A/N: Thank you to all my Tumblr followers for helping me with this chapter.

Molly woke the morning of her wedding to the feeling of something pressing lightly on her stomach over and over. That better not be Sherlock. She opened her eyes to see a ginger kitten sitting on her stomach, kneading it with its tiny paws. Molly's face lit up. "Aww! Aren't you adorable?"

The kitten looked at her with big golden eyes and purred.

She sat up then picked the kitten up and kissed its dainty pink nose. A folded piece of paper with her name on it on the nightstand caught her eye. Setting the kitten on her lap, she unfolded it.

My darling Molly,

Don't worry, I haven't seen you yet today – I asked one of the maids to deliver your wedding gift. It's a boy. I know you love cats and I thought you'd like to have one again.

Now that I've told you my true feelings, I cannot state it enough. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. You have held my heart from the first moment I saw you.

In mere hours, you and I will be one. I feel as though my entire life has been leading up to this moment. I promise to be the best husband and lover to you that I can.

My dear, I hope you are alone as you read this because I am about to make you blush. I am as hard as a rock as I write this letter. The thought of finally being able to fully show you the depths of my love and desire is overwhelming. I have no idea how I am going to get through the ceremony and the wedding breakfast without the entire world seeing exactly how much I need you. Women are lucky in the fact that their arousal isn't as obvious.

Do you consider yourself lucky, Molly? To be marrying me, that is? For I consider myself to be the luckiest man on earth to be marrying you. I am counting the minutes until I make you Dr. Molly Holmes.

All my love (and there is quite a bit of it),

Sherlock

Molly laughed softly. Oh, Sherlock, I love you…

The rest of the day was a blur of playing with the kitten, whom she named Toby II after her cat from childhood, assuring her nervous father that she indeed was making the right decision, and getting ready for the ceremony. The ivory silk gown had been her mother's and Molly hoped Sherlock would think her as lovely in it as she felt.

She was in a side room at the church, waiting for the guests to arrive, when she received a message that she was needed outside. Molly went to the small courtyard but didn't see anyone. Venturing further in, she was walking past one of the large pillars when a hand grabbed hers. Molly whirled around but could only see the person's hand and part of the arm, the rest of him was behind the pillar. She examined the hand. I know those fingers.

"Sherlock, we can't see each other until the wedding," she murmured, leaning back against pillar as she held his hand.

He chuckled. "I couldn't wait another minute. You got my gift?"

She smiled softly. "Yes, he's adorable, thank you. And your letter was very … stimulating. Did you find a solution to your … problem?"

"Yes, I did extensive 'research' before I left Baker Street."

Molly chuckled softly as her face flamed. "You won't believe how much I'm blushing right now."

"Actually, I can believe it. I hope to make you blush a lot more tonight."

"I have no doubt you will." She gently squeezed his hand. "You excite me so much more than any man ever has."

"I can only pray that I'll live up to your expectations." She could hear the smirk in his voice.

"No matter what happens tonight, I know you'll please me, Sherlock."

"Thank you, my love." His thumb stroked the back of her hand. "I know you will make me the happiest of men." He paused. "That's Watson's signal, I should go."

"Not much longer, Sherlock," she murmured.

"I await with bated breath, my darling Molly." With a final squeeze, he let go of her hand and was gone.

Molly waited for a count of ten to be certain he was out of sight then she left the courtyard.

Later, whenever she recalled her wedding, all she could remember were little moments:

Walking down the aisle on her father's arm and seeing Sherlock in his suit. He looked so dashing. His eyes never left hers and his expression was one of complete awe.

Saying her vows precisely while Sherlock stumbled over his words out of pure nervousness.

Him slipping her wedding ring onto her finger with no problems, while she nervously first tried to put his on his middle finger instead.

Being declared man and wife, and Sherlock kissing her deeply before the vicar even gave him the opportunity.

The absolute downpour of rice thrown by their loved ones as they walked down the church steps and into the carriage.

As soon as the carriage door was closed, Sherlock had her across his lap and was kissing her like his life depended on it. Molly clung to him and kissed him back with everything she had.

"Oh, Molly," Sherlock murmured breathlessly, "I'd take you right here if we didn't have that blasted wedding breakfast to attend."

"Where are we having the breakfast?" she asked, even though she knew perfectly well.

Sherlock must have seen the twinkle in her eye. He grinned back. "Musgrave Hall, which gives us a good hour. My dear Dr. Holmes, you're not suggesting that I deflower you right here, right now?"

She murmured in his ear, "Do you think you can do it as beautifully as you promised?"

"Yes, my darling," he murmured.

"What do you need me to do?"

Sherlock picked her up and set her down beside him, grinning wickedly. "Hold your skirts up and your legs open."

Molly did so, grinning at him. "I thought you might do something like this, so I came prepared."

"Is that so?" Sherlock asked. He knelt on the floor of the carriage between her legs, grinning up at her wide-eyed surprise. "You weren't expecting me to do this."

"What are you going to do?" she whispered.

"This." He moved his hands to her silk drawers.

