Okay, it's getting really smutty now... I own nothing.


Molly approached 221B with excitement and nerves in the pit of her stomach. She knew exactly what she had implied with her reply to Sherlock. That's why she did it. She didn't want to give herself a chance to back out again. She had all the information she needed; Sherlock loved her and wanted her. Nothing holding her back now except herself and frankly she was done waiting... she wanted him too. So she had taken extra time grooming... well things. She had packed an overnight bag and had set up care for Toby.

She rang the doorbell and Sherlock was down the stairs within a minute.

"Where's Mrs. Hudson? You always make her answer the door," she asked a bit shocked at seeing the out of breath detective.

He took her by the wrist and pulled her into the building then pinned her up against the wall next to the door. "She's out, who knows where she goes when she leaves? I'm not her keeper," he said with a grin as he stroked her hair (which was not up in her customary ponytail.)

"You sent her away didn't you?"

"I might have. We have Baker Street to ourselves Molly Hooper." He looked down at her left hand. "And you seem to have an overnight bag. I'm not the only presumptuous one here." He closed in on her and kissed her jaw curling his fingers into her hair. "You wore your hair down for me didn't you?" He kissed her neck until he reached the place that had made her moan and pant the day before in the lab.

"Maybe I... took it down because...ahh, my head hurt." She tried to argue but it was a losing battle.

His low chuckle vibrated through her entire body. "Lying to Sherlock Holmes. You are a brave girl Molly May." He finally wrapped his lips around hers nearly making her knees buckle. Their kiss was frantic and so full of much passion, Molly was afraid their first time might just be in the entry way of 221B Baker Street. Just then Sherlock pulled back. "Shall we?" he asked taking her bag in one hand and grabbing Molly's wrist in the other.

"Sure." Was all Molly could say as she followed him up the stairs.

When they made into the flat Sherlock disappeared down the hall with her bag and Molly kicked her shoes off and hung up her jacket. Then took a deep and much needed breath.

Sherlock returned just as Molly was getting ready to go look for him. "Wine?" he asked.

Molly looked at him, his hair tousled, eyes dilated and lips reddened from their hallway snog. She shook her head 'no.' She was still walking towards him. Something in Molly's head flipped at that very moment. A switch was thrown. She'd never been overly aggressive in bed, but she suddenly found herself attached to Sherlock, arms around his neck him holding her up by her bottom, ankles crossed behind his back. She didn't even know how she'd gotten up so high, did I jump? Fuck who cares!?

Sherlock walked down the hall carrying her never letting their lips part. When they got to his room he turned and pushed her up against the door moving his lips to her neck licking and sucking as he frantically unbuttoned her shirt. "God, Molly do you know how long I've wanted to see you naked?" He continued his work until he finally got the damn thing opened, then he pulled back just enough for her to drop it off her shoulders. He started to reach behind her for her bra claps.

"Eyes front solider." He looked down and saw the front closer on the bra. She popped the clasp and freed her breasts to him.

"See, you are a fucking genius." He stared at her breasts like he was deducing them.

Molly giggled. "I didn't invent it, I just wore it. And, by the way, I guarantee I've been waiting longer than you."

"We can argue that later," he said as carried her to the bed and dropped her almost roughly then climbed on top of her while he traced her belly gently with his fingers. He bent down and slid this teeth over her clavicle and palming one breast. "I'm going to undo you tonight Molly Hooper. I've spent the last eight weeks working out just what you'd want me to do to you," he whispered in her ear, causing her to whimper. "Do you have any idea how hard it's been to be so close to you and not simply throw you against the wall and take you?" He bit hard into the side of her throat over her carotid artery. This made her curse and dig her fingers, which had been lazily running up and down his back, into his scalp.

Sherlock sat back on his knees giving her a moment to recover and removed his shirt, suddenly needing to skin to skin contact. "Was that too intense?" Molly couldn't speak she just shook her head. "Good, and no scarves I want everyone to see what I've done to you. To know that you're mine." He returned to her as soon as the shirt was gone chuckling against her temple as he enjoyed holding her feeling where their bare chests touched.

