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Sherlock didn't hesitate and lifted her up with no apparent effort chuckling in response at her chocked squeal. He held Molly tightly to him, hiding his face in the crook of her neck and as he nuzzled against her soft skin left a light trail of kisses up to below her ear, where he knew was a spot that made her whimper.
As expected, Molly instinctively tilted her head moving her hair out of the way and exposing that particular spot to him for easier access. Sherlock wondered, as her sweet little noises of approval only increased his need and desire for her, how he could have even thought of giving her up.
In his own defence he could only say that he had been overwhelmed by those complicated little emotions which, as his sister had recently reminded him, always destroyed him. So it was in a moment of sheer madness he contemplated the idea that it was better for Molly to be without him.
But then he had spent the whole night lying next to her, watching her sleep, hearing her slow steady breathing. He couldn't take his eyes off her even for a minute. He had observed all those cute little changes of expression crossing Molly's face, and had realized he was smiling foolishly like a teen ager at his first crush who was spying on the girl of his dreams.
The moment she had rolled onto her right side and faced him, Sherlock had seen a beaming smile settling on her sleeping face. His heart had skipped a beat. She was so beautiful. Her countenance blissful. Sherlock had raised his hand hovering over her cheek but had pulled it back when his name had left her lips in a soft whisper. She was dreaming, dreaming of him.
And suddenly, as if by magic, all became so clear to Sherlock. Fear of risking of losing her forever vanished like the mist at the dawn of a new day as is mind silenced, destroyed, deleted all those rational and restless thoughts that wanted, almost demanded, he was selfish and gave Molly the opportunity to live a better life than he could offer her.
Finally, Sherlock had realized. He could make Molly happy. In his own way, of course. But Molly had never asked for anything more that to be loved by him. She had never asked him to be what he wasn't or to change for her sake. And he couldn't lose that. He couldn't afford to screw it all up and force that amazing human being out of his life!
Ending their newly blossomed romantic relationship would be like admitting she was right in being reluctant to trust him with her heart or, even worse, it would prove that Molly had been just a tantrum to him. Sherlock could already hear his older brother's voice commenting sarcastically, "He acted riding on high emotions but once they had calmed down…Well, you all know what Sherlock is like! He lost interest, he was bored. He isn't that emotionally ready or capable for commitment. All that matters to him is his Work".
But all of this was not true. No one could doubt how he felt about Molly. Sherlock loved her, deeply, as he had never loved anyone else. He needed her like oxygen to breathe.
And if the furious hammering of his heart whenever Molly was around wasn't enough of a clue, then Sherlock could add he felt a fluttering in his stomach every time he saw her, or his breath stuck in his throat when their eyes locked. He was ready to confess to anyone and without any hesitation that his thoughts were plagued by her. His dreams were haunted by her presence, her smile, her golden brown eyes.
And yes, for God's sake, he wanted her as he had never wanted anyone else in his life. For years sex hadn't mattered to him. It's always been his thought that people craved it out of simple procreation instinct, or to relieve stress, or as a result of getting high. But with Molly he understood that sex was so much more. It went far beyond physical intercourse. It brought about the fusion of their souls. In her arms he felt loved and safe, and he was sure the same was also true for Molly.
"Sherlock" he heard her whispered softly as she cup his jaw with her hand and tilt his head to get his attention, "What's going on in your beautiful mind?". He squinted not understanding what she was talking about, "We've been in here for a few minutes now" she said smiling at him in a cheeky way, "Do you want to have sex standing up? Are you considering which is the most solid wall for…" she stopped and giggled.
Sherlock placed her gently down on the floor and kneading her buttocks, he murmured in her ear "I like the suggestion, but no. For the two of us, I have other plans" and in saying this he backed away a little and hastily got rid of her nightgown.
"Plans? What plans?" Molly asked as she let him pushed her back in small steps towards the bed, "Oh, you'll find out soon, missy!" he replied with a glint of pure desire in his seductive eyes as he shed his pyjama bottoms and she sat on the edge of the mattress.
