*Graphic Smut- If that's not for you, stop reading at the big asterisk, you can continue reading at the next asterisk.*
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Sherlock heads to his bedroom—the guest room—and looks through a drawer, pulling out some sweats and a worn tee shirt. He can hear Molly's footsteps heading down the hall towards him and smiles softly but nervously to himself. He still hadn't exactly expressed that he had changed his mind about them and that he wouldn't mind trying out a relationship with her. Hell, maybe John was right when he had said it would "complete him as a human being".
Molly walks into Sherlock's room with the wrapping, and he turns to her, smiling. "You know the drill. Drop your trousers", she laughs. Without fail, her little joke cracks her up every time.
He chuckles this time, especially because of the context that is yet to be known to her. Then again, maybe it was just his nerves that makes him laugh. Smirking a bit, he decides to joke with her even further. "Okay, but you'd better pray I'm wearing pants today."
Just like he knew it would, his response turns her face a strawberry red as she blushes furiously. "Sherlock Holmes!"
He laughs his deep, melodic, velvety laugh of his and it makes her giggle even more. "Yes, Molly Hooper?"
"Gee, I didn't even know you were capable of such jokes. That's usually my area."
"I am capable of many things, Doctor Hooper."
"Well, that I can't refute. Now sit."
Sherlock smirks and sits on his bed, leaning the crutches against the nightstand. Molly continues to blush as she assists him with taking his trousers off. Once they are, he slips his shirt off as well. For a moment he thinks Molly will faint from the lack of blood, since it's all in her cheeks. "Problem?"
"N-no." She grimaces at herself for stuttering herself again. "Just wondering why you needed your shirt off?"
"Does it bother you? I figured if I were going to be changing after, I'd may as well take it off now."
"Right, sorry", Molly mutters and clears her throat.
"No worries." He leans back as she begins to unwrap his leg and replace it with new, clean gauze.
Molly is very careful as not to hurt him or wrap it too tight. Once she's finished, she tapes it in place and smiles up at him. "There you go...all set."
"Thank you, Molly", he murmurs.
Molly shudders slightly at his voice, which had dipped slightly more than an octave, causing it to course through her veins like an electric shock. "You're welcome, Sherlock", she murmurs softly back, unable to help herself from noticing that the usual bulge in his pants is a bit bigger at the moment.
He must have noticed too because a red flush had begun to creep up his own cheeks as well. Molly clears her throat awkwardly and goes to stand up, but he gently places a hand on her arm. Her eyes flicker up to his and she notices that they are dilated, the way they once were when he had asked her for help in faking his suicide. Of course, back then she didn't think anything of it, told herself it was the lighting, that she had imagined it, anything but what it could have been.
"Yes, Sherlock?", Molly asks, her voice nearly a whisper.
"Don't go...", he says softly, his eyes still locked onto hers, both of them simultaneously running their tongues over their lips and blushing at the other.
"Okay", she says almost silently. Sherlock's hands tremble slightly as he brings his fingertips to her face, stroking her cheek and the curve of her jawline, seemingly studying her before slowly stroking his thumb across her bottom lip. Molly is frozen in place, enjoying the touch of the man she has loved for so long.
"I meant it when I said you look gorgeous in that dress…", he says softly.
Molly swallows thickly and nods slowly. "Thanks..."
"No need to thank me...it's the truth. I'm not unaware of your beauty, I just chose to ignore it before for my own benefit. Also for yours...to keep you safe. I'm still not sure about this. I don't want your life to be threatened..."
"Not sure about what, exactly?", she questions shyly, with a twinkle in her eye.
Sherlock goes to speak then mutters. "Fuck it..."
He gently pulls her close by her hips and kisses her deeply, causing Molly to gasp in surprise before returning the kiss with just as much fervor, desperate for his kiss, knowing how good it was the first time.
