Author's note 1: Okay, this is the big one and yes, it is rated M for a reason. Some of my more sensitive readers may wish to gloss over this chapter or skip it entirely, and the next one as well. For those of you who are used to my style of writing in my other M-rated stories, and don't have a problem with the way I write love scenes, it's still follows the same pattern. I do not use explicit words nor do I go into graphic detail, but yes, the reader is going to know what is happening.


Sherlock's heart pounded as he kissed Molly passionately. His body was crying out for fulfillment in a way even worse than it had ever done on those occasions during their engagement when they had become carried away.

Finally being able to kiss Molly's breasts as he had wanted to do for so long, and to see her sweet curves again was exquisite torture. Even the sight of her shapely bottom had sent a surge of heat through him that manifested in this ache he now felt. She was so beautiful in every way. But he was also very aware that she was slightly nervous. He was going to make sure this night was unforgettable in the best way possible. He had done the research. He knew the key was maximum preparation, and that Molly had to be relaxed as well. He needed her to forget any fears she had, and just concentrate on feelings instead.

"Would you prefer it if I turn off the lamp?" he asked, removing his mouth from hers and pulling back slightly to look into her eyes.

He held his breath as he waited for her response. She thought a moment, then shook her head. "No, Sherlock. I want to be able to see you. I don't want making love to be about something that is done in the dark, but something that is a celebration of our love. Would you rather have the light off?" she questioned, a little hesitantly.

"Not at all," he assured her, kissing the tip of her nose. "You know I just want you to be comfortable."

"And that's one of the things I love most about you. You always put my needs ahead of your own, even now, when I can feel how much you want me." Her gaze was soft, as was her voice.

"We have all night Molly, my darling. Besides, we've waited months for this night." Then he added, with a quirk to his lips, "I do suggest we get back to our non-verbal communication, however."

She agreed without words, pulling his head back down to hers. This time he did not move his mouth from hers, but instead returned to using his hand for exploration, tracing a line that went from the side of her body down to her hip. He hesitated when he found the fabric of her knickers, not sure whether he should attempt to take them off or not. She answered his unspoken question by lifting her hips off the bed so he could remove the knickers.

Much as he wanted to look at Molly completely in her nakedness, save for the necklace, Sherlock didn't want her to feel shy and become tense in any way. They had a lifetime ahead for him to gaze upon her beautiful body. No, he would continue to express his love in kisses and touches and this is what he proceeded to do. He kissed her as his questing hand explored the previously forbidden part of her body, reacting to her little gasps and moans of pleasure, allowing them to guide him to where she was most sensitive to his touch. It is rather like tuning a violin, he thought in wonder, searching for the perfect pitch. His heart hammered with excitement, as he felt Molly start to write beneath him, at the sensations he was evoking in her. It was incredibly erotic, yet beautiful at the same time. When she finally cried out into his mouth, her body convulsing with the sensations he had aroused in her, he thought it was the most amazing thing he had ever experienced, and they hadn't even made love yet.

"Sherlock," she said breathlessly, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of her chest, "that was incredible, like nothing I've ever experienced, but please - make love to me now. I need to be with you properly."

He hesitated, remembering her earlier fear, but he saw no fear in her eyes now whatsoever. Her lips were slightly parted and he saw the naked desire in her eyes, the yearning for them to be together fully.

She confirmed his questioning look by adding, "I'm not afraid anymore, Sherlock. I'm ready for this, for you."

Those were the words he had been waiting to hear. He moved himself into position above her, placing a hand on one side of her for support, the other guiding and seeking, finally giving his body what it had longed for so desperately, for so many weeks. He kept his eyes fixed on Molly's, watching for any signs of discomfort as he moved slowly to join his body with hers intimately. But there was no resistance as he felt the welcome of her body for the first time. He squeezed his eyes shut and a sigh of pleasure escaped his lips, as warmth spread through his body, even as his heart thumped almost painfully. He paused, wanting to commit this moment to memory, this feeling of absolute, exquisite oneness in being with the woman he adored. He heard Molly sigh beneath him and opened his eyes to stare into the coffee coloured depths of her own.

"Okay?" he asked, looking at her searchingly, raising his hand to her cheek, wanting to be sure her sigh had not been because of any discomfort she was feeling.