It was matter of moments before Sherlock's thumbs hooked to the sides of her now damp knickers and Molly lifted her hips for him to take them off. He looked down at her, totally enraptured. Her eyes were half closed, heavy with lust and desire. Her lips slightly parted and swollen from their kisses. A low blush on her cheeks. Her breasts rising and falling to the rhythm of her breath.
"You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" he whispered softly stroking her cheek. Molly bit her lip, "You make me feel beautiful" her arms looped around his neck, "And naughty…" she added as she pulled him down to kiss him. A slow, deep kiss into which Molly conveyed all the love and attraction she felt for him and that had Sherlock moaning into her mouth.
Sherlock motioned for her to move to the centre of the bed and she willingly indulged him. But when, after lying down, he asked her to straddle him, Molly shook her head. In response at Sherlock's astonished gaze, she knelt on the mattress beside him and by the times his hands threaded into her hair Molly was letting her hand travel down his chest, "I have plans too, Mr Holmes" she murmured biting her lip and half smiling at him before kissing her way down to his flat stomach stopping just above his navel.
She looked up at him and saw his expression change as he realized what she was about to do, "Molly" his voice was deep and hoarse, "I don't think that's…" he swallowed and breathed deeply, "A good idea. I…I won't last long if you…" he paused to take a meaningful look at his erection and her mouth.
Molly put a finger over his lips shushing him and without taking her eyes from his, she took him in her hand. She felt rather than saw that he had thrown his head back on the pillow, his hand clutching at the headboard. Slowly she started moving her hand up and down, his pre-cum already leaking out and making him slick.
Her hand went up and down once, twice, three more time then she took him in her mouth. To each of his groan or hum of appreciation, Molly took him in a little more until she could feel his hips start rocking into her and his moans got louder mixed with expletives and pleadings of her name. She pulled herself off him, "Jesus…Molly" for a moment his eyes rolled back in his head and hearing him sounding so undone made her feel powerful. She straddled him and Sherlock's hands shifted to her bum urging her to slide onto him.
They both stilled, eyes locked to each other, relishing feelings and sensation running through their bodies. Then Molly slowly started rocking against him. His hands cupped her jaw and with a finger outlined the edge of her lips. Molly gave an approving moan and, as she pinched Sherlock's flat nipples, captured his digit in her mouth licking and sucking alternatively.
Sherlock groaned loud, his mind recreating what Molly's mouth just did on him and instinctively he pressed his hips upwards against her encouraging her to move faster. He felt her brace her hand on the headboard so she could thrust back onto him harder and start to rise his climax. She was close to her own one.
It was evident to Sherlock as he felt her internal muscles convulsing and contracting around him. All he wanted was for her to come first so he lifted his head and took her breast into his mouth. His tongue slid over her dusky pink nipple and then he bit down just enough to feed her arousal. Molly moaned out aloud as she came, her free hand holding Sherlock's head to her chest.
As she started to come down from her high they rolled, still joined, until Molly was on her back and Sherlock was covering her body with his. Molly's knees instinctively went on his waist as he start to thrust into her. Her hands and mouth touched and kissed every part of Sherlock's skin she could reach to give him just what he needed to achieve his own climax.
He gasped as he felt her nails scraping his flesh as they travelled from his butt to his shoulders and when Molly sucked the skin at the base of his neck, that was all it took to bring him over the edge. He closed his eyes and gave into all the sensations the beautiful woman squirming under him was creating. He linked her hands in his, their fingers twining together as his body rode out waves of pleasure.
Eventually Sherlock rested his forehead on hers for a few moments breathing heavily before collapsing onto his back and preventing Molly from holding up his weight. She turned her head to look at him, his body still shuddering, his eyes closed. "Are you okay?" she asked in a whisper, sprawling her hand on his chest.
He smiled and rolled onto his side, as he put an arm at the small of her back he drew her closer, "Never been better in my life" he let his eyes travel all over her face, softly moving a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"I was thinking you should move permanently" he said in the end smiling again and leaning over to kiss her, slowly and sweetly. "It doesn't really make sense for you to stay in your flat. It's too big and too far from Bart's. And I'm sure Toby wouldn't have a hard time getting used to your new place…".
"Hey, slow down for a moment!" Molly leant up on one elbow as she placed her other hand over his mouth to interrupt his flow of words, "Moving? New place? What are you talking about, Sherlock? Why should I move? And above all, where?".