Molly snakes her arms around his neck as her eyes slip closed. She pulls him closer to her, gently tangling her fingers in the curls at the nape of his neck, and parts her lips more to allow him better access, which he eagerly takes, playing with her tongue and exploring her mouth. A tingle of excitement dances on their tongues, making them even needier. A soft moan escapes her as she kisses him back just as eagerly as he's giving. After a moment they pull away for air, panting rather hard on each other's lips. Both are shocked at the sparks that happened between them, knowing they had chemistry in a way, but nothing like what had just transpired.
Sherlock pulls her even closer, settling her on his right leg before he leans in and leaves a trail of soft but hot kisses down her neck as she breathes out his name pleasurably and tilts her head back to give him more of her, completely willing to let whatever this is happen.
He pants softly on her skin and keeps kissing her neck. Molly moans louder when he kisses her sensitive spot and he smirks softly beginning to suck on that spot, making Molly mewl under his lips. She holds his shoulders and breathes harder. "Oh fuck, Sherlock...ohhh."
It doesn't take to long for a perfect purplish circle to form on her neck. Sherlock pulls back slowly, admiring his handiwork as Molly blushes then cups his cheek, leaning in to kiss him again, pouring all of the love she has carried for him into this one kiss, this one moment. The crest of their relationship, whatever it was defined as.
Sherlock moans into her mouth and kisses back, placing his hands on her sides, slowly stroking her slight curves. "Molly", he breathes out, brushing his lips against hers ever so slightly, causing her to shiver.
"Yes, Sherlock?", she murmurs, her own lips kiss-stung and her eyes loving, looking into his.
"I don't want you to date any other man..."
"I don't want to date any other man anyway, Sherlock", Molly grins.
"No?"
"No."
He smiles brightly but hesitantly as he begins to slowly feel her body under the fabric of her dress. Molly bites her lower lip, her eyes lidded with enjoyment. "You can touch me...you don't have to be afraid", she encourages him softly, rubbing his chest with both hands.
Sherlock stiffens for a moment before relaxing again, humming in pleasure from the feel of her hands on his skin. He had always wondered what they would feel like, imagining their softness. And dear God, soft they are. Roaming his hands along every inch of her body that he can reach, he catalogues her measurements, the feel of her curves under the fabric, the feel of her skin (at least what is already exposed), and how she reacts to being touched by him.
"You look perfect, Molly. You've always looked perfect. You've always /been/ perfect. I'm sorry for all the times I treated you otherwise because of my frustrations or jealousy."
Molly tears up and gently strokes his cheekbone. "I forgave you a long time ago. As I said, you've proven yourself to be a better person now. What happened then is in the past. I want us to focus on the future. Whatever that may entail."
"You're not upset at me for earlier...? You don't think I'm using you? We both know that's what everyone else is going to think."
"No, I know you're not using me. You can't fake your dilated eyes or your...other signs of...excitement. Plus, I know when you're bullshitting me. I may not be as great at seeing through people as you are, but I am great at seeing through /you/."
Sherlock strokes her hair away from her face. "I'm not exactly the most experienced person..."
Molly snorts and giggles softly "In which area?"
"Er...all of it."
"That's okay, I don't have any expectations. I just know that I-...I've always loved you, and I want to make this work. I know how you are, and you know how I am, and I think we really can find a balance. I believe that."
"I love you. I'm not going to say this doesn't terrify me. This definitely is the one thing that does, however, it's you. I suppose in a way, it's always been you. I knew that deep down and I had fought it for so long. I don't want to fight it anymore. I want to take John's advice because he's right."
Molly raises an eyebrow. "What did he say?"
Sherlock takes her hands and strokes over them with his thumbs. "He said that...that...the chance to be with the person you want is gone before you know it. Said I was lucky because there was an incredible woman out there who liked me and who was alive. He wanted me to take the chance and for once, trust my heart."
Molly hugs him gently and nuzzles his chest. "That was very insightful of him."
"Hm, partially."
"Partially?"
"Well, he was talking about Irene", he snorts. "I mean how ignorant can he be? I should revoke his title as the insightful love guru. Though, I am very careful of keeping my deepest secrets a secret. Even from John."
