So this chapter is heavily censored except for the last portion; I left in a little bit of naughty for you :) purpleblogofsex(.)tumblr(.)com(/)post(/)23848777988(/)four R&R, please. I would like to get some people's thoughts on this..! [Edit: Ch 5 is ready to be put up and stuff; maybe if I get a review or two I'll post it today? :)]

Nothing to be Embarrassed About

Chapter Four

"Jim!" Molly shivered as Jim ran his fingers underneath her skirt, nodding when he leaned in closer. Not close enough for her to grab him and kiss him. "Yes, yes I am, Jim... I am, because I'm yours... please... please..." Jim's hands gripped Molly's bum tighter, and he lifted her onto the table, sliding her past the edge making her gasp and blush. "Jim... Please... Please..."

"Don't you just get tired of begging, Molly—always waiting for someone's permission..?" Jim laid a trail of wet kisses along her neck and shoulder.

"God yes." Molly told him, moaning as he kissed her neck and her shoulder. "I do... It's only nice sometimes... but, yes... I get tired of it..." With that, Molly decided to take matters into her own hands. Literally. Kissing him, she shifted her hips toward his, and they lost track of time while enjoying each other's bodies.

Twitching as she kissed a sensitive spot, Jim's breath was ragged as they came to a stop. "Molly.. Hooper, you are no longer allowed foreplay unless you can magically come as much as you did and as much as you were about to." Resting his elbows on either side of her rib cage, he shifted himself out of her and gave her body a long lick—from her navel to the tip of her clavicle.

She felt her body shiver as she came, panting as he came too. She moaned, and then gasped, looking up at him as he pulled himself out of her, shivering again as he licked up from her bellybutton to her collarbone. "Allowed? Why not?" She blushed softly, catching her breath, her hair splayed out around her.

"Because I like to take things slow, and I don't have the patience to wait for you to recuperate." He nipped at her clavicle; it was rather pretty. The bone poked through her skin in an awful way, evidence of how poorly she took care of herself—Molly had been much healthier when she had been dating him—and how much stress she was currently under, but he found he rather liked it on her. The longer she worked in the morgue, the more she began to look like her "patients." Day by day, she grew thinner... Dying looked well on Molly Hooper.

"I'm not...not yours..." She whimpered softly as he nipped at her clavicle. She was under a lot of stress, and the sex had felt amazing. She had forgotten to protest during and looked up at him. "I can recuperate just fine..." She tried to sit up, feeling tired, thirsty and washed out but very pleased all the same.

As soon as Molly began to sit up, Jim's hand shot out and caught her by the shoulder, shoving her back down on the table none too gently. Jim leaned in close to her ear, voice pitched low, "Do you not recall what you said to me earlier, Molly-dear?"

She gasped as he pinned her to the table, not letting her sit up. She closed her eyes as he leaned in close, right in her ear, too close. "I'm not your dear... and... No... that didn't mean anything. It didn't! Just like you calling me love... Please, it didn't mean anything." She squirmed, trying to find a way out from under him.

"Just like the security feed in this room doesn't mean... anything, right?" His voice rasped at the end, and his breath was hot.

Molly shook her head. "No... no... you wouldn't." She was flustered, and she pushed against him but couldn't move him. She slumped blinking for a moment before she closed her eyes again. "What do you want?"

His hand looped through her hair and caught on tightly, pulling her face upwards so she would be forced to look at him if she ever opened her damn eyes. "You."

She opened her eyes as he pulled her hair, making her face move up to look at him. "Me?" She couldn't help but squeak, and she couldn't shake her head, not with his hand in her hair.

"You're a delightful little mouse, and I can't wait to eat you." His mouth latched onto her exposed neck, and after shifting the pressure of his body off of his elbow, his hand was making its way between her legs once again. "It's not my fault you were foolish enough to make a deal with the Devil, my dear."

"No!" She gasped as his hand began to slid down her body, and she whimpered as he kissed and sucked on her neck, making her arch her back. "I... I didn't make a deal... I didn't..."

"And here you are, signing the paperwork for the second time." A few seconds worth of touching and he had her moaning again.

"No...I'm not..." Molly couldn't control herself. She whimpered. "Please... not here again... Please..." She moaned as he teased her, unable to stop her body from writhing at his touch. "If I agree... Will you stop this? Please... I could lose my job..."

"You agreed to me once before, Molly. How can I trust you?" His mouth left red blotches on her skin, and his hand continued its lazy pace.

"You have a tape of me.." She moaned as his mouth left marks on her skin, making her gasp as his hand continued to tease. "...in a compromising position. Anyone could walk in right now... Please... Please, whatever you need to do to trust me... Just please... not here... not again... please."

"You are mine, Molly Hooper. From here on out. At my beck and call." He ground out into her ear tugging fiercely on her hair.

"Okay...okay." Molly gasped as he tugged on her hair. "Please...I'll be yours."

"Good." With that he pushed himself off her and began to readjust his pants. "Get dressed; you'll most likely have a new delivery within the next hour or two. Text me when your shift is over." Walking over to the coat rack, he grabbed his shirt and coat, putting them on quickly, and opened the door. Tipping a hand in her direction, Jim murmured: "Your reputation is safe with me, my lady," and left the room.

Molly whimpered softly and pulled her clothes on once he left, blushing when he told her that her reputation was safe with him. How could anything be safe with that man?