her hand beneath the fabric, pressing her palm to the place directly over his heart, she could feel its dancing rhythm. Like a Pachanga or a Samba. He leaned into her touch, his eyes falling closed.
"You can remove mine, if you like," she said to him.
His eyes snapped open, boring into hers. She smiled widely. He dropped his hands to her hips, slipping his fingers beneath the hem of her t-shirt. She allowed her arms to fall to her sides. He slowly lifted the shirt, helping her to move her arms through the openings so that she didn't raise them too high. He dropped the shirt to the floor. Now she was stood in only her bra and loose, cotton trousers. His eyes trailed very briefly over her chest, taking in the plain white fabric, before slipping further downwards to the narrow incision on her belly. Her stomach was slightly extended, bloated, and there was still a faint bit of blood around the wound.
"Doctor Wheaton told me that I could get it wet, but to wash the area very gently, with only a little bit of soap," Molly explained softly.
Sherlock nodded, dragging his gaze back upwards to meet hers. "I seem to be entirely overdressed for this occasion."
She let out a soft chuckle then proceeded to finish undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt. She pushed the fabric down off of his shoulders. He undid the cuffs and allowed the shirt to join hers on the floor. Keeping her gaze locked on his, she reached behind and undid her bra clasp. The cups fell away and she slipped off the straps, it too now falling to the floor. Sherlock's eyes had widened and his breath hitched slightly. Molly's cheeks were burning, but she managed to keep her gaze fixed on his. He swallowed and took a step closer to her, his eyes repeatedly flitting down to her newly-revealed chest, then back up to her eyes.
He swallowed. "Molly I-I find that I must-I must retract all negative statements I have ever made about your breasts."
The fact that he stumbled over his words was enough to make her smile. "You can touch them if you like. I don't mind."
He slowly raised his hands, gently pressing his palms to her soft flesh.
"Oh God!" she gasped out, her eyes falling closed as he tilted his hands to cup her breasts more efficiently, brushing his thumbs across her already distended nipples. She whimpered, arching her back slightly to press herself against his hands. He began to massage them, watching fascinated by the reaction his ministrations were creating.
"Sherlock!" her voice was barely above a whisper. "Please!"
His hands instantly dropped away and he stepped back. Her eyes flew open, meeting his.
"Molly, no! We can't! I don't want to hurt you. Dr. Wheaton said no strenuous activity and THAT is definitely a strenuous activity."
Her shoulders slumped in defeat. "Perhaps I should shower alone."
"No. You're not showering alone! We'll manage, somehow."
She snorted. "Will we?" She gave a nod towards his very prominent erection.
He humphed. "I was just fondling your breasts, what other sort of reaction do you expect?"
"Oh don't think that I'm not pleased, it's wonderful to have physical proof that The World's Only Consulting Detective is not a machine, but very much so a man!"
He rolled his eyes. "Ha ha very funny. Shall we get on with the actual showering bit?"
"Will you be able to get your trousers off, around that?" She gave another obvious nod. "Or will you require assistance?"
He hesitated momentarily. "Some, ahh, assistance would be nice."
She smiled broadly and took a step closer to him. He watched with slightly widened eyes, and a racing heart, as she slowly undid the button and zip. She was tempted to slip her hand into the opening and give his hardening cock a squeeze, but decided not to. Instead she slipped her hands beneath his trousers, alongside of his hips and pushed down. The fabric slowly fell to the floor, and he quickly stepped out of them when his trousers pooled at his ankles. Now he was left wearing only his grey pants, having long ago removed his shoes and socks. He reached out, placing his hands on her waist, thinking it only fair that they should become undressed equally.
He gave her soft cotton trousers a slight tug, pulling them down passed her hips. Once they hit mid-thigh they fell to the floor. She mirrored his actions and stepped out of them, not remotely embarrassed by the wet patch that had formed at the front of her knickers. Sherlock swallowed thickly and stepped back from her once more.
"You can touch me, I'm not made of glass," she said to him, her tone faintly indignant.
"Touching can lead to other things, Molly."
With a frustrated sigh she pushed down her knickers, kicked them off to the side and strode towards the shower. She slid the door open and stepped in, hesitating, waiting to see if he would follow her before she turned the water on. Follow her he did, his pants now removed.
He slid the door shut behind him. Molly stood with her back to him, not reaching to turn on the water. He stepped up behind her, slipping his arm about her so that it rested directly below her breasts, carefully avoiding her incision. He traced the shell of her ear with his lips.
"Please Molly. Please don't think that I don't want you. I do, I want you so badly. But I also don't want to hurt you."