"More than okay," she breathed, shifting her hips slightly. Her hands reached to settle gently onto his own hips and he took that as his invitation to continue. He gave himself over to the overwhelming need that surged through him, wanting, no, needing to express his love for her in the way uniquely designed for a man and woman by the Creator.

And as they made love for the first time, it was everything Sherlock could have hoped for, dreamed of. Molly's body was so yielding, so captivating. They gazed at one another in wonder when they weren't exchanging frequent kisses. Their soft sounds of love and passion filled the room as they gave and accepted the gift of each other's virginity, knowing it to be something infinitely precious and profound.

When at last he collapsed onto her, spent from an exhaustion that was different from anything he had ever felt before, Sherlock knew it had been worth waiting for, she had been worth waiting for. Theirs was a union that was blessed by God, sanctified in the church where they had made their vows a few hours earlier.

"My God, how I love you," he declared hoarsely, his voice not quite steady. He slid off of Molly, sliding an arm beneath her head so he could lay beside her sideways and still look into her eyes. Her face was flushed, and their breathing was still ragged from the exertion, as he murmured huskily, placing a gentle hand against her cheek, "That was, well, it was incredible, unbelievable, my love." His eyes searched her face, as his finger traced the curve of her rather kiss-swollen lips. "How was it for you?"

Her lips trembled slightly at his delicate caress and they curved upwards before she spoke, her own voice still a little breathless. He was both gratified and satisfied with her succinct response. "Mind-blowing, Sherlock." He couldn't prevent the grin that spread across his face as she added, "Just as you said it would be."

He clearly remembered the list he had made, the steps he had planned to take with Molly as they tried to get through their engagement without succumbing to the ultimate temptation. Six steps on the front of the page, and actually they had not gone further than step four in the end, at least not after he had made the list. On the back of the page though he had boldly written -

7. Kiss Molly all over on wedding night and blow her mind with awesome lovemaking aka SEX.

Well, he hadn't kissed her all over yet, but the wedding night was not over either, he reflected, before he reached to pull the duvet onto them, and they both fell into a sleep of utter contentment, not even bothering to turn off the lamp.

When Sherlock opened his eyes, for a moment he was uncertain where he was. Then he realized he was holding Molly against him and she was his wife. He quickly became aware of two things – Molly's hair was tickling his nose, and he could smell the hairspray that had been used on it. The other thing he became aware of was that his body was reacting to having Molly cuddled up to him with no knickers or boxers between them. Experimentally he traced his hand along her breast, hoping she would wake.

She made a contented little sound and shifted her position, then opened her eyes. "Hi," she said, smiling at him. "Is it morning already?"

Sherlock chuckled. "I think we still have a few hours. But I'd really like to not waste them in too much sleep, if you know what I mean." He nudged his body against hers so she would be aware of exactly what he meant. "Besides, I promised I'd kiss you all over your body on our wedding night, and I haven't done that yet."

"Who am I to deny you from doing what you promised?" she said, peeking at him flirtatiously from beneath her lashes. Oh, but she was adorable, he thought, settling a brief kiss on her lips, then moving his attentions to other parts of her body. He trailed kisses from her shoulder to the tips of her fingers, Then he repeated the process with the other one. He spent some time on the soft curves of her breasts once again. Those are definitely one of my favourite parts of her anatomy, he thought to himself, lavishing them with licks and kisses that made her giggle and gasp and clutch at his hair.

Then he kissed her back, her legs and her feet, before moving to kiss her belly and dip his tongue into her belly button as she giggled again. He alternated between the light kisses that made her laugh, and the ones that made her gasp with pleasure. And then he was exploring her intimately, a little surprised, yet delighted to find he really enjoyed the experience himself. She tensed at first, obviously shy at experiencing this new kind of intimacy for the first time, but he persisted, coaxing her into surrendering to his ministrations until she shuddered and let out a strangled cry, as her hands clutched convulsively into his curls.

Satisfaction and desire shot through him then, as she released her death hold on his hair. He lifted his head and drew himself back up to look at his wife. He was shocked to see that tears were running down her cheeks.

"Molly?" His brows drew together in concern. Had he hurt her? Was that a cry of pain rather than of pleasure? "Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Was it not...good?"

