Chapter 14
Can't quite believe that I've received over 100 reviews for this story. I'm grateful for each and every one.
To Bella Cuore you can muse away as much as you want. I do hope nothing bad happens to Molly though in Season 4 :(, it would totally ruin my Sherlolly ship.
So...following the chocolate and the strawberries let the fun continue, normal disclaimers still apply.
Molly couldn't believe how much her back and shoulders ached after all the gardening she had done that day but having any sort of garden was a novelty and she hadn't been able to resist getting out in the sunshine and tidying things up. She felt pleased about how much she had accomplished.
She was also thinking about the picnic with Sherlock earlier in the day and recalling that kiss with the strawberry which was quite simply one of the hottest kisses she had ever had. She was still a bit concerned that she was reading more into this relationship than Sherlock just playing a part. She needed proof that he felt something for her, something genuine, not just part of the role of Will Holmes.
She was sat on the side of the bed trying to rub her own shoulder muscles when he came out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. He quirked an eyebrow at her contortions, 'I take it you might have overdone the gardening today?' he asked.
She groaned, 'yes, something like that.' She lay down in the bed, Sherlock turned off the light and she tried to get comfortable. All of a sudden she felt his hand on her shoulder, 'here, let me help' he muttered into the dark.
He started to massage her shoulder, moving his way along from her shoulder to her neck before repeating the same on the other side. Molly was surprised into silence at first, closing her eyes to the sensation of his hand on her, kneading the muscles, sliding along the top half of her back. His hand moved down her spine towards her lower back his thumb moving in lazy circles and it travelled lower before stopping at her hips and pressing into the muscles of her lower back.
Molly's mind was whirling, on top of the physical sensations her thoughts were tumbling over themselves. What is he doing, why, does this mean anything, maybe he's just being nice? No Sherlock doesn't do nice. Should I say anything, god that feels so good. She had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning out loud. Aside from turning her on, which it most definitely was, her back was feeling so much better now, her muscles had stopped contracting and were starting to relax. She felt as though she were melting into the bed. His hand was moving back up to her shoulders, along her right hand side, his long fingers grazing the side of her breast. She heard his breath hitch when he realised what he had done but neither of them said anything. His hand slid down her right arm, fingernails lightly scraping her skin, he leant against her more as he did this and she could feel him against her back.
She couldn't help but press herself further against him, feeling his chest against her back separated only by her night shirt.
Sherlock suddenly pulled back, rolling quickly over he just said a gruff, 'Good night Molly'.
Molly had no idea what to do, the shock was all the greater for the suddenness of his withdrawal. She was literally squirming with need and pent up frustration. She couldn't let it end like this.
Still saying nothing she rolled over til she was facing his back and tentatively put her own hand on his shoulder. She felt his muscles tense quickly but she carried on moving her hand, kneading his shoulder, copying the way he had massaged and relaxed her muscles just a few moments before. Slowly she felt him start to relax into her touch.
Again like him she let her hand move down his back slowly, feeling the hardness of his muscles under the softness of his skin. She reached his lower back, her hand trailing across the top of his pyjama bottoms, letting her little finger slide under the waistband as she moved her hand to his side.
She couldn't resist letting her hand slide round to his stomach, moving across his flat abs, wondering again to herself how he managed to stay so fit when he seemed to spend most of his time either on his laptop or lying on his couch in his mind palace.
Her fingers danced across the muscles, her own body pressed against his back, her nipples hard and her breath on his shoulder. She wondered if she dared to kiss his back, millimetres from her lips but she was afraid to break the spell, afraid he would pull away from her a second time.
She brought her hand back to his side til it was resting on his hip and then slid it down his pyjamas along his thigh muscle before using her nails to lightly scrape as she brought her hand up again. She felt, rather than heard him groan. She repeated the move again and again her hand going a bit lower or a bit further forward on his leg each time until she was sliding her hand down the front of his thigh with the rest of her body pressed up against his back.
He rolled back over to face her catching hold of her hand as he did. She could just about see his eyes reflecting what little light there was in the room coming in through the curtains from the moon. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for the put down, the rejection which would surely follow.
