It's the morning after …
What will happen?
More smut?
That is HIGHLY likely ;)
Chapter Four - Fast Asleep
Within moments he was fast asleep. Molly watched him until her own exhaustion took over and she too fell asleep. She did not wake until the next morning.
Her body ached. She was sore in places she hadn't been sore in quite some time. She liked it. Moaning softly she stretched before rolling over so that she was facing Sherlock. She didn't know if she would ever be able to fully wrap her mind around the fact that she had shagged him! He was still asleep, his face partially covered by the pillow, his curls sticking out at all angles. She resisted the urge to press a kiss to his forehead, not wanting to disturb him. Instead she ever so slowly slipped out from under the sheet, grabbed her clothes from the floor and padded quietly from the room, closing the door softly behind her.
After going to the bathroom and cleaning herself up a bit, she slipped on her shirt and shorts and went into the kitchen. Her stomach was growling and she was desperate for coffee. Once she got the coffee brewing she made herself a few slices of toast (not burnt). With her cup of steaming coffee she settled down at the table and took a few absent-minded bites of toast. Her thoughts were far-away, focused on the activities of the previous night. She felt a slight shiver course through her body at the thought of all that had happened. If he hadn't been asleep in her bed, right now, she would have thought that she had dreamt it all, that none of it was real. She propped her chin in her hand, took a sip of her coffee and closed her eyes.
Suddenly she heard the sound of her bedroom door opening, then the sound of the bathroom door closing. She was surprised to hear him moving about. Thinking that he would probably go back to sleep when was he done, she returned to her coffee, closing her eyes once more. They flew open though when she heard a noise; a great, big thump. She hurried from the kitchen only to find Sherlock sprawled face down across her living room floor, wrapped up in her sheet. She ran over to him just as he was pushing himself up to a seated position, and kneeled down beside him.
"Are you alright?" she asked him, struggling to hold in her laughter.
He was scowling. "I'm perfectly fine. My foot got caught up in the sheet and I tripped. I've never had that happen before."
A giggle escaped her. "That was quite a sight."
He continued to scowl. "Hardly very dignified."
She giggled again. "Are you sure you're alright? Nothing … broken?"
Her eyes trailed downwards, he was still covered by the sheet, the only thing visible was his bare chest.
His hand moved up her arm. "Nothing valuable, only my pride."
Molly let out a loud snort. "It would take a lot more than that to break your pride." She grew silent as his gaze grew more intense. She took in a breath to steady her voice. "I'm surprised you're awake. I thought you'd sleep most of the day away."
He shrugged. "You left the bed."
"I was hungry. Do you want coffee?"
He shook his head, his curls were mussed; sex hair. "I just brushed my teeth."
"Ahh … found your toothbrush then?"
"Mmhmm." He leaned forward and gave her a kiss. "You taste like cinnamon."
"You taste like spearmint."
He kissed her again, his hand still on her arm. Molly was grateful that there was no awkwardness between them. She honestly hadn't known how he would be after all that had happened the night before. This was a good result.
"Are you hungry?" she asked him breathlessly, once they finally parted for air. Her hand was resting on his chest; she could feel the erratic beating of his heart.
He shook his head, his curls bouncing. "Not for food, no, but for you, yes!"
She laughed and he slipped his other hand out from under the sheet, pulling her closer to him, and kissing her deeply. She moved her hand downwards, palming his semi-hard erection through the sheet. He groaned into her mouth
"Are you going to make good of that promise you made to me last night?" he asked huskily.
She laughed once more. "How about a shower?"
He was about to pout, but didn't when he noticed the mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Sex, in the shower?"
"Mmm … possibly!"
She tore herself away from his hold and got up from the floor, hurrying away from him, cackling. He pushed the sheet off and quickly followed her. He could already hear the water running. The bathroom was starting to steam when he walked in, closing the door behind him. She had stripped down, he was happy to see her naked again. Before she could move away he grabbed her and pulled her tightly up against him. She let out a slight squeak before he kissed her, their tongues dancing together.
"No regrets then, about last night?" She inwardly cursed herself for having to ask him this.
He peered down at her. "Would I still be here, would I be standing here naked with you, if I did have any regrets?"
She shook her head. "No … I just …"
He sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead, knowing that it would take quite some time for him to fully convince her how much he wanted all of this. He tucked his hand under her chin and pressed his mouth to hers gently.
"Come on, let's get under the water," she said to him.
She slid the glass shower door open and stepped inside, he following closely behind. She moved under the stream of water and let out a happy sigh. He slid the shower door closed and stood there, watching her. The water was cascading down her body, wetting her hair, slicking it back, tumbling down over her breasts, her stomach, the apex between her thighs, her legs. He followed her under the water, letting out a happy sigh of his own as the warmth of it seeped into his bones. He was blocking the water from her now, just a slight spray of it hitting her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. He smiled down at her. Reaching up she brushed back the hair from his face before standing on her tip toes and pressing her lips to his. He curled his arms around her waist, pulling her back up against him in order to deepen the kiss. He could feel her hand on his chest, slipping down his stomach until it reached his now prominent erection. He groaned into her mouth when she wrapped her hand around his cock. It amazed him how she knew exactly what to do to make it feel good. He pulled away from the kiss, resting his head on her shoulder as she continued to work her hand on him. After giving a slight nip with his teeth to her skin he picked his head back up and nudged her hand away from him. She looked at him questioningly.
"Turn around." His voice was slightly hoarse.
