I SAW HAMLET LAST NIGHT AND IT WAS INCREDIBLE! I COULD GUSH ON AND ON ABOUT IT ... but I won't

Heh ... well now ... if you aren't satisfied with the amount of smut in the fic yet,

then ahhh ... read on, I think you're going to enjoy this chapter :D

Part Six - The Art of Consummation

Molly left the hospital with an exuberant grin upon her face. The news she had received left her feeling light and free. She sent off a quick text to Sherlock, asking him how his case was going. She wanted to tell him her news, but didn't want to do it over the phone. It was something that needed to be said face to face, preferably when they were alone.

Sherlock replied quickly, telling her that he was nearly finished and that he would be back at Baker Street within the hour. Her smile widened further (she was bound to have an aching jaw eventually!) as she texted him back.

Good. There's something I need to tell you. I'll be waiting. - Mx

Fifteen seconds passed before he sent back a reply.

You had a doctor's appointment today. Didn't you? - SH

Yes. - Mx

I'll be there within half an hour. - SH

She giggled to herself as she slid inside of the sleek black car. She settled back against the seat cushion, still smiling. Upon arriving at Baker Street she quickly showered, before slipping on the black negligee she had bought two weeks ago. She couldn't keep down the laugh that bubbled up from her chest as she admired herself in the mirror. Yes, she did have a rather morbid sense of humour, but she had had Sherlock more so in mind than herself when she had bought the negligee. This was due to the fact that it was covered in skulls. She let out another laugh as she smoothed her hands over the fabric, it was rather nice looking. It accentuated her body in all the right ways.

After giving her hair a run through with her brush, she stretched herself down upon the bed and waited for his arrival. This occurred no more than three minutes later. She could hear him practically bounding up the stairs, knowing that he had taken two at a time, which wasn't exactly much of a feat for the long-legged man! The sound of the flurry of him removing his coat and scarf met her ears, then the tread of his feet coming down the hall. The bedroom door slowly opened and he stepped inside. She watched as his mouth dropped open at the sight of her. She smiled up at him, a slow, languid smile. He swallowed and shut the door behind him before taking a step forward.

"Hello Sherlock."

He bound towards the bed, pressing her down into the mattress as he covered her body with his own, and kissed her. Molly giggled against his lips as she slipped her arms around him, hooking her leg over the back of his.

"Sherlock ..." she gasped out, "there's something I need to tell you."

He drew back slightly, stopping the trail of kisses he had begun to place down the length of her neck.

"I did see Doctor Wheaton today. He said that we could - that it's safe for us to - I'm fully healed Sherlock, you don't have to worry about hurting me anymore."

He stared down at her for few moments then kissed her deeply, settling his body against hers so that his straining erection pressed directly against her core. She moaned into his mouth, raising her hips. He was breathing heavily now, and holding her so close that she could feel his heart racing. She helped him out of his suit jacket then unbuttoned his shirt as he took care of the cufflinks. He kissed her again as soon as his shirt was off. She hooked her legs over the back of his thighs, raising her hips to press her groin to his. Sherlock slipped his hands beneath her negligee, pleased to find a lack of knickers.

"Mmmm ... wise choice Molly!" he murmured, as he brushed his fingertips across her already soaked folds.

She whimpered, clutching tightly onto his arms.

"I rather like the negligee as well..." he said to her, giving her throat a languid lick. "Skulls ... how appropriate!" He continued to stroke her, but was careful to avoid slipping his fingers between her labia.

A faint whine escaped her throat, followed by a giggle. "I knew you'd like it!" Her sentence ended with a moan, followed by another whine. "Please Sherlock!"

He chuckled, giving her throat another lick. "Not yet." He pulled his hand away from her, and she let out a noise of frustration. He sat up, moving to the edge of the bed and began to untie his shoes.

After Molly took in a few deep breaths she sat up as well, draping herself over his back, pressing kisses to his skin as he slipped off his shoes and removed his socks. He turned about, pulling her onto his lap, and they kissed. She cradled his head in her hands as his came to rest upon her hips.

"No pain?" he asked her, when they parted for breath.

She shook her head, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. "None at all," she replied, sliding her hands down over his chest, gently tweaking his nipples before continuing down across his stomach until she reached his trousers. She quickly undid the button and zip, slipping her hand inside to give his cock a stroke, as his eyes fluttered closed.

When he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away she let out another giggle. He gently nudged her off of his lap. She stood, and he stood as well so that he could take off his trousers. Once this was done she moved closer to him, and he grabbed at the hem of her negligee, his thumbs brushing across the tops of her thighs. But when he began to tug the fabric upwards she gave a cry of dismay.

"Sherlock! No wait! It doesn't come off like that, you're going to-"

The sound of ripping fabric filled the room. Sherlock froze, an expression of fear crossing his features. He was certain he had just done something a Bit Not Good. "Mrs. Hudson can fix it!" he exclaimed.

