For those of you reading on AO3 you have a special treat. The amazing cumbercougars has produced a photo manip of Sherlock and Molly during the chair role play scene...and yes...it's damn hot. There's another for later in the story but you'll have to wait for that one...I can say though that it is perfect for this fic. (I'm mentioning it on fanfiction in case you want to pop over and take a look. It can also be found on my tumblr page - same user name).

So thanks you Cumbercougars I am so grateful for them xxxxx

Chapter 23

Molly heard herself moaning as Sherlock's hand palmed her breast and she gave a silent thanks to Mary for persuading her to try to seduce him. She really hadn't been certain of success but she had been so flooded with post-pregnancy hormones that it had been worth the risk and now it was paying off.

They broke off from kissing to try to catch their breath and Molly immediately started to kiss and lick her way down his amazingly beautiful throat. Meanwhile her hands had already moved to the fastenings of his trousers. Part of her didn't want them to rush this but she just felt so damn turned on and aroused that she couldn't help herself...she wanted him inside her...now.

As she reached into his pants she was surprised to feel just how hard and ready for her he was. It never failed to surprise her that she seemed to turn him on. Given his apparent lack of any romantic feelings for her it hadn't impeded their sexual relationship at all.

Her hand slid along his length and he let out an almost feral growl and she knew she was getting damper. She was almost embarrassed by how sodden her pants must be already but she couldn't bring herself to care as she felt him thrusting into her fisted hand...jerking himself off against her until she couldn't stand it any longer.

She lifted her knees higher around his waist and as he realised what she was doing he held back a little in his movements until she could push the thong to one side and position him at her entrance. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the sensation of just how good it felt as he entered her.

His hands were low on her back, almost on her backside as he pulled her onto him as much as he thrust into her and she felt his mouth sucking on the base of her neck, marking her, and she cried out as she felt her climax starting to rise. She wished that she could imprint this exact moment in her mind...that she could build her own mind palace to house it. She didn't ever want to forget how this felt.

He started to move within her and she knew she was going to come...and soon. Every thrust of his hips was sending shockwaves through her body and she urged him on...her hands clawing at his back, nails digging into the skin of his backside as she pulled him into her harder and harder.

Their mouths met again and Molly loved how raw and desperate he seemed. She knew he was as close as her...she could feel it in his movements, in every sound he made and it just added to her own arousal until they both climaxed within seconds of each other; Molly letting go first and Sherlock following her into the blinding whiteness of her orgasm.

For a few blissful seconds afterwards they just clung to each other, both trying to catch their breath and neither wanting to separate just yet...but eventually they had to and Sherlock let her slip off the side and he watched as she made her way to the bathroom to clean up. He knew there was no risk of pregnancy this time. Since she'd realised she couldn't breast feed she'd gone back onto the pill but it had in no way diminished just how good sex between them was. He leant against the kitchen side and took a deep breath; he still held by his earlier thought...they would have sex again tonight...he just needed some time to recover.

As he heard the toilet flush he smiled and pushed away from the cupboard; he had an idea.

He tapped on the bathroom door...

MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH

Molly had been washing her hands when she heard the tap on the door and she hesitated for a moment frowning.

'Yes?'

His voice was low as he spoke through the door. 'Molly, let me in.'

She wondered what he wanted and she felt a little embarrassed about the fact that all she had on was a thong but given they'd just had sex that seemed a bit stupid.

Still, she had one hand over her breasts when she opened the door.

She saw his eyes flick to how she was covering her breasts and he frowned a little but she was surprised when he pushed his way into the bathroom closing the door behind them both.

When he turned though he smirked raised an eyebrow. 'I thought we could shower together, seeing as how we both need to clean up. I could help you wash...if you'd like?'

Her hand fell away and she returned his smile. 'I'd love that...and maybe I could help clean you up as well?'

He turned and flicked on the shower. 'Thought you'd never offer.'

She quickly removed her thong and then watched as he undressed, loving seeing his body fully revealed to her hungry gaze once more and she was just glad that he seemed to feel as horny as her. The sex had been good but too quick and it seemed neither of them had really had their fill of the other just yet.

He held his hand under the water until it levelled out temperature wise and then he stepped in and held his hand out for Molly so he could pull her in with him. She gasped as she stepped under the water; it was hotter than she'd normally have it and he obviously realised because he immediately adjusted the dial to turn it down slightly.