Molly laughed with him. Of course Sherlock would be possessive enough to want to mark me, she thought as he spoke and she realized the bite wasn't a frenzy of passion but very intentional. Berk. Oh but what a lovely berk he was. He was gently trailing kisses down her body stopping to nip and suck her painfully taught nipples. How does he know exactly what I like? Molly suddenly thought back to the morgue, if he kills me with sex at least I die happy. She was so lost in the ecstasy of his amazing mouth and tongue she hadn't noticed he'd managed to get her trousers unbuttoned and unzipped until he was pulling them off.

Sherlock was nibbling and sucking on her hip bone and across her belly working Molly into a right mess, when he finally started pulling her knickers down.

"Ah, a little extra grooming for me Molly?" he asked with a stupid grin on his face.

"How did you know?" she asked sitting up on her elbows.

He rolled his eyes. "I've studied you're grooming products over the last several weeks and the shape of your razor hardly lends to this level of attention. Also I had my hand down you pants yesterday Molly, it's different today."

Molly huffed. "Fine, you gonna deduce it or do you have plans for contact any time soon," she teased.

"You'll pay for that young lady," he said as he drew her knees up and pushed them out. "I've waited too long for this delicacy and I will be taking my time with my meal."

And he did...

He kiss, licked, sucked and bit every piece of flesh except that which Molly most desired. He took his time as Molly completely fell apart around him begging for contact.

"Please Sherlock, please!"

"Yes Molly? What is it that you want?" he asked breaking contact with her skin.

"Oh fuck, please lick my pussy! Please please," she couldn't care less how desperate she sounded. He'd been teasing her far too long to have any pride left.

"But love, I just got you off yesterday in the morgue. I had to come home unsatisfied, thinking about all those amazing noises you made and about how you tasted. Don't you think it's only fair that I go first? Isn't it my turn?"

Molly's heart stopped. Was he really going to make her wait after all this teasing? She whimpered. Then she had a brilliant idea. "Take off your trousers and pants and give me your cock, but please don't stop what you're doing," she said, very proud that she was able to articulate herself.

Sherlock's mind went blank for a second. He was only teasing her. He hadn't meant it, he had no intention of holding off Molly's pleasure any longer. However what she was proposing certainly had it's merits. Sherlock sat back and removed the offending clothing as quickly as he could. Then positioned himself above Molly. As soon as he was near her she wrapped her skillful hand around his leaking cock. He realized it was going to take all of his concentration to pull this off. But he would, and it would be amazing. That's when Molly's sweet lips touched the head of his dick and he dove into her like a man dying of thirst.

Molly was so lost in finally getting her mouth around Sherlock Holmes that by the time his lips and tongue made contact with her cunt she had almost forgot why they were in this position. She hummed and cried around his cock taking more and more as he worked her hard and fast.

Her orgasm was so quick she couldn't believe it was happening, but she didn't let up on her job for a second. She swallowed down more and more of him holding on to his hips to take as much as she could while he drove two fingers into to extend her pleasure as long as possible. Suddenly his penis was gone and she was cold, though she was only somewhat aware of it since she was coming down from her own high. She heard him opening a foil wrapper and he was on her again.

"Better now love?" he whispered just before he kissed her intensely.

Molly nodded.

"Ready for me?" he asked and she could feel his cock brushing up against her overstimulated clit.

"Please Sherlock, yes. I'm ready." And she reached up to hold onto his shoulders.

He pushed in slowly at first but Molly locked her ankles around his back meeting his hips thrust for thrust and pushing him past the point of gentle lovemaking.

"Oh, fuck Molly. I've been waiting for this exact moment my whole life. You're perfect. God you're so tight." He kissed her again then leaned back pulling her arse completely off the bed and supporting her by holding her hips so hard there would surely be bruises for days. He set a punishing pace and Molly was helpless but to grip the sheets and take everything he was giving.

Her second orgasm was even more intense than the first and she called out to him and every deity she'd ever heard of and thanked him for his 'beautiful cock.'

When Molly's walls collapsed onto him Sherlock felt his tenuous control start to slip. When she called out and started praising his member he was done for. He stilled his thrusts and whispered her name as he spilled into her before gently releasing her hips and rolling off.

"Magnificent." Was all Sherlock said before grabbing Molly and bringing her into his chest.


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