She ran her hand over his arm. "I know. I'm just being silly. I'm not accustomed to having to think like this, to personally deal with something like this. It's frustrating."
Sherlock gently kissed the side of her neck. "We'll just have to deal with it, we have no choice. The most important thing is for you to get better."
Molly sighed again. "Yes. I suppose you are right."
"I am right."
She rolled her eyes as he let go of her to turn on the water. It slowly cascaded down them as Sherlock fiddled with the temperature; once he got it to a comfortable heat he put his arm back around her.
"Are we just going to stand beneath the water?" she asked him after a couple of moments passed.
"For a minute or so, yes."
She laughed. "What on earth for?"
He shrugged. "Don't know really, it just feels nice."
She laughed again. "Can I at least face you?"
He nudged her forward a bit more than loosened his hold on her. She slowly turned about, realizing that he had moved them so that he was blocking the spray of the water. She smiled up at him.
He suddenly looked a bit sheepish. "Ahh, Molly, there's something I think I should tell you..."
Her eyes narrowed. "What? What is it?"
"This isn't the first time that I've seen you naked."
"WHAT?!"
He sighed, stepping a bit closer to her so that he could look directly into her eyes. Oh yes, there was quite a bit of anger there.
"When?" she demanded.
"Uhm, that night after your failed date with Roger, when you came home and had a bath."
Her eyes were flaming. "There were other times, weren't there?"
The tips of his ears tinged pink. "Twice more."
"SHERLOCK!"
He grimaced slightly at her shrill tone. "It was never intentionally done, it just sort of ... happened."
"ARSE!"
He smirked. "Yes, you did give me a good eyeful of that a few times!"
"Sherlock!"
His smirk widened as he leaned in closer to her. "Admit it; you're not as upset as you are pretending to be."
She huffed and beat his chest with her fists. "That is entirely unfair! You twat!"
He grabbed her hands. "Unfair? What do you mean by that?"
She let out another huff. "Why did you get to see me naked and I never got to see you?"
He smirked. "Well I'm naked now."
She smiled widely. "That you most certainly are."
His eyes widened to a nearly comical size when she suddenly pulled her hand away from his in order to wrap her fingers around his hard length. "MOLLY!" he choked out. He placed his hand on top of hers and moved to pull her away.
"Sherlock, don't."
He stopped and looked at her.
"I can at least do this. It's not entirely strenuous ... please? I know you want me to, you need the release. You're practically pulsing in my hand."
A shudder ran through his body when she brushed her thumb over the head of his cock. He gave a silent nod, dropping his hand away from hers. A loud groan erupted from his throat as she began to slowly pump him. He dropped his forehead to her shoulder, his hips rolling slightly with the movements of her fingers on him.
"Sherlock!" she whimpered, after a few moments. "Please?"
He lifted up his head and their eyes met. He knew exactly what she was asking of him.
"If you won't. Then I will," her tone was a determined one.
His eyes widened once again, his pupils having dilated to such a point that they were nearly solid black. Without another moments hesitation he gently moved her towards the shower wall and once he was certain that she was settled comfortably (her hand having never left his cock) he slipped his fingers between her folds. She was slick with her juices, and it made his chest fill with pride at the thought that it was he that had created such a result. Her head fell back against the tile, her mouth parting as she let out a moan. Her grip on his cock tightened ever so slightly, causing him to let out a muffled curse. His fingertip found its desired destination, moving over her clit in swift circles. He switched his fingertip with the pad of his thumb so that he could slide first one, then two fingers into her beckoning core.
"Oh God, Sherlock! Fuck!"
He slowly filled her with his fingers, sliding them in and out of her repeatedly as he dragged his thumb over her clit. Her eyes were squeezed shut, moans continuing to escape from between her lips. She dropped her hand away from his cock, only to cup his bollocks and give them a tender squeeze. He cursed loudly as she wrapped her fingers around his length once more. With her other hand she gripped tightly onto his elbow as he continued to fuck her with his fingers. She felt so warm, and soft, and wet. He was desperate to be able to bury his cock inside of her, and he knew that it would be worth the wait.
He let out another groan as he felt the all-too-telling tightening in his groin. He gasped out her name, and she quickened the pace of her hand. He gave her clit three more swipes with his thumb and she was crying out, her walls clamping onto his fingers. The thought of her coming around his cock was what sent him over the edge. His seed spread across her hip bone, slowly drifting downwards. He dropped his head to her shoulder, and was now panting heavily. She reached down and gently eased his fingers from her, when she brought them up to her mouth, covered with her juices, he watched with widened eyes and parted lips as she sucked them clean.
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