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A/N: Sorry I've been away for so long! Thanks to all the people who have stayed with this story for so long, especially to those people who have favorited or commented or liked or PM'd me. I'm always overblown by the amount of love you show me.
So Series 3 came out between this chapter and the last chapter. As of right now, this story is ignoring its existence entirely. That might change in the future, but we'll see. Once again, please excuse any continuity errors or spelling or grammatical mistakes, this story is still unbeta'd so all the mistakes are mine. Constructive criticism is always appreciated, but please be kind.
Also, sorry for how short this chapter is. I wanted to post something while I could, otherwise the wait might have been longer. Hopefully I'll be posting a new chapter by next week.
Chapter 9
Sherlock held her close to his body during the ride to his flat but otherwise maintained a sense of propriety. He pulled her out of the cab when they finally reached their destination, throwing some money through the open window with one hand while the other arm remained wrapped around her waist.
He took hold of her hand while they climbed up the stairs to his flat and only let go once they were in his bedroom. Sherlock turned around and locked the door before returning to her, one hand holding her cheek as he kissed her deeply.
"So beautiful," Sherlock murmured against her lips. He reached around her and unzipped the back of her dress, letting it fall and pool around her legs.
It was then Molly realized she wasn't wearing her knickers. Before she could say anything, Sherlock's hand cupped her center and moved against it firmly, causing her breath to hitch. He pushed her towards his bed and Molly just managed to kick off her shoes before tumbling onto her back.
She watched as he stood above her, looking much larger from her position. His eyes never left hers as he quickly disrobed. Only when he was down to his pants did Molly's eyes leave his and travel downwards. When that too fell to the ground, Molly's eyes widened and she flushed from embarrassment and arousal. 'So that's where the lipstick went,' she thought as she looked at his red-streaked cock.
Smirking, Sherlock crawled across the bed and over her body, lowering himself so that he laid between her legs. He reached down and pulled Molly's legs higher and apart, nudging them to wrap around his waist. Once they did so, he grounded himself against her opening, his cock quickly becoming wet from the fluids leaking out of her. Reaching down, Sherlock took himself in hand and flicked Molly's clit with the tip of his penis.
Molly writhed in pleasure. He continued to do to tease her, rubbing the end of his member everywhere except at her opening. Molly desperately called to him, begging Sherlock to end his torture. Instead he leaned down captured one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking powerfully before soothing it with a few gentle laps of his tongue.
Molly's hand flew up to grasp at his hair, her finger digging into his scalp. Her other hand scrambled along his back, trying to push his cock inside her. Sherlock pulled away from her breast and looked up at her, tutting. "You have to say it Molly."
"Please," she gasped out. "I need you inside me!"
"How? Say how."
"Please… Sherlock, I need – I need you to fuck m- gah!" Molly shouted out as Sherlock entered her quickly. He paused for a few seconds and let her adjust to him.
For her part, Molly had never felt so full. It was nothing like having one of her toys, and definitely couldn't compare to a Beta. She let out a soft moan as she wriggled around him, prompting Sherlock to begin moving. He started slowly and gave a few full thrusts, pulling out until he almost left her entirely before pushing himself into the hilt. He reached down and kissed her as he began speeding up, his tongue plunging into her mouth in time with his cock.
Molly dragged her nails down his back and Sherlock growled in pleasure. He hiked one of her legs over his forearm and drove himself deeper than before. At that Molly began a constant stream of murmurs, "Sherlock, please, yes, yes, Sherlock…"
Sherlock took one of her hands and pulled it down to her clit, encouraging her to rub at herself. It managed to push Molly over the edge, clamping down on his length. Sherlock gave a low groan as he felt himself nearing his own finish. His eyes slammed shut as he felt the beginnings of his knot taking form. He continued thrusting until the knot grew to the point where he couldn't move anymore and he stilled as he felt himself empty into her, groaning blissfully.
Molly moaned when she felt the knot and then again when Sherlock rested his weight on her, his head burying itself in her neck and hair. If she felt full before, it was nothing compared to how she felt now. She reached up to stroke his hair, smiling contentedly despite the slightly uncomfortable feeling of his knot inside her and his weight on top of her. Sherlock gave a slight sigh before turning his head to face her. "I'd forgotten just how good this feels," he said softly, blinking at her lazily.
Her smile widened and she kissed him softly. Their lips met for a few seconds before pulling away and kissing again. The next few minutes were spent with giving and receiving soft, lazy kisses while Sherlock's knot slowly shrunk to the point where he could pull out. Once he did, Sherlock rolled unto his back and pulled Molly into his chest.
They fell into a comfortable silence, Sherlock staring up at the ceiling while Molly listened to the strong pounding of his heart. Just as she began drifting off, Sherlock said, "I don't even feel like smoking."
Molly gave a small laugh. "Small mercies. I hate it when you smoke."
"I know," he replied. Sherlock tightened his hold on her. He smirked into the darkness. "All the more reason to do this often."
