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Rated M for what I would only assume to be obvious reasons. Sex, if i'm being indelicate. I actually have very limited knowledge on the subject, so I hope I don't disappoint. Lol. Anyway, just a reminder note...i don't own squat. Just a fan! Lol. Okay, on to chapter two!
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Sherlock's body loomed over Molly's as he stared her down in her spot. She looked up at him, wide eyed, as his arms stretched out on either side of her head. Sherlock supported his weight with his arms stretched across the span to the back of the sofa. His deep blue eyes dove into her lighter brown ones, as he deduced her reaction. He slowly bridged the gap between the two bodies, and Molly felt her breath catch in her lungs.
''Sh..Sher..lock ?" She began, slightly unsure of what to ask. His response was a low hum, still drawing closer to her, his eyes roving over her features.
''Wh..what are you doing?" She asked, barely more than a whisper. He continued his descent, the pace almost torturously slow. He finally breathed, inhaling the scent of her hair and slowly exhaling on her cheek. Sherlock leaned slightly closer, whispering to the skin on her neck directly behind her ear.
''Sh, experiment. Please?" He felt her shudder underneath him, taking it as a yes. Molly simply nodded her head, unable to do anything else. Sherlock slowly wrapped his hand around her slender neck, his fingers reading her smooth skin as he touched. He drew his hand along her hairline, noting the scoop at the back of her neck. His fingers walked along the perimeter of her ear, as he traced its rounded edges. Molly closed her eyes, trying to focus on breathing. Once his fingers left her ear at the front, they followed the line of her jaw down to the front of her neck. Sherlock gently pushed on the crevace in Molly's neck, silently instructing her to tilt her head back. She easily complied, but not without gulping in nervous fashion. Sherlock grinned, almost wickedly, at her reaction. He then became focused on the task at hand. He brought his long fingers across the front of her neck, feeling the structure beneath her skin. He could feel her heart pounding away just under the location, distant, yet close enough to send an echoing shockwave through her. He lowered his head again, to the front of her stretched neck. Sherlock blew a long, steady stream of air across her skin as he exhaled. Molly again shuddered, gasping in response. Sherlock's stomach flipped at the short sound that escaped from her lips. He gazed up to look at her serene face. Molly bit her lower lip, in attempts to keep what little control she had of her breathing. Her brow furrowed slightly, in pleasure rather than pain. Her eyes had closed, but rapidly moved behind her delicate eyelids. Sherlock decided to move back up and investigate this part of her next. His sudden absence from her neck caused Molly to open her eyes, meeting his intense stare. She took note of his darkened irises. She attempted to speak, though it was broken.
''So. What...what's this ex..per. experiment for?" She asked, taking in shallow gasps of air between his soft kisses on her lids. Sherlock kissed an eyelid, then the other, noting how smooth her skin was here. His hand had continued its exploration of her neck, while the other began a new trek through her thick, auburn hair. His breath passed over her left cheek, where another kiss landed. Then to her right cheek. Another kiss. Molly couldn't decide what to focus on: the hot steady breath that ghosted past her face, the hand that traced the outline of her collarbone, or the one that had nestled itself into her locks, lightly massaging her scalp. She decided to then focus on his dark, low voice, when he finally spoke.
''I'm easily bored. And I so do enjoy..experiments.'' he said, a slight hoarseness at the end of his thought. Molly felt her heart fall into her stomach at the sound behind his voice. She felt his lips above hers, achingly close without touching. She felt herself needing to be closer, as she unconsciously closed the gap. Her lips drove into his with force, and she heard him breathe in sharply. Seconds later, his body relaxed as he learned the curves of her lips. He traced the outline lightly with his tongue, which evoked a moan from Molly's throat. The sound only encouraged Sherlock, driving him to deepen the kiss by swiping his tongue over her lower lip again, this time with more force. Molly opened her mouth as a gasp sounded from it. Wasting no time, Sherlock took this opportunity to explore past her lips, his tongue glancing over the top of her teeth, and colliding with her own tongue. The action emboldened Molly, as she sat up to press closer to Sherlock. Her hands grasped his dark curls at the back of his head, and she pulled him further into her. The sudden change in pace shocked Sherlock, and he again braced himself with an arm against the back of the couch. The kiss finally broke as the two gasped desperately for air. Molly tilted her head back, looking at the ceiling with half closed eyes.
