221B BAKER ST – SHERLOCK'S BEDROOM

A fine sheen of sweat coated the two naked bodies that lay intimately entwined on the bed.

Molly's hips surged up, her hands grasping Sherlock's taut buttocks, as Sherlock's kisses grew desperate, hips now pumped wildly as he thrust in and out in an increasingly frantic rhythm, before he reared up abruptly, his arms taking his full weight. The new angle drove his cock deeper into her welcoming warmth, causing them to moan at the exquisite sensation.

But just as they were about to reach completion, Sherlock paused to savour the incredible feeling of Molly's body as it clamped possessively around his rigidly hard penis, he marvelled at how her lips felt on his, the softness of her skin, her intoxicatingly musky scent as he'd plied her sensitive clit with his tongue...

A well-aimed slap to his buttocks abruptly snapped him from his musings.

"Catalogue and update your Mind Palace later," Molly panted impatiently, though Sherlock noted the hint of an endearingly impish grin as she wrapped her legs around his waist, before pulling his head down so she could plant a sinfully passionate kiss upon his willing lips.

Back and forth, then side to side, Sherlock's hips kept up their determined and relentless rhythm. He was a man possessed.

"Yes, yes right there," Molly cried encouragingly, and then "Oh my God, Sherlock!"

Molly came, her head thrown back as she screamed in ecstasy. Moments later Sherlock found his own release, coming with a guttural growl. The tension in his body immediately giving way to euphoric lethargy, before collapsing on top of an equally boneless Molly, his body totally spent.

They lay where they were, catching their breath. Then Sherlock rolled off Molly, pulling her close, wrapping his arms securely around her as she happily snuggled into him.

Several minutes later with still not a word spoken Molly grew concerned. Sitting up, she turned to Sherlock, and what she saw had her pulling him into her arms, his head coming to rest in the crook of her shoulder.

"Bit overwhelming isn't it," she said softly, as tears flowed freely down his cheeks.

Sherlock nodded, initially unable to find the words to accurately describe what he was feeling. And then "Understatement," he mumbled. The embarrassment he felt at his uncharacteristic show on emotion all too clear.

Molly knew Sherlock had not been a virgin, yet their coupling had clearly had a profound effect on him. Brushing his sweat slicked curls out of his eyes, she queried gently. "And this was different."

Sherlock sat up, and pulled Molly onto his lap. He threaded his fingers through her hair before taking her face in his hands, his thumbs gently caressing her cheeks, resting his forehead against hers as he looked her directly in the eyes. "So different," he murmured, a luminous glow appearing in his storm-tossed eyes. "This was the first time my heart was fully involved. This wasn't about getting laid. This was all about love, making love, and loving the woman who will always matter the most to me. "

Molly could feel tears beginning to well up in her own eyes.

"Not good?" Sherlock asked, becoming more than a little worried.

Molly laughed, whipping her tears away. "On the contrary," she assured him. "It's the very best actually."

Sherlock visibly relaxed.

"So, what do you suggest we do now?" his innocent expression totally at odds with the way he was dragging Molly back under the covers.

Molly's laughter was filled with pure joy as she playfully pushed Sherlock onto his back and straddled him. "I'm sure we can come up with something," she responded playfully.

Sherlock wholeheartedly agreed.