Molly's face burned bright red. "Absolutely not! I'll fix it myself." She pulled the ruined negligee off and tossed it to the floor. "Later."

Sherlock swallowed as he took a step back, his legs bumping against the mattress. She was a glorious sight to behold, he could feel his cock pulsing. He took her into his arms and turned them about, so that she was now the one with her back to the bed. He nudged her down onto the mattress, stretching himself out above her. She bit down on her bottom lip, and the sight of this sent an ache through his groin. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep, deep inside of her, but he also wanted to lavish her entire body with the attention she deserved.

"Sherlock."

The sound of her voice broke through his rampant thoughts. It was husky, slightly deeper than usual. He felt another twinge in his nether regions. He met her gaze, waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Will you let me - you've done so much in taking care of me these passed couple of months, please let me try and repay you, at least in some way?"

He swallowed. "What do you have in mind?"

Oh her smile was wicked! He was certain he had just felt his cock give a prominent twitch.

"I want to put my mouth on you ... everywhere."

He swallowed once more. For a moment he had to recite several of the elements on the periodic table, being worried that he may just come right then and there at the thought of her mouth, her sweet mouth, on him. He nodded, unable to find his words.

Molly's smile widened, her eyes sparkling. "Lie down," she instructed.

He did so, taking in a deep breath. She was now sat beside him, and she chuckled softly.

"Just relax Sherlock, I'm positive that you will enjoy this."

He looked at her for a moment, then smiled. He felt strangely exposed, even though they had both been naked in each other's company several times already. A blush bloomed across her cheeks, he knew that she was thinking the same. She quickly straddled his waist, bending forward so that the rosy tips of her breasts very nearly touched his chest. Their lips met and he brought up his hands to hold her.

"Ah! Ah!" she said to him as she pulled away, grabbing at his hands and pushing them down. "No touching! Not for right now at least."

He pouted but dropped his hands to the mattress. She smiled once more before tipping her head to one said and placing her lips upon his jaw, just below his ear. Her lips traveled forward, placing kisses, moving across his chin before going down the other side. Her body slipped downwards ever so lightly, she was careful not to allow too much of her to touch him. She suckled at his neck, giving the freckle on his skin a slight nibble.

Molly continued to kiss her way down, pausing to give a few licks and bites. When she came to the great expanse of his chest she smoothed her hands across him, massaging his skin ever so slightly. He tucked his chin and looked at her. She smiled.

"I know you think that beauty is just a social construct, but to me Sherlock, you are beautiful."

She dropped her head down and took his left nipple in her mouth, toying at it with her lips, teeth and tongue before moving over to his right one. He was breathing a bit heavier now, his chest rising and falling like waves in the ocean.

She was straddling his knees, and continued her mouth's journey, the palm of her hands flat against his hips. Her hair fell over her shoulder and brushed across his erect penis, sending a nearly painful jolt through his body.

"Sorry ..." she murmured against his skin, just below his navel. She had pushed back her hair, giving him a moment to regain his control. After he had taken a few deep breaths she placed a tender kiss upon one of his scars, there were so many. Her heart almost always nearly broke at the sight of them.

Her hand was at the base of his penis now, not moving, but giving a slight bit of pressure. She nibbled at his hipbone then began to kiss her way inwards, moving towards her final destination. She glanced up at him, his eyes were closed tightly shut, his head tilted back into the pillow. His breath was coming in short, little gasps.

Situating herself a bit more comfortably, she hovered her lips directly against the base of his penis, before slipping out her tongue and giving him a quick lick. His entire body flinched. She chuckled and repeated her actions, this time being rewarding with a moan and a garbled gasp of her name. His eyes were open now and he was looking down at her.

With another smile that could only be described as wicked, she took the head of his cock and gave it a good, long suck. Sherlock swore loudly, and did so again as she took more of his length between her lips. Her hand was now wrapped around the base of him, giving his cock a few tender squeezes, and a slight pump as she worked her mouth on the tip of him.

"Molly!" His hands were tightly fisting the sheets. "Molly!" His tone was a warning one.

She released him from her lips with an obscenely loud pop. "It's all right Sherlock, I want you too. Just let go."

He groaned as she took him back in her mouth, giving him a hard suck. He was done for, hissing out her name, only to moan it a few more times as she sucked and licked him clean.

As his erection began to ebb away, she allowed him to slip out of her mouth. She gave his penis a few tender kisses before moving up the length of his body and collapsing beside him. Several minutes passed where neither one of them moved. Then suddenly Sherlock rolled onto his side and cupped the back of her head in his hand so that he could pull her to him and kiss her deeply. She sighed happily into the kiss, issuing a tiny moan as she felt him shift so that he was now above her.

"Your turn, Molly," he said to her, a wicked smile now upon his own lips.

"You don't have to-" she started to say.

His smile widened. "Oh but I want to!"

