A/N: OK, here it is, the Good Stuff! Enjoy!


It happened so quickly Molly barely had time to process the change in her body before Sherlock was dashing out of the room. Shit, her Heat had started, where was he going? She hesitated between following him and staying where she was, feeling the flush spreading across her body from her groin, radiating in both directions until even the top of her head and the soles of her feet were burning.

God, it had never come on like this before, not even the first one after she'd been taken off her suppressants. Her clothes were suddenly suffocating her, her feet sweating inside her flat-soled slides and thin socks. She shucked them off almost automatically, squirming as she glanced once more at the bedroom door, fingers fidgeting with the buttons to her blouse. God, the fabric wasn't that harsh and scratchy when she'd put the blouse on this morning was it?

Even the bandage covering the wound on her neck was irritating her skin; before she realized she'd even touched it, she found it in her hands, balled up, and sought out a bin. There was a small one next to the dresser, she dropped the used bandage into and caught sight of her reflected self in the mirror.

She was bright red, with sweat beading on her forehead, her eyes wide, pupils blown, teeth worrying her bottom lip, entire body shaking with the onslaught of the Heat.

She couldn't wait a second longer; she turned toward the door, her only thought to seek out her Bondmate and throw herself into his arms when Sherlock reappeared. He hurried through the bedroom door, arms loaded with packets of crisps and bottles of water, which he hastily dumped on his dresser top, heedless of the other items already haphazardly piled there. She breathed in the scent of him, a low whine of need escaping her throat as she tilted her head to the side and began undoing the buttons to her blouse, fingers scrambling madly to loosen the high collar.

They nearly collided as he turned to face her, lowering his head automatically in order to bury his nose in her throat while his hands reached out to pull her taut against his body. Even the sting of his flesh against her still-raw bite mark was a welcome relief to the rising inferno within, the sensation of flames licking her flesh relieved simply by his touch. The hardness of his cock against her groin and belly was a sweet torture, but her hands were trapped up near her throat; he was too strong for her to pull free of his hold and besides, why would she want to? They were Bondmates, she could feel his growing need tangling with her own, and knew that it wouldn't be long before their bodies would be just as tangled as their emotions.

He batted her fingers aside, not bothering with anything so time consuming as unbuttoning her blouse, electing instead to simply rip them off. She shucked the blouse as he raised his head and brought his mouth crashing down on hers for a kiss that nearly caused her to come then and there, even with far too many layers of clothes still providing a barrier between them.

Her hands were free now, free to tug at his belt and undo the buttons and zip to his trousers, free to explore the burning length of his thickening shaft, pull it free of his pants and stroke it with her fingers. She'd never done anything like this before, had never gotten farther with any boyfriend than deep kisses, but instinct guided her where experience and intellect fell short.

Sherlock growled as her explorations grew steadily more urgent, finally releasing her long enough for the remainder of their clothing to be discarded and for him to tug her to his bed, pushing her down on top of the duvet before covering her with his lean form.

The last coherent thought she had was simple and to the point as his mouth lowered to suck eagerly at each of her breasts in turn.

Finally.

oOo

The smell of her was overwhelming. As soon as Sherlock reentered his bedroom and deposited the chips and bottled water on his dresser, he knew his ability to reason was going to be severely short-circuited for a while. Fortunately the situation hardly called for the use of higher intellect; no, for once in his life he was going to be forced to give himself over completely to his Alpha instincts, to surrender in a way he never had in the past.

He could feel Molly's emotions; discomfort and a hint of nervousness but overwhelming it all her need for him, the lust coming off her in virtual waves that crashed into his own arousal. His dick was throbbing, harder than he'd ever thought it could become. Every other Omega he'd ever fucked faded into insignificance when compared to the petite woman in his arms (when had he taken her in his arms, when had he lowered his nose to her throat and began nuzzling the raw wound his teeth had torn into her throat, when had he begun kissing her…). Her scent was intoxicating, the honey and lilac and even the underlying hint of vinegar serving to fuel his desire.

Once their clothes were gone and she was lying beneath him, he regained enough control of himself not to simply shove himself between her legs and thrust into her. Yes, in her heightened state of arousal she would be almost completely unaware of any pain, but after he'd Knotted her and she'd been granted temporary relief from the frenzy of the Heat, the pain would no doubt return tenfold, and the last thing he wanted to do was have her endure the next several days in a state of severe pain whenever reason returned to her.

Although he'd never slept with a virgin before – even at the height of his drug use he hadn't been so depraved – he knew the basics of anatomy, knew that the first time needed to be far more gentle than what an Omega could typically endure during a Heat.

With that in mind, holding on to the last ounce of his self-control, he nudged her legs open and slipped down so that his hands were resting on her thighs and his mouth hovered above her groin.

The scent of her Heat was even stronger here, the slick wetness impossible to resist. He buried his head between her legs, listening with part of his mind to her keening wails of relief as her hands scrabbled at the bedclothes and her hips bucked as soon as his tongue and lips unerringly found her clit.

She was soaking wet, the coverlet beneath her damp and no doubt about to be ruined, although he couldn't bring himself to care, too delirious at the taste of her on his lips, the scent of her filling his nostrils and stirring every instinct he'd ever tried to suppress, bringing his libido raging into overdrive. He pulled his head away after it was clear that his tongue alone wasn't going to be enough to fully prepare her for his eventual penetration; fingers were called for, at least two, possibly three. Not that he was any barnyard creature when it came to size, but she was so damned tiny he couldn't help worrying about tearing her, wondering if she'd be able to take his Knot after all…

The feeling of her hands tugging at his hair snapped him out of his thoughts; he lifted his head, two fingers still pressed deep inside her (when had thought become action, he'd never lost track of himself like this before, although he found it intriguing rather than annoying) and met her gaze.

"Please," she groaned, even as her hips continued to thrust against his fingers as they pressed against her internal barrier. "God, Sherlock, please…I need you inside me, properly, you're killing me, please…"

Her words devolved into incoherent pleas as he raised himself above her, positioning himself with one hand before easing into her as gently as he could manage, self-control almost a thing of the past but not quite burned out of him by their comingled need and the scent of her Heat nearly driving him out of his fucking mind.

Within a few strokes control finally shattered, torn away by the feeling of her fingernails digging into this shoulders as he pressed his torso tightly against hers; her legs were wrapped just as tightly around his waist, her own movements urging him to drive deeper, faster, harder, although she couldn't quite manage to actually speak the words he felt murmuring though his mind. The barrier gave way as she cried out her first orgasm, her entire body spasming and shaking around his. He felt his Knot growing, filling her, driving him to shallower thrusts but with little change in speed until suddenly he came completely apart, his cum surging into her in a hot gush, bringing her to a second climax as he his mouth sought out the gash in her neck and he once again sank his teeth deep into her flesh, sucking at the blood, deepening the Bond they already shared as they shuddered their way to completion.