She did as he asked. He gave her a gentle push forward until she was standing directly before the shower door. He pressed his body up against hers, his erection slipping between the cheeks of her bum. She let out a whimper. Her breasts were now pushed up against the cool glass. He nudged her legs apart with his knee before cupping one of her arse cheeks in his hand. He slipped his hand underneath her and began to lightly stroke her wet folds with his fingers. A soft moan escaped her lips as he spread her further apart allowing him to slide his cock into her delicious, wet heat.
She groaned, splaying her hands out on the glass for leverage. He was fully seated in her now, holding himself deep inside of her. Both of his hands were on her hips, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder.
"How does that feel, having me take you from behind like this?" he asked.
"Oh God!" she panted. "Oh God it feels so good!"
He rolled his hips, causing both of them to moan.
"Fuck me Sherlock. Please! Fuck me!"
Pulling his hips away from hers, he slipped himself out until just the tip of him was resting inside of her, causing her to whimper. He gave a hard thrust, her back arching into him as she threw her head back, it landing on his shoulder.
"Oh yes!" she cried.
The sound of the water drowned out the majority of their moans and her wild cries, as he thrust into her again and again. The sensations that their joined bodies were making was almost too much for the pair of them.
"Are you close Molly?" he grunted, releasing one of his hands from her hips to slip it down to her front. His fingers came in contact with her juices. He rolled his fingertips across her clit, over and over.
"Fuck! Yes! I am so fucking close, oh my God!" she moaned.
Within moments her orgasm was crashing over her, almost more intense than the one he had given her the night before. After a few more thrusts he was following her. With shaky legs they slipped down to the shower floor. They moved back slightly, so that they were under the stream of water.
He cradled her in his arms. She turned herself around, wrapping her legs around his waist, her cheek resting on his chest. Both of them were breathing heavily. After a few minutes he reached up and turned the water so that it became slightly warmer.
"Think you can stand?" he asked her.
She nodded, and they both moved to their feet. He steadied her before taking her face in his hands and kissing her.
"Definitely worth waking up for!" he stated.
She giggled before reaching behind him and grabbing her shampoo. "You're going to smell like me now."
She squirted some of the liquid into her hands, working it into a lather before soaping up his curls. He kissed the tip of her nose while she massaged his scalp. He took the shampoo bottle and repeated her actions; washing her hair.
After they both soaped up each other's bodies (he seemed to enjoy rubbing his slippery hands over her breasts and arse) they rinsed off. He turned off the water and they stepped out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. She let out a loud giggle as he worked the towel through his hair, it sticking out in every direction. Once they were both dried he tugged her back towards the bedroom.
"I think I need a nap," he announced.
He pulled her down with him onto the mattress. Their bodies were still warm from the heat of the shower. She let out a contented sigh. He pulled up the duvet, wrapping it around them. Within seconds they had both fallen asleep.
It was dark out when they both woke. Molly groaned into her arm as she rolled onto her stomach. Sherlock kissed her temple, hooking a leg up over hers.
"I'm starved," he murmured into her hair.
"Me too."
"Takeaway?"
"Sounds wonderful," she said. "There's a menu in the kitchen, near the phone."
"Mmm … that requires getting out of bed, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes it does."
"Ughhh."
She laughed. "I'm not moving. You can do it. I know you can."
With a great humph he sat up and slipped out from under the duvet. She popped her eyes open and watched him walk from the room, her gaze fixed on his arse. She was rather shocked that he was actually going to do it. He returned a few minutes later.
"Ordered and on its way," he said to her as he slid back underneath the covers, pressing his body to hers.
"Mmmm."
They lay there silently. No other sound but that of the noise from the street outside.
"We should get dressed." Molly moved to sit up. "Your pyjamas are where they usually are, if you don't want to put your trousers and shirt back on."
He didn't say anything, just simply continued to lay there and watch her move about as she searched for clean clothes. Once she was dressed he realized that he had no choice but to join her in the clothed world.
By the time the takeaway arrived they were both sat on the sofa, with silverware and two glasses of red wine and a glass of water each on the coffee table before them. Molly had returned her sheet, which Sherlock had left on the floor, to her bed.
"I may be partial to Chinese, but I do love Indian food as well," she said as she took a bite of her Aloo Gobi.
Sherlock made a noise of agreement, but didn't say anything.
"Are you alright?" she asked. "You've been awfully quiet, and I know it's not because you've been in your Mind Palace."
He took a sip of water. "Do you mind if I don't stay tonight?"
"No. You don't have to if you don't want to. That's fine."
He nodded. "Ok. Good."
She pressed her lips to his cheek. "I know. It's a lot to take in. We can slow down."
He slipped his arm around her. "It's not that. I just really need to sleep, and you are hugely distracting."
She laughed. "I see. That's fine. I understand. Just let me know when you want to see me again. I'm not going to nag you twenty-four/seven. I'll wait for you."
He turned his head so he was looking at her. "Like you always have?"
"Like I always have, and always will."
He smiled and kissed her. "I'll want to see you soon, don't worry."
She laid her head down on his chest. "I know."
"I have a lot to change and add to your room in my Mind Palace."
She picked up her head. "I have a whole room?"
"Most definitely. An entire room that will now have a bed."
A blush covered her cheeks. "Will I be naked upon it?"
"Possibly."
A little while later he left, kissing her deeply before he did. She cleaned up the takeaway and went to wash her sheets. Then she decided to send off a text to Meena. She needed a girl's night out.
Meena's only response was, "So, is he as good of a shag as you thought he'd be?"
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*cackles* I think it's safe to say that I love Meena! ;)
And nooooo ... the release of the outtakes video did not inspire a particular part in this chapter. NOT at all! ;)
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