Sherlock and Molly make love.

The sight before him made Sherlock take in a deep breath and pray for endurance. Finally, Molly, was gloriously naked in front of him, looking like a goddess. The soft, feminine curves that her baggy clothes had hidden were now completely revealed to him and he couldn't stop gazing at her beauty.

"You are resplendent," he whispered and he took her in his arms to kiss her again. Molly returned the kiss, but Sherlock heard her sniffling and subsequently felt dampness on his cheeks. Curiously, he pulled back, wondering what she was crying about.

"You make me feel so beautiful."

"You are beautiful, Molly."

"Sometimes, it's hard to see myself that way. I'm-I'm short and my breasts are too small." She looked away, but Sherlock gently touched her chin and urged her to look him in the eyes.

"Darling, don't you know that bigger isn't always better? You're the perfect height for me because you fit in my arms perfectly. And as for your breasts..." He cupped her and rubbed his thumbs against her nipples, making her moan and arch her back. "They're the right size for my hands, like you were made for me and me alone."

"Because I am."

"Because you are."

The pathologist continued to cry, but her tears were now tears of joy. Sherlock touched her heart like no man ever had and the words he said were precious to her. For a long time, she believed that she wasn't good enough, that her body was somewhat lacking or not very desirable. Then he came along and quelled all of her worries.

This man was truly one of a kind and Molly felt blessed that he was her soul mate. Already, she had a sense of fulfillment with him that she never knew when she was single. Sherlock was her missing puzzle piece.

"Take me to bed, Sherlock."

"As you wish," he replied and swept her up in his arms, carrying her to the bed. Once he placed her on the mattress, he climbed on top of her and nipped her neck with his lips, leaving little love bites on the skin. Between bites, he said, "I want to make you come before I'm inside of you. Is that alright?"

Molly blinked rapidly and let out a huff as Sherlock's lips kissed, nibbled and sucked their way down to her bosom. "Oh, God...d-do what you want to me. Just, please don't stop touching me!"

Her words made him smile. "I could never stop doing that." Molly keened as his Cupid's bow lips took her nipple in his mouth and suckled her like a desperate man in need of nourishment. Her toes curled from the intensity of the moment and her cries grew louder every second.

"I love your breasts, Molly. They're soft and the way they taste..." At this, he brushed his nose along the underside of one of her mounds and mouthed it. "It's like heaven."

Sherlock covered her other breast with one hand and thumbed the nipple, making sure not to neglect the plump flesh. Hearing his lover's cries of arousal made him harder by the minute and it took intense concentration on his part so he wouldn't lose himself. He lapped at the pebbled tip of Molly's nipple and rubbed circles around the soft skin.

"Ah, Sherlock...that feels amazing. Ungh..." Molly's eyes rolled in the back of her head and her thighs squeezed together.

Taking note of that, Sherlock used his free hand to trail a path down the flat expanse of her belly and into her core where she was drenched. The scent of her arousal permeated his nostrils and moaned when her wall clamped down on his digit. "God, you're wet, Molly. Are you close?"

"Yes, oh fuck. I don't know how long I can hold it."

"You don't have to, darling. Just let yourself go and I'll catch you. I'll always catch you. I promise." Sherlock licked the space between her breasts before capturing her lips with his again. His deft finger curled inside of her womb and brushed the tiny nub of pleasure that he'd been looking for.

When he touched it, Molly's reaction was immediate. She whined and dug her hand in Sherlock's hair, pulling him closer to her body. "God! There, Sherlock!"

He did as she said and focused his ministrations on her clit, flicking it again and again while keeping his other hand on her breast, smoothing his palm on the skin and occasionally rolling the nipple between his fingers. Sherlock also began to gently bite her collarbone, which helped push her over the edge and she cried out her release.

When she finally began to breathe normally, he pulled his hand out of her core and wiped it on the sheet. Afterwards, he kissed her nose, wrapping his arms around her. "That was a beautiful gift, Molly. Thank you."

Molly laughed and buried her face in his chest. "You're welcome, but we haven't finished yet, love."

"You can't be ready now?"

"I am. Maybe being with you has an effect on me. Possibly something...magical." She nuzzled his nose with hers, giggling.

"I wouldn't be surprised one bit," Sherlock replied and grazed her cheek with his hand. "Now, if you're sure...?"

"Yes. I need you inside of me, Sherlock. Please."

"I could never refuse you anything." Sherlock kissed her passionately, then drew back, positioning himself over Molly and entered her in one powerful stroke.

When he was fully inside of her, Molly marvelled at his girth. He filled her completely and she couldn't stop the smile that spread on her lips. If there was anything else that could convince her they were made for each other, it was this moment.

As Sherlock rocked into her body, Molly felt like their spirits were joining together. It was a wonderful sensation. She grasped his backside and lifted her legs up, the new angle pushing him deeper into her heat. The sound of their hips slapping together was unbelievably erotic to Molly's ears and she cooed as they continued their slow, sweet rhythm.

"How does that feel, darling?" He asked her in between thrusts.

"Mm, so good."

Sherlock was gentle and made sure to caress her cheek and give her loving kisses every so often. He listened to her sighs and moans, learning what she liked and what made her responsive. As a result, Molly's inner walls squeezed him hard enough that he thought he saw stars.

With his constant devotion to her body, he eventually hit her g spot which sent Molly over the edge, screaming his name. Seconds later, he orgasmed as well, but managed to push a few more times, to the point of over stimulation and brought them both maximum pleasure.

Now that they'd finished making love, Sherlock was tired to the point of collapsing, but he didn't want to crush Molly. He pulled his limp member out of her womanhood and laid beside her, taking her in his arms as he did before. Those plump lips placed a kiss on her neck and she leaned into his embrace.

Sherlock wanted to speak, but his eyes began to droop. All of his energy was gone and he knew that he'd need sleep to reenergise himself. It seemed like Molly was heading the same way. Her breathing had slowed down considerably and she was very still in his arms.

The consulting detective smiled and kissed her brow. "Goodnight, Molly Hooper. I love you."

He closed his eyes, but right before sleep claimed him, he heard her whisper, "I love you, Sherlock Holmes."