Chapter 14

Sherlock moved a hand behind her back to support her and leaned to her breasts to circle his tongue around her nipples, one at a time and then sucked them causing her to gasp and cling to his curls with more energy. Maybe he hadn't had much experience but he certainly wasn't a virgin. He knew very well how to use his hands, mouth and tongue.

He traced back to her neck kissing and licking her skin "You're right. I'm not a virgin" he whispered in her ear, "You know my methods. When I don't understand something I do experiments", she quietly looked into his beautiful eyes, "And that's exactly what I did during Uni's day" Sherlock continued moving Molly against the door, "So I know perfectly well how to please a woman, even if I hadn't practiced for many years" he grinned running his thumbs in the elastic band of her knickers.

"But don't worry, in the last few months I've been doing a general revision" he stated smiling at her in a smugly way as he slid her knickers in one go down to her ankles. Molly put her hands on his chest, "What do you mean by 'general revision'?" she asked her blood running so fast through her veins, "In here" Sherlock replied touching his temple with his fingers, "With you as starring role. You were always with me. In my dreams, in my mind palace".

Molly met his gaze and her heart stopped. Sherlock was looking at her exactly as he had looked at her the night he went to ask her to help him 'not to die'. It had been the night her crush turned into love because the man hiding under the cold detective had shown himself to her, with his weaknesses and fears. It had been 'their' night, in which both of them had been fully themselves and in which she had felt Sherlock valued her as a very special person.

Molly saw a mixture of emotions in his blue-green eyes, "How am I then in your mind palace?" she asked, eagerly pulling his shirt's hems out of his trousers, "You're my co-worker, my friend, my partner…my lover" he punctuated that word, leaning his head slightly towards her. While he was talking Molly's fingers begun to undo the buttons of his shirt exposing his torso, "Lover? Really?" she helped him slide the shirt off his shoulders.

"I didn't think you thought of me that way" she said with a childish grin as her hands started stroking his chest causing an intake of breath from him. Sherlock cupped her face and sneaked his tongue into her mouth, hungry and eager. Molly moaned loudly and clung greedily on his lips.

Sherlock would have liked to add that she was the only one had ever counted, the only one who ruled his mind and his heart but that was not time for words. He took hold of her at the back of her thighs and lifted her off the floor, and moaned when he felt her bare breasts against his chest. Molly instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist hiding her face in the hollow of his neck kissing her way up from his shoulder to the shell of his ear.

Sherlock gently laid her down on the bed and Molly sat up, leaned back on her arms and raised her head to face him with a mischievous smile "You're overly dressed" she stated as he looked down at her biting his lower lip with lust-filled eyes. Molly pulled herself up and gently moved him towards her by his trousers' waistband, starting to undo the button and zipper.

She had her eyes fixed on his face as she kissed him on his fit stomach and when Molly's mouth reached his navel, Sherlock tangled his fingers through her hair and claimed her lips for a searing kiss.

At the same time he slipped his trousers and boxer down his legs in one go. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen and red, and her pupils so dilated that the brown irises no longer visible. Sherlock was sure his face mirrored hers.

Molly settled herself on the edge of the mattress just enough to caress his hips and his nest of curls. Every touch, every kiss Molly placed on him made his whole body and soul turn on. Oh, God how much he loved her! It wasn't his fantasy. Sherlock wasn't in his mind palace. It was all real. Molly was really there with him, in his arms.

She looped her right arm around his neck, claiming Sherlock down to her level and then ran her hands through his hair, intertwining her fingers in his curls. He knelt before her positioning himself between her legs and softly brushing her hair away from her face, then pressed his mouth on hers.

As the kiss gradually became deeper and more passionate, Sherlock thought he could spend his entire life just kissing her. Molly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, tighten him closer to her, savouring the sweetness and sensuality of that kiss.

She let out a muffled moan when Sherlock kissed his way down her body and begged his name as he licked the inside of her right thigh before running his tongue and mouth on her aroused sex. When Molly felt she was close to coming undone, bit her lower lip hard and gripped the sheets tightly. In reaching her climax she cried out Sherlock's name and rolled back her head into the mattress, and her legs started shaking.