Molly knew what he'd see – several inches of the seam having been carefully taken out, so there was now a generous slit. She prayed he'd approve, the drawers were expensive.

He grinned at her. "An elegant solution, my love."

Molly nearly gasped when he lowered his head, and she did gasp, loudly, when she felt his wet tongue circle her clitoris. "Sherlock!"

He chuckled against her flesh. "Shh, sweetheart, we don't want the driver to hear us."

She felt two of his fingers slide into her already wet opening and she had to bite her fist as he thrusted them slowly in and out of her, his tongue still teasing her clit. Molly felt her pleasure rising like a wave, and just like a wave, it crested then broke, leaving her trembling and so wet, but very sated.

"Oh, Sherlock…" she whispered, gazing at him when he lifted his head to gaze at her. "That was…"

"For me too," he murmured.

She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He kissed her back, his arms around her waist, holding her close.

"Sherlock…" she whispered. "I'm ready. Please, make me yours."

He nodded then moved to sit beside her. Molly eagerly helped him unfasten his trousers and push them down his thighs.

She smiled a bit. "No pants again, I see."

He smirked. "Pants are an unnecessary barrier between my cock and your lovely cunt. As are drawers. I suggest you either take out the seam of every pair you have or even better, do without them altogether."

Molly blushed, smiling. "And spend the rest of my days worried about drafts? I'll take out the seams, thank you." She looked at his cock then met his eyes. "May I touch you?"

"God, I wish you would…" he murmured, breathless.

She wrapped her hand around the base, her eyes widening slightly when she realized her thumb and fingers didn't touch. "You're … God, you're so big…" She could feel her nervousness returning.

"None of that," Sherlock murmured gently. He kissed her softly. "I've made you more than wet enough, you just need to relax, Molly. Touch me." He smiled a bit. "Get to know me."

Molly laughed weakly. "You're incorrigible, but alright." She slowly ran her hand up the shaft, feeling the softness of the skin and the ridges of each vein. Molly smiled as Sherlock sighed, closing his eyes. She grinned to herself then lowered her head and gave the tip a slow lick.

Sherlock's eyes shot open. "Molly!" His cheeks turned bright red.

She straightened and grinned at him. "Now who's being too loud?"

He stared at her. "That… You…"

"Yes?"

He murmured in her ear, "That's not something a gentleman would normally ask of his wife."

"Isn't it? More's the pity, I liked doing it. I'd do more but I think you wouldn't last."

"You'd be right." He kissed her softly. "You are a wonder, Molly Holmes."

She smiled at him softly. "Thank you, my love." Molly looked down at her skirts thoughtfully. "This won't do." Reaching both hands behind her, she unhooked the skirt and slipped it and the petticoats off then laid them on the bench opposite them, leaving her in her drawers, stockings, and shoes.

"Very resourceful, my dear," Sherlock murmured approvingly.

"Mmm, thank you," Molly murmured as she straddled his lap and reached down to guide his cock to her entrance.

Sherlock held her hips, murmuring, "Don't tense up, stay relaxed." He smiled at her softly. "I love you, Molly."

She smiled back. "I love you, Sherlock." Molly slowly lowered herself onto his cock, wincing as she felt herself stretching around him and having to pause halfway to give herself more time to adjust.

"Molly?" Sherlock murmured worriedly.

"I'm alright," she murmured. She lowered herself the rest of the way, both of them gasping as he filled her to the hilt. Molly didn't move, still adjusting to his size.

Sherlock wrapped his arms around her, murmuring, "Molly, I love you so much. I cannot tell you how good it feels to be inside you."

"One body," she murmured, "one flesh."

"One heart." He kissed her softly.

She kissed him back and felt her body slowly relaxing around him. Sherlock must have felt it – he held her hips again and gave an experimental thrust.

Pleasure shot through her. "Oh God… Could you do that again, Sherlock? Please?"

He grinned. "As my lady wishes." Sherlock thrusted into her over and over, slowly, deeply, and she instinctively met him thrust for thrust. "You're so wet," he murmured. "And tight… God, you feel amazing."

Molly tried to articulate exactly what she was feeling. "I feel … overwhelmed by you, but in the best way… When you had your fingers in me, I wanted more…" She groaned softly. "Now I have you and you're even more than I expected and … and I know I'm going to want this all the time…"

Sherlock chuckled softly. "So am I, my darling…"

He reached down to stroke her clit and Molly climaxed so hard she saw stars. The additional wetness made it even easier for Sherlock to continue thrusting until he too climaxed, his seed filling her. Molly laid her head on his shoulder and he held her close as they waited for their breathing and their hearts to slow.

"Molly?" Sherlock murmured after a moment.

"Mmm?"

He chuckled softly. "I take it you enjoyed that."

"Mmm-hmm. Will it always be like that?"

"Not the pain. The more we make love, the more your body will get used to mine. As for pleasure, I think it'll be even better next time."

Molly laughed weakly. "I don't know if I can take more pleasure, Sherlock."

"That, sweetheart, is just the thing a new husband wants to hear."