"Ah", Molly says softly, going a bit quiet, her ear against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat; a welcome change from when he was laying in the alley months ago.
"Molly, I don't love her. I don't even like her. I-"
Molly reaches up and places a finger to his lips. "I know. You don't need to explain or repeat yourself. I believe you."
Sherlock kisses her finger then up her arm to her shoulder. "I didn't know being this close to anyone could feel this amazing; this...comfortable."
She smiles up at him. "It's because you trust me, and I've proven myself to be loyal already. Plus, you know I'd never judge you. Not for anything. I've had my own demons and skeletons in the closet. I'm not one /to/ judge."
He nods and leans down, softly pecking her lips. "I don't hold any of that against you either; none of it was in your control or your fault. You deserved so much better. You always have. I want you to finally get everything you want. I swear. You're stronger than me, Molly Hooper."
"That means a lot to me", she sniffles, tearing up softly. "I want you, Sherlock. That's all. We can go from there. I just want an "us" to work."
"Then we will make it work. I can't promise that I won't be ignorant or arrogant or an all-around pain in the arse sometimes, you know my tendencies. But I promise that I'll always come to my senses with your help."
"That certainly works for me. I'm not always in a good mood either, y'know. Contrary to popular opinion. Some people like that I'm cheery most days, but there are still some who get creeped out by a happy morgue worker. Sometimes I'm just pretending to be happy. You're not the only one who can put on a good façade."
"Well, I think I can handle it."
"Good, I guess we shall see."
"We shall...so...", he blushes slightly.
"So...", she giggles nervously. "Should we...continue what we started, or are you not ready for anything like that, because I totally get it if you're not..."
"I want to...with you. I think we have been politely skirting around that for a couple of months now...the tension. The thing is that...I…uh...well, er..."
"What is it, Sherlock? You can tell me. No judgement, remember?"
"Well, I haven't exactly...", he trails off, motioning to himself. "Probably since University...but I deleted it so..."
"Ahh, so you don't know if you'll remember how? Sherlock, I promise you it's like riding a bike. Er...so to speak", she chuckles. "Most of it is instinct and desire-driven. You don't have to do much thinking with that big brain of yours, you just have to try to relax."
Molly straddles him gently, being ultra-careful of his left leg. Sherlock strokes her sides, then slowly lifts her dress over her head with her help. She blushes once stripped down to her matching black lacy bra and knickers.
Sherlock stares wide-eyed as he looks her over, a contrasting nervousness and hunger both within his flaming cerulean eyes. His jaw drops involuntarily, and he can feel his mouth run dry. The intricate details of the lace on her bra perfectly frames the curve of her small, but shapely breasts and the delicate, laced scallops of her knickers encircle her smooth, porcelain thighs.
Molly strokes his jaw tenderly, allowing him to touch her where he is comfortable. She strokes over his shoulders and chest softly, roaming her hands along his toned body as well. He hums pleasurably and looks back up into her eyes. They are softer than she has ever seen before, even when he's hurt.
"Molly", Sherlock murmurs sexily, looking over her again and gently raking his fingers over her thighs.
"Sherlock", Molly breathes out, her eyes fluttering at the feeling, her skin erupting in goosebumps at his touch. "I..."
"You what, Molly? Say it...", he leans forward and whispers into her ear. She visibly shudders and licks her lips again.
"I-I want you", she pants softly in anticipation.
"God...I want you too", he mumbles huskily. *
Molly claims his mouth with her own, kissing him hungrily. He moans into her mouth and pulls her body closer, using his pale, nimble fingers to unclasp her bra, pulling it from her arms and tossing it onto the floor. She gasps lightly on his lips and slides her fingers into his hair, tugging at his curls, wanting more of him, need and desire pooling between her legs where she can feel his manhood beginning to grow beneath her.
Sherlock moans deliciously, his hands moving to cup and fondle her breasts, reveling in the way her body arches towards him when he touched her. He despises his harsh words about her boobs years ago and takes them back absolutely. They may be small, but they are warm, soft, supple, and most importantly they fit perfectly in his palms as he kneads them carefully, causing her to mewl in pleasure. Oh, how he wishes her noises would never stop.