Molly was soon able to turn her attention back to Sherlock and his body and she couldn't really remember the last time she'd been able to just explore him. She took the soap and used it to lather her hands and then she placed them on his chest and slowly let them slide down over his stomach and sides. She could clearly see the scar from the place where he'd been shot the year before and even though Mary was now her friend she still cursed her for it. She bent her head forward and kissed it lightly and then she moved down to his side to kiss what looked like a scar from a knife wound.

She wished his job wasn't quite so dangerous but she also knew that it was part of him, it made him who he was and if she was honest it was a part of her attraction. She'd dated plenty of men who were 'safe', boring even, and they just hadn't held her attention.

She glanced up at Sherlock's face to see him watching her with a slightly puzzled expression on his face. He probably didn't quite understand why she was kissing old injuries...she wasn't entirely sure herself...it certainly wasn't professional curiosity; maybe it was her giving thanks that no matter what he'd been through he had survived and was there in this moment with her.

At her bidding he turned and let her soap his back and she carried on her exploration. Sadly he had far more marks on his back. He'd taken a few beatings in the past...got another stab wound...and even a couple of burn marks...it broke Molly's heart to see them.

As she kissed his back she pressed herself against him and let her hands slip and slide their way down his chest and over his stomach, her fingertips brushing at his pubic hair making him growl.

He turned in her arms and caught her lips with his own in a kiss that had her heartbeat picking up. They might just have had sex but she already wanted him and she could tell he felt the same way; his cock was pulsing against her hip, starting to harden and lengthen once more.

She could feel the water from the shower washing over her body and sluicing down her legs, his hands on her back pulling her closer to him and she wanted him.

As the kiss finally broke she caught his eye and then smiled as she bit her lower lip, she knew exactly what she wanted to do next.

She pushed him lightly until he leant against the tiled wall and then she sank to her knees in front of him and placed her hands on his lean thighs. She loved how long and slim but yet muscular his legs were.

When she glanced up at his face he was looking down at her, his wet curls framing his face, his eyes dark and filled with desire and it made her want to touch herself as she pleasured him.

She turned her attention to his erection and smiled as it bobbed and pulsed, waiting for her attention. She let her tongue swirl around the head and her lips ghosted over him as she held his hips in place. His hands moved into the wet strands of her hair, his blunt nails scraping over her scalp as she started to take him deeper. She hummed as she did, knowing he'd feel it, wanting him to know how much she was enjoying it.

She used one hand to fist around the base of his cock as she started to get her rhythm and she could feel his hips rocking as he started to fuck her mouth and she wanted to swallow him down, to taste him.

Her other hand moved between her thighs and she started to rub her own clit and as she did she felt his hands tightening in her hair and he let out a strangled cry. It sent a jolt of lust directly to her core and she could feel herself getting closer to her own orgasm. She'd never done anything like this before and she almost wondered at herself for so openly masturbating in front of someone else but her needs were just driving her on.

She could taste his cum starting to leak into her mouth and the tip of his cock starting to almost get too deep in her throat but she didn't want to stop even as she heard him start to call her name and warn her.

At the last moment her orgasm hit and as she moaned around his cock lost in her own pleasure he came, filling her mouth until his semen was leaking down her throat and over her breasts. She swallowed what she could glad that he didn't taste too sour. She didn't normally enjoy swallowing but with Sherlock it felt different, he was different to her. She wanted him in ways she'd never wanted any other man and she knew in that moment that she would struggle to ever be with anyone else.

He slid down the wall until he was sat in front of her and he used his hand to wipe away the remains of his cum from her lips and her face before he pulled her to him for a deep kiss, his tongue in her mouth tasting himself.

'Fuck, Molly that was amazing...you are amazing.'

He looked at her for a few moments more, pushing the strands of hair from her face and he seemed so thoughtful that she almost asked him what he was thinking but then he started to stand before helping her to her feet. This time they did just concentrate on getting clean and fifteen minutes later they were lying facing each other in Sherlock's bed.

Once again he looked at her with those gorgeous green and blue, ever changing eyes as though he was trying to read her very soul.

Then he said two words that she had never expected to hear him say but which had her heart thumping in her chest.

'Molly...Marry me.'

Yup, it's true...he's gone there. Thing is is it the right time? I'm not too sure he's there yet. What do you guys think?