We took our shoes off before entering the large home as not to wake Nan and grandfather. On tip toes we claimed three flights of stairs to my room. Sherlock striped to his pants and buried himself in the sheets.
I on the other had was having difficulty undoing the dozens on buttons on the back of the gown I wore, no thanks to the alcohol and cocaine that remained in my system making my hands shaky. With an embarrassed huff I turned to Sherlock with a forced smile and pleading eyes asking for help.
Still waring his sheet he released and exasperated sigh and got out of the large fluffy bed to help me. I awkwardly bite at my lip as he starts undoing the buttons at the base of my neck.
"I never told you, you look beautiful in this dress." Sherlock whispers, warm breath tickling my ear. A chill ripples through me as he finishes the last button at the very base of my spine.
His fingers stay there. This is what drew me in to him, he stares too hard, touches too long, and constantly tests his boundaries. His hands travel from the small of my back, to slight curve of my hips as he rests them there.
There was static in the air as he bends slowly, breath tickling my neck and every nerve in my body is a live wire as he presses a chaste kiss to the junction of my neck and shoulder.
If not for his hands on my hips I'm sure I would have fallen to the ground as my knees turn to jelly. My head lolls back as he places another slightly higher.
A breathy sigh escapes my lips and warm pools in my belly and he slips the gown from my shoulders and forms a puddle around my ankles.
I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or some new found confidence, but I turned, wrapped arms around his neck and cautiously pecked his lips. It was like a spark.
So I went in again, testing this time, listing my lips linger until he was kissing me back, pulling me closer. The kiss grew hungry as he licked my lips asking for entrance and hands traveled up my flank cupping my small breasts through a sheer lace bra.
A small moan escaped me and something in sherlock snapped as I tugged at his hair lightly. He groaned against my jaw and rocked his hips against my stomach. My eyes widened with shock as I felt his arousal, I couldn't believe that I, small mousy molly, had done that to him.
Even in the most intimate moments of cuddling, shelock was a void of any emotion. For the most part I believed he was asexual and just held me for my own needs. But to see- or rather feel, that he did in fact enjoy this intimacy, did wild things to me.
I tugged his hair again eliciting a deeper throaty groan and walked him backward to the bed. He toppled back on to the bed pulling me down with him in a fit of giggles. Still attached at the lips we crawled back toward the pillows.
I pulled back and straddled his hips. I was burning, for what I wasn't completely sure but as I met my body take over I became even more bothered yet satisfied at the same time. There was dampness in my knickers that was increasing with every kiss, fondle, and moan.
I gyrated my core against Sherlocks erection and gave a whimper at the electric charge it sent through me. With a quick snap of my bra clasp sherlock had my bra half way across the room as he latched on to a pert nipple and rolled the other between his thumb and four finger.
My head rolled back and I panted for more air as the room seemed to get increasingly hotter. When he bit lightly I hissed at the sweet mixture of pain and pleasure. He rolled us over and made quick work of both of our pants.
"Wait!"I whisper quickly. "Hold on a sec," I give him a lazy kiss as I roll out of bed and jog to my conjoined bathroom, opened the medicine cabinet and grabbed a condom from the boxes Nan always buys thinking sherlock and I have been having sex the whole time.
As I walk back into the bedroom, I see a rather erotic image of sherlock laying on his back up against the pillows. Hand lazily stroking his hard member, as he licks his lips eyeing me from across the room with heavy lidded dark eyes.
After my initial shock, a light smirk found a home on my lips as I tried to look as seductive as a seventeen year old virgin could walking the distance from the bathroom door way to the bed. When I reached him took over stroking him as I rolled the condom down him.
As I was stroking his condom clad member, he kisses my throat he runs a finger over my slick folds teasing my entrance. I moan and be come impossibly more moist at his touch. He rolls on to my back, and finds his place between my legs.
"Are you sure?" He whispers gruffly and I nod hastily. He lines him self up with me and takes one long smooth stroke in. I had herd horror stories of girls forest times being terribly painful, but this was just uncomfortable, more that anything.
Sherlocks brow furrowed as he tried to keep his composure, allowing me time to adjust. After a minute of heavy breathing and slow kissing, I moved my hips toward him signaling I was ready to continue.
Slowly while finding the perfect rhythm for both of us pain made way to pleasure and my back be gain to arch with every thrust as a coil formed in my lower belly. Sherlock grunts and moans became more frequent, as his head ground a spot in the junction of my neck, were he kissed and sucked.
He reached down between us were our bodies joined and rubbed my little nub sending my me over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed all around me as tremors racked my body and my mouth opened in a silent scream.
Sherlock soon fallowed me with a grunt a shudder of his own. We lay on my bed tangled in sheets completely spent. "That was good." I whisper breathlessly.
He chuckles, "yes. By far the best I've had." I sit up on my my elbows, "just how many would that be?" I question some what surprised, sherlock did not seem the type to sleep around. "A few times with Mycroft's ex girlfriend. I was sixteen she was twenty three. Nothing emotional. Just sex. That's why Mycroft hates me so much."
He shrugs, but upon seeing my hurt expression he pulls me close and rubs circles in my back. "She meant and still means nothing to me. Molly, you mean something, I care about you deeply." He kisses me. I know he won't say it so I say it for both of us, "I love you too Sherlock." He says nothing but rubs my back till we both fall into a deep sleep.