Pulling away from her lips softly, he begins to kiss down her neck again slowly, taking his time and drinking her in, stopping only to nibble at her sweet spot where he had left the perfectly round love bite moments before. Molly responds to the pleasure in kind, moving her hips on his now fully hardened bulge, causing him to groan and shiver.
Sherlock pulls back, looking at her lovingly. "Fuck, you're so perfect Molly. So beautiful. I'm so sorry I ever said anything to the contrary. That wasn't true. You're incredible."
Molly grins and nuzzles his nose, grinding a bit harder on him, causing him to tilt his head back in pleasure. She eagerly takes the opportunity to give him a love bite of his own, eliciting many gasps and grunts from him as she sucks his flesh and creates friction between their nether regions.
"I'm ready for you if you're positive you are", Molly whispers on his skin, kissing up his jaw to his ear.
Sherlock nods shyly and turns his head, kissing her lovingly again. "I...I don't know how I'll...er...my leg um..."
Molly nods, understanding nearly immediately. "You don't have to worry about it. I'll do the work this time", she says grinning, a mischievous glint in her eye.
He turns red, becoming flushed, and nods. "Right", he mutters, staring at her in admiration as she climbs off his lap and bites her lip, slipping her knickers off. His eyes widen as his eyes drink in the sight of her naked form. "Fuck", he murmurs, causing Molly to blush and smile at him.
"You look like a goddess, Molly", he pants, his body finally letting down all of its defenses, yelling at him with unbearable need. He can barely remember the last time he was this...at attention.
Molly bites her lip and seems to notice as well, moving back over to him and placing a soft kiss on his lips. "Need help, um, disrobing from your pants?"
Sherlock nods, a bit embarrassed. "I think I can manage mostly, but possibly." He scoots forward using his good leg and lifts his bum, slipping his pants down to his knees before letting them drop to his ankles, where he kicks them off. When he looks back up at her, she is wide eyed and very flushed, which for some reason gives him a large sense of pride and ego.
Smirking softly, he reaches his arms out for her. She moves into his arms and hugs him, chest to chest.
"Wow...", she murmurs. "Sherlock...damn. I mean I've had my fair share of fantasies but...holy fuck."
He snorts and kisses the top of her head. "Thanks, Moll." A moment later he rolls his head back, moaning as her hand makes contact with his manhood, working him up to an even higher level of desire for her.
"Molly!", he exclaims, letting out a strangled gasp. "Oh fuck, Molly...please."
Molly smirks and looks up at his face. "Ooh, wow, we're begging now, are we? Who knew it could be so easy?", she giggles flirtatiously.
His reply comes as a low grunt, his hips involuntarily bucking into her palm. His hands come up to stroke her hips, moving around to her backside, squeezing her gently.
Molly gasps and bites her lip sexily. "Mmm...okay." She crawls back onto the bed and climbs into his lap, being very cautious of his leg. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kisses him deeply, then pulls away. "You're sure about this...about us? Just making sure you won't regret it."
"I don't regret it, I don't regret you, Molly Hooper. I've been an utter fool and I'm more than ready, as you can see. I want you. All of you. I'm positive."
"Good answer", she mumbles, resuming her searing kiss as he enthusiastically snogs her in return, wrapping his strong arms around her middle. Molly moans girlishly into his mouth as she lowers herself onto his length, and he moans loudly in pleasure as he feels her wet heat envelop him slowly.
Molly breathes hard on his lips as she adjusts to him, gripping his shoulders as her eyes flutter closed. Sherlock leans his forehead on hers and moans her name out loud without thinking about it, quite enjoying the way her name sounds on his lips in this context. "Oh fuck, you're soaked for me..."
"Mhmmm...all for you", she whimpers softly.
He roams his warm hands over every inch of skin he can touch as she begins to move on him, both of them moaning loudly in unison as she takes more of his large cock inside her.