Sherlock frowned at her "I thought it was obvious" he said after a few seconds as he sat up with his back against the headboard, "But maybe you're right. I'm the one who has to move". This time it was Molly who frowned at him, "Your flat is definitely more home than Baker Street. I could use this place as an office though" he explained, quoting with his fingers the words 'home' and 'office'.
"Here I would meet my clients and study their cases. John could assist me when he is not busy with Rosie or the clinic. I could conduct my experiments without worrying about separating edible foods from human body parts in the fridge, just as I could keep the microscope and the rest of my equipment on the kitchen table… And I could sleep here when you have the night shift…although I can never sleep decently when I work on a case or you don't share a bed with me".
He had spoken in his typical Sherlockian way. One sentence after another. No pauses, no interruptions, no breathing…rapid-fire words that were the full outpouring of his innermost thoughts, which had made Molly's heart beat faster, but that she hadn't interrupted for fear of misunderstanding what was implied in his words.
Sherlock let his eyes travel over the room and then nodded to himself. "Yes, it would also be the perfect solution not to leave Mrs Hudson alone too long. Although she is smart, she is still of a certain age!" he kept going, as Molly gently slipped into his lap and looked down at him with attentive eyes.
"I want a place I can feel home, Molly. And I can't think a better place than your flat. It was my favourite bolt hole for a long time because of you…because I could surround myself with you even when you weren't there".
Molly brought her hands up to his face, "Are you asking me what I think you are asking me, Sherlock?". His hands slid along her bare back until they lingered on her backside, "What do you think I'm asking you, Molly?" he smirked pressing her against him, "You tell me. I want to hear you say it" she stated as her hands dug into his ruffled curly hair.
He smirked again before being serious, "Molly Hooper, I want us to be happy. I want the two of us to live together. I don't care if here or elsewhere…even if, as I have just explained to you, your flat seems to me the most appropriate place" he gently ran his hands up and down her thighs, "So…what's your answer?". Molly bit her lip as a concerned look spread on her face making Sherlock's heart leap, "Please, say yes" he silently pleaded finding himself unable to speak. What would he do if she said no? He wasn't ready to hear say no.
When she glanced away and her hands went down to his chest as if to keep him at a safe distance, Sherlock's stomach twisted in anticipation of her negative response. "Aren't you happy like that?" she asked instead in a breathless murmur, her eyes searching for his. Sherlock hastened to take Molly's hands in his and lift them to his face, "Of course I am! More than I ever thought possible. I love you" he said, the words tumbling out in a quiet firmness, "I love you" he repeated alternatively kissing the inside of her wrists.
"But I can understand if you don't feel ready to live with me…I promised you not to have second thoughts about the two of us and instead in the last few days I have done nothing but brood that it was better for you to be without me" he growled in frustration as he threw back his head against the headboard.
"But you must know that they were related to your personal safety and certainly not to what I feel for you" he curled his arms around her and pulled her close, "Please, Molly!". She rested her head on his shoulder as her arms looped around his neck, "I know you love me. But are you sure you're ready? I mean…living together is a huge decision. It's a bit like being married, at least for me. And by that I don't mean we have to get married. It's…it's a serious commitment".
Sherlock rolled them on the mattress so he could looked her in the eye, "I'm absolutely sure. You have changed me, Molly Hooper. There will be other times when I will go back to being the old me, but I cannot and I do not want my days and especially my nights to pass without you next to me".
He bent his head and kissed her and Molly lost herself in his kiss, "Okay, then" she agreed. Sherlock's eyes, very blue at that moment, lit up with a bright light as his hand held her face and his fingers tangled in her hair. A sense of relief and joy that went beyond words flooded his whole being at her words, "I promise you'll never regret it". Molly giggled as she locked her legs over his backside hugging him to her, "No promises, Sherlock Holmes. Just love me. It will be enough". Sherlock smiled and slid his thumb on her lips, "What have I ever done to deserve you?", she shrugged "Be as you are".
"Now stop talking, Mr Holmes and show me what were your plans for us". Sherlock grinned and bend his head towards her neck, "Happy to oblige, Miss Hooper. The game is on!".