Will Sherlock hold true to his word? Is he going to feel the same in the morning? Read and find out ;)
Part Seven: The Morning After
To be woken up by feather-light kisses being placed upon her back was surely not a terrible thing. Molly sighed quietly, letting out a giggle when Sherlock nuzzled her with his nose. She rolled over, absolutely adoring the sight of his curls that were in complete disarray.
"Hello…" She murmured to him.
"Hello."
When he leaned down to kiss her she stopped him with her hand, "I don't think you want to subject yourself to my morning breath." She dropped her hand away.
"Morning breath?" He repeated.
"Yeah … no one's breath smells fantastic when they wake up."
He rolled his eyes, "I don't care." He stated, and to prove his point he leaned down and kissed her soundly.
She hummed against his lips then moaned when she felt his hardened length pressed up against her stomach. She let out a slight squeal when he slipped his hand down between them, dipping his fingers between her folds to stroke her until she grew wet and ready for him.
"Fuck! Sherlock, you're a fast-oh!-you're a fast learner!"
He chuckled against her neck, nibbling on her skin.
She placed her hands onto his chest, giving him a slight push, "Sit up."
"Hmm? What?"
"Sit up!" She repeated.
He did as she asked and she straddled his hips, brushing her now-wet slit against his cock.
"Like this?" He questioned.
"Mmmhmmm!" She wrapped her hand around his length, positioning the head directly at her opening before allowing herself to sink down upon him.
Sherlock's mouth dropped open, amazed by the new sensation this bodily arrangement was bringing him. He held on to her tightly as she began to move, letting out a string of curses once she truly began to ride him.
"Suck on my breasts Sherlock!"
He did so, swirling his tongue about each nipple until they became hardened buds. She was moaning wildly, clutching tightly onto his shoulders, as she slid her self off of him before sinking back down.
"Oh God Sherlock, you feel so good!" She whimpered.
He began to rock his hips, in time with her movements. He circled his thumb over clit and she cried out, dropping down onto him, her entire body shaking. He held her close, waiting for the waves of her orgasm to ebb.
"Go ahead Sherlock." She whispered to him, a few moments later.
He cupped her bum in his hands, lifting her off of him. The joint effort of him moving her body and the rocking of his hips sent him over the edge quickly. They clung to each other, their hearts beating a rapid tattoo as they slowly came down from the high that their orgasms had brought them.
She had her arms wrapped around his shoulders, her head tucked under his chin. His hands were still cupped around her bum. Minutes passed where neither of them spoke a word.
"Please Molly." He murmured into her hair.
"Hmmm?" She lifted up her head and looked at him, his face was gorgeously flushed.
He stared down at her, his gaze intense, "Please say you'll move in with me. I want you there, at Baker Street. I need you with me."
She bit down on her bottom lip.
He hastily added, "I know that I'm not easy to live with, that I'm more of a pain in the arse than anything, but surely I have proved to you over these passed three months that I'm willing to try?"
She moved her hands until they were cradling his face, "Yes."
"You will?"
She nodded her head, "I will move in with you."
With a triumphant cry he pushed her down onto the bed, kissing her deeply. Molly laughed against his lips, kissing him back just as passionately. When her laughter didn't stop, and only seemed to increase he pulled away from her.
"What exactly are you finding so amusing?" He asked, in a rather annoyed tone.
She let out another giggle before saying, "You do realize this has been Mrs. Hudson's intention all along?"
Sherlock froze, his eyes widening.
Molly smiled up at him, "She's repeatedly kicked you out, knowing that you would come and stay at my flat. She's quite a schemer for an old woman. Bit of a romantic too. Rather funny that she hadn't a clue that you were already in the process of pursuing a relationship with me."
Sherlock's eyes narrowed, "I always miss something!"
Molly let out another giggle, "Yes you do, don't you?"
He let out a growl, covering her mouth with his own to silence her, "I think we'll have to make Mrs. Hudson regret her little plan." He stated firmly when he pulled away.
"What do you mean?"
Sherlock cheekily smiled, "Well, you're quite noisy during sex!"
Molly gave his arm a slight pinch, "You're not so quiet yourself!"
He kissed her again.
"I'll buy her some ear plugs, or perhaps she could increase the amount of herbal soothers she takes?" Molly suggested.
"Mmm, nope. I prefer making her suffer."
"You're cruel. Poor Mrs. Hudson! But I suppose it's a bit better than shooting bullets into the walls!"
He hummed in agreement, kissing Molly once more, his thumb brushing up against the underside of her breast, "I think I prefer taking you up against the wall, than shooting at it!"
She chuckled against his lips, "Oh my … I fear I've turned you into a sexual beast!"
"Problem?" He had grabbed both of her legs, lifting them so that they were hooked around his hips.
She shook her head, "Not at all!"
"Good. You're a far better conversationalist than Billy the Skull, and -mmmm! - you have the greater advantage."
"Do I?" She moved her fingers through his curls, "What's that?"
"Your body." He slid his hand down the length of her, stopping when he reached her hip.
When Molly unexpectedly wrapped her hand around his cock, Sherlock let out a curse.
"Your body isn't too bad either." She noted, raising her eyebrow cheekily as she began to stroke him to full-hardness.
Sherlock growled again, grabbing onto both of her hands, moving her arms until they were above her head. He laced their fingers together, pressing their joined hands into the mattress. Molly let out a curse of her own when he managed to slide his length into her.
She whimpered slightly, as he nestled himself against her. When she rolled her hips he let out a loud, guttural moan.
Molly couldn't help herself, chuckling softly before declaring, "Mmmm … poor Mrs. Hudson indeed!"
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TA DA!
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