Chapter 6 - First Time

Hi Everyone! A short chapter before a longer one. Hope you enjoy! Thanks again for the support through kudos and reviews! :)

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Sherlock's arms came up around Molly, hesitantly at first, but soon he had one hand cradling the back of her neck and the other wrapped around her, pressing against her lower waist. He hadn't shaved in a couple days and she could feel the stubble of his chin against her chin as he moved to deepen the kiss, pressing her tongue gently against his lips until they parted. They kissed and embraced for what felt like hours and Molly could tell he was enjoying it when he pulled her closer. His hand grazed the side of her breast and down the side of her ribs. Thank god she didn't change out of her skirt she thought as his hands glided down and rested on her knee. He groaned a little when he felt the smooth area of her skin and Molly's hands did exploring of their own. She found he was lean and muscular and she was going crazy at the though of ripping off his shirt and seeing what was underneath.

When they eventually came up for air, she found herself in his lap, both of them blushing and panting, hair askew. Both of them want to continue but as he started to dip back in to kiss her gain Molly stopped him. He whined in protest as she slowly stood up and straighten her clothing and hair.

"Look Sherlock, I want you, Ive always wanted you but maybe we should take this slow… I mean we have never been on a date. I can't believe I'm saying this but I truly love you and the last couple days have been a rollercoaster of emotions for me. I'm not saying I don't want this," she pointed between them, bit her lip suggestively and continued, "It's just that I have waited for this for so long and I believe I deserve at least one date before this gets real. If we keep going, I'm going to be dragging into you into the bedroom and we won't be leaving there for hours. I want that too…ugh I'm babbling on but do you get what I'm trying to say?"

Sherlock stood up, fixed his clothing and Molly blushed as he adjusted his trousers. He then pulled her into a hug and kissed her forehead. They stood there in each others embrace and swayed to an invisible song. He slowly pulled them apart and holding onto her at arms length as he asked with a grin on his face,

"Dr Molly Hooper will you please join me for dinner?"

Molly's eyes brimmed with tears as the reality of the moment hit her like a wave. This is what she had always wanted and it was coming true.

"Sherlock Holmes I'd be absolutely honoured."

They hugged again and he gently leaned in and gave her kiss of happiness and promise.

"So I'm sure this hotel has a lovely restaurant, or we could go somewhere else, what do you think" Sherlock asked.

"Oh! I didn't realise you meant tonight, sure I'd love that. Let me just change quickly, why don't you call downstairs and see if they have tables available? She said as she went to the bedroom to get changed. She quickly took inventory of everything she had brought with her. Luckily she had went shopped a couple days ago. She quickly change her undergarments into a matching navy blue bra and underwear . They were lace and had a satin bow in the middle of the cups of the bra and on the hips of the underwear. She changed into a dark green long sleeve wrap dress that ended at the knee. She had just enough time to touch up her make up when Sherlock came in. He froze in place and looked her up and down. Molly self consciously finished braiding her hair to side and asked if she looked bad. She normally didn't wear clothes like this and even though she didn't feel like an imposter she didn't want to look like one.

"You are beautiful." He expressed. Molly blushed, smiled bashfully and thanked him. He told her there was a reservation now and as they made their way to the door Sherlock playfully asked,

"So does taking it slow mean no kissing at all?"

"Absolutely not…kissing is a given. She told him laughingly, turning to face him at the door. He was right behind her, tall and handsome, and he immediately pressed her up against the door and kiss her again, with vigour. Molly moaned, and enthusiastically joined in. She pressed herself against him and looped her arms around her neck and they melted together. He let out a moan of frustration before reaching for her waist and hiking her up, both her legs wrapping around his hips. She giggled as Sherlock brought one of his hands to rest on her bottom.

Using every last shred of self control, she released him and put both her feet back on the ground. Sherlock recognised the signal that their intense moment was coming to an end and stepped back from her.

"We better leave this room before I psychically can't anymore" Sherlock said as he pointed down towards the tent in his trousers.

"Oh my!" Molly blushed looked at it greedily.

"Ok let's go, quick, now." He said noticing the gleam in her eye. He all but pushed her out the door.

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After an exquisite meal they both walked back to her room. She took her hand in his and noticed how small her hand seemed in comparison to his.

"I had a lovely night, thank you," she told him sincerely. He smiled brightly and then ran a hand through his hair and said,

"I did too."

He leaned towards her and placed a light kiss on her lips before backing away.

"Where are you going?" Molly asked.

"To get a room." He explained.

She held his hand tighter and pulled him towards the bedroom and said,

"Stay."

Her intentions were very clear.

"As you wish."

Once in the bedroom Molly noticed that the shadows created by the lamp's glow created an intimate setting. She had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and was feeling more confident than normal. She pulled at lapels of his jacket indicting to him to take it off. She then stood close to him and took each button of his shirt in her hand and released them from the holes. She then slid her hands under his shirt and felt the smooth expanse of his chest. She slowly pushed the shirt off of his shoulders and watched as it pooled at his feet.

"Holy shit." She whispered. Swallowing hard she reached for the button his trousers, wanting to see more but his hands stopped her. She look up at him with confusion, and his hands grabbed the ribbon from her wrap dress. His eyes begged for permission and she nodded. He pulled at the ribbon and her dress all open. She shrugged her shoulders and the dress slowly fell to the floor. She was now standing in her bra and underwear, quickly disposed of them, and suddenly felt shy as she stood before him completely naked. She touched his chest again, her fingertips feeling hot against him. His breathe shuttered the her hands reached his waistband, and she looked up to see eagerness and uncertainty mingled together on his face.

He was nervous, that was obvious, and she could not begin to understand why a man like him could possibly be nervous in this situation. She climbed on to the bed first , kneeled at foot of the bed, and grabbed him and kissed him gently twice before deepening the kiss. He quickly pulled his trousers and briefs off in one fell swoop. He grabbed her face and put one knee on the bed next to her gently nudging her on to her back, leading him to hover over her. She lay back completely to take in his naked form in all its glory and she wasn't disappointed. She could believe this was happening, she wanted this for so long. He looked like a man starved as he looked her over until hesitation started creeping back on his face.

"Sherlock… what's wrong?" She murmured as her hand wrapped around her shoulders and pulled him down on top of her. He took a deep breath when she began nuzzling his neck.

"I'm not sure how to say this. I've never done this before. I understand the rudimentary motions but I've personally never got this far…with anyone."

Molly paused and pulled away from his neck in shock and asked,

"What about Janine?'

"Tabloid fodder she sold to the highest bidder. It wasn't true." Sherlock exclaimed embarrassingly.

"Ok" she relied in a calm voice as she could muster, well aware that with one of her legs hooked over his hip like was and not a stick of clothing between them, they were literally a moment away of dealing with that problem.

"Do you not want to?" She asked him carefully as her hand was drawn to a loose lock of his dark hair lying across his forehead.

"I do, I just might not be…good at it."

Molly took control and told him to lie on his back. She straddled him and leaned in for a kiss. She was panting with want and said,

"Don't worry…I'll show you."

And showed him she did.

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