Instead he bent his head towards hers and ever so gently pressed his lips against hers.
As kisses went it was very chaste. But it was almost as though it lit a spark in Molly and she wrapped her arms around him, her hands buried in the curls of his hair pulling him against her. She could feel his hands on her waist holding her lightly at first but as the kiss started to deepen his hands gripped her more tightly.
She no longer wanted to think about why he was doing this only that he was and she didn't want it to stop.
She lifted her leg to his hip and he grabbed the back of her thigh pulling her against him. She could feel how hard he was and knew he must want her too, though whether it was just a physical reaction rather than an emotional one she pushed to the back of her mind.
She could tell from his kisses and his touch that he wasn't completely inexperienced but she guessed it must have been a long time since he had been this intimate with someone but she was more than happy to take the lead to push things further so she leaned in to him, forcing him onto his back where she lifted herself so she was straddling him, her knees either side of his hips. All this happened without them even breaking the kiss.
In one quick move, before she could over think it and change her mind, she pulled her nightshirt over her head and threw it to one side and then she looked down at Sherlock seeing him in a way she never thought she would. Open and vulnerable beneath her, looking up at her with lust and longing in his eyes.
They looked at each other for a couple of seconds before his eyes were drawn down to her breasts. She watched as he brought his hand up, gently holding her breast, using his thumb to draw across her hardened nipple. Then he leant forward and took her nipple into his mouth and she knew this was really happening. She was going to have sex with Sherlock Holmes!
It didn't take much for her to move his pyjamas down and then she put her hand down and took hold of him. Sherlock gasped at her touch, faltering for a moment before biting down on her nipple, hard enough to elicit a moan but not so hard as to tip over into pain. She raised herself up on her knees positioning him at her entrance before sliding slowly down onto him. This time they both groaned together at the sensation.
She leant forward again, one hand taking her weight, whilst with the other she held Sherlock's head to her breast, feeling the softness of his hair between her fingers, his hardness inside her, twitching every so often, and his mouth, hot, warm and teasing at her breast. She had been waiting for this moment for years, she felt as though she had been frustrated and aching for him for most of that time and now she was here in the moment all her senses were in overload. She knew it wouldn't take long for her to come, but she was happy to string out that moment. Enjoying the build up, the sweet sensation of her orgasm rising but not quite there.
Gradually she started to rock against him, finding a rhythm and an angle which hit both her clit and her g spot. It felt amazing, he felt amazing. She could feel him pushing up into her, adjusting the pace to suit them both.
Sherlock started to kiss his way back up to her throat his hand wrapping in her hair pulling her mouth down to meet his. He lightly bit her lip before opening his mouth to hers in a deep, passionate kiss which rocked her to her foundations. She started to move faster against him, knew she wasn't going to last much longer. His tongue in her mouth and his hand on her breast sending her spinning over the edge into her orgasm.
As her muscles clenched around him he started to thrust up into her so hard she was almost lifted off the mattress. Her first orgasm seemed to morph into a second, Molly broke off from the kiss crying out 'Oh God, Sherlock' over and over feeling him release inside her.
They both seemed to collapse at the same time. Molly fell onto his chest, both of them breathing deeply, her head in the crook of his neck, his hands drawing random shapes lazily on her spine.
Molly closed her eyes for a moment revelling in the closeness that she felt with him but nervous as to what she should do or say now. She had absolutely no idea what might be going through Sherlock's mind and whether he was even happy or disappointed about what they'd done.
After a couple of moments he cleared his throat, indicating with his hands for Molly to let him up. She slid to the side watching as he made his way to the bathroom.
He came out a few minutes later wearing his dressing gown. He seemed preoccupied and almost nervous as he walked over to Molly. He bent down, kissing her on the forehead saying 'I'll be in my study, you get some sleep.' Molly closed her eyes not wanting to see him leave, knowing he must regret what they'd done. He paused at the door for a minute, his hand on the handle, his forehead resting on the door. 'I'm not good at emotion Molly and I do need time to process this, but don't think for a second that I'll regret this because I won't.' Then he opened the door and left.
So, there we go, the deed is done. Hope it was worth the wait.
Next time, same again but this time from Sherlock's perpective!
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