"Oh fuck!", she yells out, throwing her head back in pleasure as she rides him, quickening the pace as he holds her sides and thrusts a bit beneath her.
"Yes, Sherlock! Oh God! Yes!", she squeaks, her wetness creating the perfect friction between them.
Sherlock grunts and moans over and over overwhelmed with how she feels on him. Her shouts of ecstasy go right through his veins, making him needier for her, wanting more. He begins to place hot kisses down her neck and collarbone, then moves further down, kissing her breasts and taking one in his mouth, working her flesh as her cries of desire get louder.
He works his tongue around one of her hardened nipples, reveling in her lovely squeals of pleasure, stopping only to quickly move on to the other, doing the same. All the while he uses his deliciously deep, velvety voice to moan Molly's name and noises of satisfaction of his own, encouraging her as she picks up the pace and rides him harder, faster, finally taking every inch of him.
"Fuck, Molly…Molly! Fuck yes, so good!"
Sherlock unabashedly yells out as he grips her hips and bucks up into her with need as much as he is able. He can feel his release quickly building with every wave of her body on his. Molly responds in kind, shamelessly screaming his name as her own release begins to peak. When Sherlock reaches down to pleasure her with his thumb as she bounces on him, her release crests and washes over her. She wails as her body begins to tremble under his ministrations. With one last thrust, Sherlock comes hard as well, blissfully crying out Molly's name as she slows and becomes fully seated on him.
Molly throws her arms around his middle and nuzzles his chest as she breathes hard, her body still quivering against his. "H-Holy f-fuck…Sherlock...", she whimpers pleasurably as she feels his entire length deep inside her, his release gratifyingly filling her.
Sherlock groans loudly and wraps his arms around her as well, nestling his nose into her hair. "Molly...my Molly...", he murmurs as they both slowly come down from their high. He tenderly strokes her jaw and guides her gaze up to him, dipping his head and kissing her slowly, purposefully, lovingly.
Molly lets her eyelids slip closed, kissing him back the same way, bringing her hand up to caress his jaw as well.
"Mmm", they both hum softly. Molly smiles on his lips and Sherlock opens his eyes slowly, a soft, genuine smile beginning to spread onto his own face, mirroring her own. Once her body is calm enough for her to carefully climb off of him, she does so shyly, a blush blooming on her cheeks. She's both completely euphoric and in a state of disbelief that it had happened. Molly Hooper had actually made love to Sherlock Holmes.
He continues to grin as he watches her (in very Molly fashion) clumsily make her way off his lap, trying not to look awkward, though her cheeks turn pink. A stark contrast to the woman she was mere moments ago, which is both amusing and incredible to him.
*Sherlock pulls her close to him again and strokes her cheek tenderly, making a point to look directly into her eyes so that she knows he is being truthful and open with what he says next.
Molly eagerly allows him to draw her close and can see his mind working, the gears turning, as she stares into his deep oceanic eyes, completely adoringly.
"I love you", he whispers softly to her, his voice a bit wobbly but without any undertone of being unsure.
Tears fill her eyes, knowing that this is pure and genuine. Completely of his own accord. "I love you too", she whispers back, a couple of tears spilling over her lids onto her cheek.
Sherlock brushes them away and strokes her hair softly. "You always have...even when I didn't deserve it. I-...I'm glad I didn't lose you, despite how long it took me. Very grateful. And this...this was...better than I could have ever imagined."
Molly traces his cheekbone and smiles brightly, unable to contain her happiness. "Better than you imagined, huh? That insinuates that you had imagined it, y'know."
"I know", he smirks softly. "One of my best-kept secrets."
Molly gapes and giggles softly, playfully slapping his chest. "You bad man, you."
Sherlock chuckles deeply and kisses her nose.
"I have a bit of a confession of my own then."
"Do you now?"
"Mhmm."
"And what would that be, Doctor Hooper?"
"Well, and I'm being completely serious, though it'll probably sound completely cliché and cringeworthy but...you were actually the best I've ever had", she murmurs softly.
