Well it's been a manic week work wise so apologies for not getting this chapter up yesterday. Hope it's been worth the wait though.

Chapter 7

Molly felt as though she had been kissing Sherlock all her life and it still wasn't enough. In reality she had been sat on his knee for about ten minutes enjoying the feel of his mouth moving against hers, his tongue vying with hers.

It was only when she felt his hand on her breast that she realised he had unbuttoned her blouse. He had quickly found the front fastener of her bra uncoupling it and then his palm was on her skin sending tingles all along her nerves, most of which seemed to lead down into her groin.

He kneaded her breast his thumb sliding over her hardened nipple. He broke off from kissing her mouth to kiss his way down to her chest leaning over her to suck and bite her nipple, his hand holding her body to him. She moaned at the feel, her eyes closed, her hands threading into his hair holding him in place.

When he had finished he looked up at her with eyes so filled with lust she felt the breath catch in her throat.

He stood them both up momentarily whilst he threw a blanket from the settee onto the floor, in front of the fire, between the chairs they'd just been sat in.

He sat down on the blanket gesturing for Molly to do the same.

This time when they kissed she fell back to the floor pulling Sherlock with her. He covered her body with his own their legs tangling together. He pressed himself against her and she could feel his hardness. She reacted without thinking, opening her legs allowing him to shift position so he was pressed against her centre.

She pulled his shirt out from his trousers so her hands could explore his back feeling the slight marks and raised skin from injuries he'd received over the years.

He moved his head so he could kiss down her neck making his way back to her breasts. Molly gasped as he bit lightly on her nipple; her eyes were open watching the shadows of the flames as they danced on the ceiling. She wanted him so much but didn't want to scare him away. Instead she held onto his head as he moved against her breast, pulling lightly on his hair and scraping his scalp, listening to him growl as she did.

He suddenly knelt up leaving Molly feeling cold as he blocked the heat from the fire. Her heart sank as she wondered whether he was having second thoughts again but then lifted as she saw he was unbuttoning his shirt before pulling it off over his head when he got frustrated with the buttons.

Her gaze travelled hungrily over the skin of his chest pausing momentarily at the scar from his shooting the year before. She closed her eyes briefly as she thought about how close they had come to saying goodbye and losing him, how she might never have been here with him right now.

When she opened them again he was unbuttoning his trousers. She swallowed before talking, 'are you sure?'

When he spoke his voice seemed lower, rougher than normal, 'I've never been surer Molly. I want you, I need you...will you have me?'

'Yes, always, yes.' She undid her own trousers and shimmied out of them until she was lying naked before him. She suddenly felt self-conscious as he looked down at her. She knew how he worked, she knew how much he saw that others didn't and she wondered what he was seeing right now as he looked at her.

He put his hand on her thigh sliding it slowly across her skin leaving a trail of goose bumps behind.

As he leant over her once more she saw how vulnerable and almost scared he appeared. She realised that in this whilst she might not have the most experience she definitely had the most recent experience. She put her hands around his back pulling him to her, opening herself for him so he was rested against her centre.

'Let's just take it slow, hey, no rush...we have all night.' She reached up to kiss him feeling him rut against her, her own desire building once more.

SHSHSHSHSHSHSHSH

Sherlock had never seen Molly look so beautiful as she did splayed out, naked on his carpet, the glow from the fire lighting up her body. Her hair was down around her shoulders and her skin looked like alabaster. He gazed down at her noticing every freckle, every mole, a scar on her stomach, presumably from an appendix operation many years ago, redness around one nipple where he'd sucked it into his mouth just a few moments ago.

He catalogued his own reactions as well, could tell his pulse was elevated, his mouth was dry with nerves, he could feel blood pumping into his manhood and for the first time in years he actively wanted to have sex with someone. He wanted to know how it would feel to be inside Molly, how warm and wet would she be for him. Most of his previous experiences were either drug addled or deleted. This would be the first time he wanted to know exactly what he was doing with every intention of keeping the data.

He was also nervous, he didn't want to be a disappointment, didn't want things to end too quickly. He was also worried he would become overwhelmed with sensation.

Molly obviously sensed his concerns as she reassured him they could go slow. He sank back into her arms kissing her once more finding himself pushing against her instinctively.

In the end he figured he needed to do less thinking and more action so he pushed up on one arm and used his hand to position himself at her entrance before he pushed slowly in. Yes, he knew he should maybe have engaged in more foreplay first but there would be plenty of opportunity for that next time. This time he just needed to be in her, to feel her, to break past that barrier in his head that was still saying that this could be a mistake. Oh...she was so warm, so tight but slick with desire...for him. He closed his eyes, his forehead pressed up against Molly's. As soon as he was fully sheathed inside her he stilled letting his mind catalogue everything before he continued.

Once he felt ready to he withdrew before slowly sliding back in. Molly moaned and grappled at his backside pulling him into her deeper. He looked down into her eyes seeing her pupils blown almost to the point of blackness, then they were kissing again and any caution was forgotten. Sherlock pulled back and slammed back into her and she threw her head back as she cried out, 'oh God, yes...' He thrust into her again and again pulling her leg up higher so he could find that sweet spot inside her that would have her screaming his name.

He knew he couldn't last much longer himself not after so many years abstinence but he was desperate for her to have her release before him. He used one hand to pull at her breast, pinching her nipple as he kissed her once more, his tongue as deep in her mouth as his cock was inside her. He could feel her muscles clench around him as she pulled away from the kiss and cried out his name with her orgasm. It was the sweetest sound in the world. He would never tire of hearing her cry out his name like that, and it was that that sent him over the edge. He reared back thrusting deep inside her as he came with an inarticulate yell.

He fell forward breathing hard trying to hold his full weight off her small frame. He kissed her quickly before withdrawing and falling to her side keeping one arm across her stomach and one leg over hers. 'God, Molly that was amazing. Why did I wait so long?'

Molly giggled as she drew patterns on the arm he'd left lying across her stomach, 'I don't know Sherlock, but I hope you're not going to wait as long the second time round.'

He smiled and looked across at her, 'no, definitely not, I might need an hour or so though to recover.'

In the end he got them each one of his dressing gowns and they sat together watching the flames, drinking wine and talking comfortably until the fire started to die.

Sherlock leant forward and kissed Molly's neck, 'I think Doctor Hooper it's about time I took you to bed properly.' With that he stood up gracefully extending one hand to her. She smiled shyly and took it standing up herself and following him through to his bedroom.

So on re-reading I've pretty much just written a whole chapter of sex. Hope that was OK, I promise I'll move the story on a bit further next time.

On that note the next chapter will be posted Sunday, in the meantime, review, review, review.