When Molly open her eyes, she saw Sherlock towering over her, supporting himself with his arms on the mattress. Never has she seen such an expression of self-satisfaction and naughtiness on his face. Helping herself with her elbows, she backed up to the head board and so he climbed onto the bed. Staring deeply into his eyes with a sudden move, Molly made him roll over and lie down on his back, straddling his lap.

Sherlock put his hands on her hips and moved to push himself in a sitting position. Molly took him in her hand, stroking gently. He hissed, straightening his back and tightened his grip on her hips. "Condom?" she asked and he shook his head negatively "I didn't think we'd get to…this, right away" he answered taking hold of her wrist and bringing her hand to his chest, "I'm clean, Molly. I swear".

She stood still feeling the accelerated beating of his heart under her hand, he took her other hand and brought it to his mouth to kiss her palm. Sherlock sighed looking her straight in the eye, placed a hand on the small of her back bringing her closer to him so her breasts touched his chest and his hard-on pressed against her core, "I…I love you" his other hand cupped her cheek, "I love you" he repeated, his voice hoarse and quivering.

"I love you too, Sherlock" Molly said and before he could say anything else, she placed her hand firmly on his nape and her tongue, parting his lips, slipped into his mouth. After a few seconds of hesitation, Sherlock returned her kiss with equal enthusiasm, crashing her body on his and sliding his hand into her centre.

Molly clung to him, kissing every inch of his face, as he worked her with his thumb. When she started grinding against his hips, Sherlock nibbled her ear's lobe "I don't think I'm ready yet" he said and pressed his lips on a spot between her neck and shoulder, at first nipping gently with his teeth and then sucking on a dark spot.

Molly moaned rolling back her head, then cupping his jaw with her hands and staring into his smouldering eyes, she said "I'll handle that". So she boldly captured his lips and demanded to enter his mouth and Sherlock let her dominate the kiss, enchanted by her assertiveness.

A hoarse moan escaped him as she passionately sucked his tongue and after giving him a badass smile, Molly went down on him. When Sherlock moaned her name, she gently positioned him at her wet entrance and he pushed into her expressing his pleasure with a soft groan.

Molly closed her eyes starting slowly rocking forward and backward. Sherlock hid his face in the hollow of her neck, in her hair, alternating kisses and nibbling on her shoulder. Molly's ride pace was slow and Sherlock tugged lightly her hair to throw her head back and be able to kiss her neck.

As he watched her, enchanted by her expression of pure bliss, he felt an intense sensation of wholeness. Without realizing it he began to whisper her name like a chant, his breath becoming harsher "Don't leave me anymore" he begged, leaving devastating kisses on her jugular, "I need you" he pulled her hips down to meet his upward thrusts, "I want you. All of you".

She sped up her pace, helplessly lost. He cupped his hands on her jaw making her to look at him "It was always you and me, Molly", the fingers of his right hand slid over her tattoo "You always knew" he gasped. "Stupid me" his mouth was on hers, swallowing her moans and holding her close. Molly searched his face and saw only vulnerability in his eyes and emotion in his voice. "Molly, slow down" he softly murmured as she lost her rhythm overwhelmed by all those emotions.

Suddenly, Sherlock rolled over laying Molly on her back and braced his arms on the mattress "I want to see you" he said leaning forward to kiss her slowly and fully as kept their pace. It didn't took long for her to come undone with a low cry of his name and Sherlock followed her just a few more thrusts.

He collapsed exhausted on her, who took him in her arms, stroking his back beaded with sweat from the effort. Then he slid onto his left side, next to her, with his right open palm hand in the valley between her breasts as his left rested on the crown of Molly's head stroking her forehead gently with his thumb.

Molly rolled onto her stomach, her chin on the back of the hand she placed on Sherlock's chest and asked him "Would you really have carried out your threat?". He had put his arm under his head and was playing languidly with her hair whit his free hand. There was no need to specify what she was referring to, "I don't know".