Sherlock blushes a bit and strokes her sides delicately. "Is that so?"
"It is so, Mr. Holmes."
"Well, I'm inclined to agree on my own behalf. You were most definitely the best I've ever had. This was nothing short of mind-blowing, and as you know, it takes something over the top fantastic to blow my mind."
"Mhhh that's flattering. It's a whole new level of adoration when the two things that blow your mind are making love to me, and a quadruple murder. I am completely Sherlocked."
"What?", he laughs.
"Oh, yeah. It means that you said something super flattering and sweet, but that also compares to something totally in your realm of odd", Molly giggles. "At least, that's what I had named it. It's actually very endearing to me."
He continues to laugh. "Okay, I don't think you could even come up with another example of that."
"Of course I can. I also got Sherlocked when you complimented my new hair color months ago and then proceeded to say it reminded you of the dried-up coagulated blood you had been experimenting with the day before."
"Okay, okay, okay!", he snorts. "I get it, you win, I concede."
Molly smirks and kisses him sensually then pulls away. "I've learned to see it as endearing, as I said."
"Mh, well that's good. However, I was being completely truthful when I said you were mind-blowing, Molly. I mean that in a completely un-Sherlocked sexual way. Just so we are clear."
Molly beams. "Oh, I think it's crystal. I do have ears. I admit I was also loud, but I guess that means we were both mind-blowing", she smirks.
"Mmm, I suppose it does", he replies, his eyes twinkling with a playfulness Molly had never truly seen in him before. She can already tell she will adore knowing this side of him is just for her.
Suddenly the smile slowly leaves her face, and she chews on her lip nervously. "Sherlock...?"
"Yes, Molly?", he looks at her, concerned by her lack of a smile, having a feeling he knows why she is suddenly hesitant and unsure.
"Well...um..."
"Yes, Molly. I want to try. I want this to work. I.../I/ want to try. I can learn to be...whatever this is. I want this. With you, only with you. If you'll have me."
Molly hugs him close, snaking her arms around his neck and sniffling. "I'll have you, of course I will. I feel as if I was made for loving you. I want only you."
It's Sherlock's turn to tear up, unable to help it when he hears her words. "I may not know what to do in a lot, or maybe most situations, but I want to learn, I want to know...everything. I don't want to be hopeless. I want to be better than everyone sees me. You've always seen me as a better man than I am, I want to be the man that you already think I am. Because John was right...the chance never lasts forever, and life is gone before we know it. I don't...I don't always want to be alone; not anymore."
Tears drip down Molly's face as she moves back and cups his face. "Oh, Sherlock...we'll be alright. I know you; I don't easily give up. I most certainly will never give up on you. I promise."
"Thank you. I know hardly anything of what this entails, but I share your sentiment now. I was made not only for thinking, not only for crime-solving, or for puzzles, but for loving you as well. I feel that with every fiber of myself, I know that now. And I don't want to be hopeless. I want to be that man you envision when you think of me", he says shakily, tears streaking their way down his face, letting his heart become totally vulnerable to her.
Molly's lip trembles slightly as she wipes tears from his face. "Hold on, I have to make sure this isn't another one of my crazy dreams...I've been waiting so long", she says, chuckling through a sob.
"No...no more dreams. Just...a future. A chance. A fresh start."
Molly cuddles him and delicately trails her fingertips over his heart, feeling the steady pulsing under her touch. He does something similar, his fingertips lightly ghosting over each digit of her spine, as if he is building her more in-depth within his memory.
She smiles contentedly and goes to move her hands to stroke his back, but his hands quickly snap to her wrists, grabbing them to hold her back. "Don't", he demands.
Confused by his sudden change of tone, she looks up at him. Her confusion must be written all over her face, as he sighs defeatedly and releases her wrists gently. "I-I'm sorry..."
"What was that about?", she asks softly, treading lightly.
He casts his gaze downward and his expression is something she can't quite read. Like a mix between terrified and humiliated.