He gave her a gentle kiss before tipping his head to the side so that he could mouth at her jaw line. He nibbled at her ear lobe then began a path down her neck, covering her with open-mouth kisses. He kissed his way across both of her clavicles, suckling a mark on her sternum before coming to her breasts. He blew a breath across her distended pink nipple, a whine issuing from her lips. With a smile he took the nipple into his mouth and gave it a hard suck, she swore loudly as he swirled his tongue across her flesh. He covered her other breast with his hand, gently massaging her as he tweaked and rolled her nipple between his fingers.

"You have the most luscious skin, Molly. You taste like honey and lemons," he whispered to her as he switched breasts.

By the time he was finished, each of her breasts had a love bite and were glowing pink from his attentions. He mouthed across her ribcage, circling her navel before he came to her scar. It was still red and a bit puckered, but was healing well, she would only be left with a faint mark. He tenderly kissed around it, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He wanted to taste her again, to feel her clit beneath his tongue, but the ache in his cock was impossible to ignore, he needed to be inside of her, now.

He sat up, and she looked at him questioningly.

"I need to be inside of you, Molly!" he explained in a hoarse tone.

"Oh yes, please! Make love to me Sherlock!" she cried.

He positioned himself onto his knees, then slipped his hands beneath her thighs and raised them so that they came to rest on top of his. She was spread open beneath him, glistening pink, beckoning, just waiting to be filled. The head of his cock nudged against her clit, causing her to gasp.

"Please!" she moaned. "Oh please, oh please!"

He let go of one of her legs and grasped his cock in his hand, sliding it downwards until he reached her entrance. He slid in the head, groaning as he met a slight restriction. Oh she was tight!

"Fuck!" she whimpered as he slipped out the head, only to press it back in.

He repeated his actions, entering her a bit deeper each time, until he was able to at last slide into the hilt. He watched, in awe of the sight of his cock disappearing into her sweet, warm tightness.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" she cried, as she clutched tightly onto the bedsheets.

He pulled himself out slowly, his cock glistening from her juices. He knew he wasn't hurting her, he knew that she wasn't in any pain. He slid back in, allowing himself a groan as her walls hugged his cock. "Molly, Molly, Molly ..." he moaned, "You feel incredible."

"Oh Sherlock!" She grabbed a hold of his wrists. "Your cock feels so good inside of me. Please Sherlock, please make love to me!"

He did just that, unable to hold himself still any longer. He fucked her slowly, wanting to take his time; they had waited so long for this moment. There was no need to rush. With each thrust he filled her with his length, holding himself still before sliding out. Her breasts shook slightly each time that he entered her, and he watched them, fascinated by the sight. When he saw her hand drift across her stomach, not stopping until her fingers reached her clit, his mouth dropped open. She began to stroke herself, swirling her fingertips across the swollen nub.

"Molly!" he groaned out, quickening his pace ever so slightly.

He leaned back onto his heels, cupping her bum in his hands. The angle he was entering her now was entirely new, he could feel his cock brushing against her upper walls as he filled her.

"Sherlock! Fuck! Oh! Just like that! So good! So good!" she cried out as she continued to stroke at her clit.

"I'm close Molly," he groaned out. "I can't hold out much longer!"

"Oh, please don't! Come inside me Sherlock! I want you to come inside me!"

She moved her hand away from her clit, reaching out to him. She wanted him close to her when she came. He let go of her legs, not missing a single thrust as he leaned forward and their lips met. Her breasts brushed across his chest as the kiss grew in passion, all the while he kept his thrusts slow and languid. But when she lifted her legs so that her ankles came to rest on the cheeks of his arse he began to thrust harder, groaning at the new sensation, certain that he was entering her now even deeper.

The moment he felt her walls grow even tighter around him she cried out his name, her nails digging into his shoulder as she held onto him. He didn't stop his thrusts, even though she had become so tight it was near impossible to do so. As her orgasm began to ebb away he continued to fuck her, panting out her name with every thrust. Suddenly he felt as if his entire body had exploded in a surge of energy. Each of his nerve endings were like a spark that had come to flame. With a final thrust he pulsed inside of her, pressing his lips to hers, her name a gasp into her mouth. She cradled the back of his head, kissing him deeply before they parted, both of them breathing heavily.

He leaned his forehead against hers, and she smiled at him.

"That was worth the wait," she said softly.

He hummed in agreement, unable to form words as of yet. Instead he opted for another kiss as he gently slipped his softening cock from her body and moved off of her. Once he had laid down beside her, he felt some of his faculties returning.

"Are you all right?" he asked her.

Her smile widened. "Yes, I am more than all right, I feel wonderful."

They kissed again.

Some time later, after they had cleaned themselves up, they returned to the bed, both of them throughly exhausted. Molly had pulled the sheet and coverlet over them both, and they curled up together. Sherlock was running his hand over her body, drawing languid circles across her skin. His ministrations were lulling her to sleep. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Molly?" he questioned softly.

"Mmmmm?" she replied lazily.

"Would you like to go on holiday with me?"

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Yippee! They did it! HAHAHAHAHA ... errrr ... ahem ... heh ...

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