Sherlock looked into her eyes "I could never have killed my brother or John. In a way I was sure I had lost you. Even if my sister hadn't blown you up, I was sure you would never forgive me for having forced you to confess what you felt for me. A feeling that you had so jealously guarded". He gently ran his fingertips over her face "When I arrived at the safe house and saw how much the Sherrinford's footage had upset you, I realized that maybe I hadn't lost you…that I could at least recover our friendship".

He stopped for a few seconds caressing her shoulder absent-mindedly "I chose not to stop and think about all that emotions that rained down on me that day. I was too afraid of them, so I focused on the rest" Sherlock brought her hand to his cheek, leaning into it.

"I had to help Mycroft manage my parents who were convinced Eurus was dead. Eurus herself had to be 'fixed' in the best possible way. The remains of my friend Victor had to be recovered and returned to his family. My flat needed to be refurbished. All things that required me to be the usual me, cold and clear headed" he placed a tender kiss on the inside of her wrist.

"And after you fixed everything you needed to fix, something has changed?" Molly asked running her thumb along his lower lip. Sherlock nodded and gave her a look so intense, it took her breath away "You left" he murmured without taking his eyes off her, "You have no idea what these months without you have been like" he added nibbling gently her thumb's fingertip.

Molly let out a long sigh "Then tell me, Sherlock" she murmured as she cupped his jaw and rested her forehead against his "Tell me how you felt" she closed her eyes, "I felt alone", he took a deep sigh, "I missed you. Your smile, your dimples. Our long silences, our laughter, our water battles. I didn't think it was possible, Molly, but without you, my life in those six months seemed empty", she didn't move listening carefully to him.

"I needed you. The way you hold my hand when we happen to fall asleep together or your look when I act like a complete ass. During your absence I have slept in your bed several times just to sense your smell"

Molly's eyes snapped quickly to meet his, her hand motionless on the bare skin of his torso, "And I found myself thinking of you in my arms, naked or not, more and more often, until I had to admit that yes, I wanted you. I want you, Molly, in my bed as well as in my life because only with you next to me I feel complete".

She had remained silent aware that for Sherlock to confess his feelings had not been easy, "A penny for your thoughts" she heard him to say her as his left hand gently stroked her nape, "I love you, Sherlock" a broad smile lit up his face "I know" he whispered softly, his beautiful eyes, bright and moved, rested on her lips for a few moments before bringing their lips together in a sensual kiss.

Sherlock cupped her jaw with his hands and looking deeply into her honey-coloured eyes and said "You know I have a lot of enemies and my cases aren't always straightforward…", "Hush!" Molly interrupted placing her index finger on his lips, "Nothing scares me if you are with me. And, if anything ever happens to me, I know you will do everything to protect and save me" she whispered as she looped her arms around his neck capturing his lips in a kiss full of love.

They spent the morning and part of the afternoon in bed. Talking, laughing, dozing, cuddling and making love, until when Sherlock's phone rang insistently. He gave Molly a sorry look and leaned out of bed to pick up his trousers from the floor and take the device out of one of the pockets. "Tell me, DI" he said resuming the lying position and listening in silence to the cop for a few minutes, "Okay, I'll be there in an hour".

"News?" she asked pulling herself up on her elbow, "The found the murderer's weapon. Anderson is taking it to Bart's" explained Sherlock, "It's okay. I have to go to Sean for the last injection, and then I'm going home…I need to change" she said smiling at him, "But before we part…" her smile became intriguing as she took his hand and put it between her legs.

"Since when are you a naughty girl, Molly Hooper?" asked Sherlock not to be able to take his eyes off hers, "You make me feel naughty, Sherlock Holmes. What are you going to do about it?", he chuckled and helped her lie down while he worked her centre with his thumb and index finger.

Molly arched her back and plunged her hips against his hand, he licked and sucked her nipples, then kissed his way on her ear "What would you answer if…", her moans of pleasure became louder and before finishing the question Sherlock waited for her to reach her climax, "If I asked you to marry me?".

"Yes, yes" she mumbled, he stopped for a brief moment as she rode out the waves of her pleasure, then he put his fingers back in caressing her wet core "Is this your answer to my question or an approving for my skill?", she quivered under him and swallowing hard Molly said "Both".