To his relief, she smiled at him through her tears. "No, Sherlock. You didn't hurt me. In fact it was the most amazing, intense thing I've ever experienced. I don't know why I'm crying, maybe it's the emotional release that follows something like that?" She sniffled, swiping a hand at the tears on her cheeks.

"Thank God," he breathed. He was a little surprised when she sat up and pulled him towards her, kissing him deeply.

He was even more surprised when she said seductively, reaching a hand to a certain part of his anatomy that was begging for attention, "Now, it's my turn."

Wild sensations ran through him at her inexperienced yet eager attention to him. Much as he enjoyed it though, he knew he wanted to be with her again, feeling her body as they made love.

"Enough, Molly," he entreated, casting his glance downwards and stroking her uncomfortably stiff hair, and she obeyed, laying back on the bed and inviting him with her body to be with her again. This time she was as eager as he was, and he exulted in their union, feeling her passionate response as she urged him on, until they were both exhausted and spent from the ecstasy that came from being together in the closest way possible.

He held her serenely afterwards, wanting to kiss her hair, but the stiffness of it was a bit off-putting. She pulled away from him suddenly. "Gotta use the loo."

He watched her walk to the bathroom, admiring the rounded shape of her bottom as she went, then realized he needed to use the toilet too. It had been a few hours, after all. He got out of bed and waited for Molly to exit the bathroom, laughing when she opened the door and jumped, seeing him standing there. His eyes raked over her perfect figure. What was it about a woman wearing nothing but a necklace that was so alluring? he wondered.

But he didn't have time to think about that now, or it would become difficult to use the toilet. Molly headed back to the bed, while he took his turn in the bathroom. Afterwards, he looked at the bathtub. Yes, he decided, I'm going to run a bath for us when I wake next, so I can wash away that stuff in Molly's hair.

As he walked back to the bed, this time, Molly's eyes were on him, taking in his own naked form. He nearly put a hand down to cover himself, then almost laughed at his own silliness. She seemed to have overcome her own shyness, laying on the bed languidly, completely naked except for that necklace, with a look on her face that made him consider attempting to make love to her again. But he thought better of it, instead climbing into the bed and pulling the duvet back up to shield his eyes from her sexy body.

Thinking about his plan for the next time he woke, he said, running his fingers along the sapphire and diamond necklace, "You should probably take off the necklace now - earrings too."

She looked at him questioningly, but complied, reaching her hands around her neck, beneath her somewhat mussed hair to unclasp the borrowed piece of jewellery that would one day belong to her anyway. She set it on her bedside table, and then took off the earrings as well. She will have her own necklace to wear soon from me, Sherlock thought with an inner smile, once he presented her with her wedding gift. He hadn't decided yet though whether to wait till they arrived at their honeymoon destination, or after the bath he planned on sharing with her before they made love again.

"I'll tell you later why the necklace had to come off," he told her, adding, "Now, let's get some more sleep." He turned off the lamp, and in the sudden darkness, reached blindly for Molly, who made a sigh of contentment as he enfolded her into his embrace, and they slept.


Author's note: You have no idea how difficult this chapter was to write. I really tried to convey the absolute joy and fulfillment for Molly and Sherlock in making love for the first time (and second!). I wanted to write it in a way that conveys the profound love they share without it becoming too explicit. This was definitely a chapter where I revealed more than usual about their intimacy. I hope I succeeded in making the whole experience one that was sensual and passionate, without crossing the line into an uncomfortable to read love scene. I am aware that everyone has their own limits when it comes to reading descriptions of sex, and this may cross the limits for some. However, I also feel that sexual intimacy is natural and not something that needs to be kept hidden as if it is dirty. Our bodies were created for it after all, and the desire that goes along with it. Being a Christian does not mean that sexual intimacy should not be just as passionate and enjoyable for us as for people who enjoy it without holding those same ideals about it. I am simply trying to highlight the fact that the covenant of marriage provides a blanket of blessing over it. I totally respect the fact that some people are not going to feel the same way, and I have many T-rated stories which cater to those who feel strongly about keeping love scenes non-specific, and if I have a reader who has read this and found it to be too much, I hope you will consider at least reading those stories and enjoying the lighter romance.

Please be honest and tell me what you thought, and whether I succeeded in making their first time one that was worth reading about, and if you could see the blessing they felt covering them for waiting for their wedding night to be together intimately.

I await your responses with nervous anticipation.