Sherlock took the chance of her exposed neck to kiss down her jawline and onto the front of it. Molly gasped as his kisses turned into light scrapes. He raked his teeth lightly against her pale neckline, and along her collarbone. He immediately soothed the scratches by licking over them, dragging his tongue over the trail he had just blazed on her flesh. Molly's fingers combed through Sherlock's hair as her shallow breaths drew in and quickly out. She moaned, a bit more loudly, as she felt his hands once again join the expedition. His fingers grazed her sides, almost tickling her skin as they passed over. She felt one arm wrap around her lower back, and pulled her further off the sofa and against his torso. The other kept on its journey, hand crossing from her waist, down to her hip, and then onto her right thigh. Molly felt his fingers dig into her flesh as he squeezed the muscle on her upper leg. As the pressure was added to her thigh, so was the pressure on her neck. Sherlock moved closer to her, his knees now flush against the sofa's edge on the floor. Molly had one leg on the floor at his side, the other propped up on the cushion, as he flexed his hand around it. Suddenly, the pace quickened, yet again.
Molly felt the arm holding her in place move to the front of her, and soon the other hand left its position on her thigh to join it. She whimpered at the sudden lack of contact, but soon forgot as she felt where the hands had taken to. Sherlock's fingers wrapped around the end of her shirt, and he began pulling up. Molly complied with the unspoken request and held her arms straight in the air. With a swift flick, her blouse was gone. She shivered slightly at the cold air against her exposed flesh. Her eyes looked to Sherlock, only to catch him staring in deep concentration at her chest.
''There's always something...'' he muttered to himself. Molly tilted her head, confused.
''What do you mean?" She asked. 'Oh wonderful, something is wrong with me.' She thought to herself. Sherlock's voice broke her from her thoughts.
''At Christmas, I said you had been...compensating. I was wrong. There's always something I miss.'' He said, sounding aggravated with himself. Molly smiled to herself as she lightly pushed herself out to him, hinting that he continue. Sherlock's hands took new positions. His left had reached back to Molly's thigh, only this time raking along the underside of it, coming to a gripping rest just below her bottom. His right hand sat on her side, and began to travel across her tight stomach. His fingers recorded the feeling of the skin here, documenting the way her muscles felt beneath. His head returned to laying soft kisses on her neck and shoulder, before he made his way lower to the flesh between her breasts. Sherlock could feel Molly's heart fluttering beneath his lips when he kissed, and he heard the echo of her sudden intakes of air as she gasped at his caresses. His right hand then went to her shoulder, pushing down the skinny strap to her bra off the perpetual cliff.
Molly felt her bra loosen slightly, and decided to help. She sat up and reached behind her, unclasping the hooks and then sliding the bra off her body took the bra by one strap, before flinging it away, not caring on the projected location it would land. He sat up, taking in the sight of Molly's exposed chest. His mouth broke into a smirk, the look was mischeveous.
''Definitely missed that.'' He said to himself, as he gazed on her. Molly felt a blush rise to her chest, and her breath came in staggered spurts. His hand returned to the skin between her breasts, and he slowly rubbed it up and down. Molly felt the flesh warm with the brushing of his hand against her, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the pressure. Then, the hand stopped. It slowly slipped to her left breast, and proceeded to run across the tender skin. Molly couldn't resist a moan as she felt Sherlock's thumb graze her nipple. It immediately stood to attention, the resounding chill in the room only assisting the process. She felt Sherlock's other hand leave her leg, taking the route up her backside. His hand slowed over her bottom, where it raked across the tight flesh. Molly moaned again, and arced into Sherlock, grinding into his hand. She heard him chuckle amusedly at her actions. His hand then gave her a quick squeeze as it swiftly left to join its partner exploring her chest. Molly slid her leg onto the floor, and realized that she was practically straddling Sherlock, whose body crouched between her legs. That was when she first took notice of the way his body had been reacting, without her even knowing. She felt his length pushing up against her inner thigh through his black dress trousers. She opened her eyes to meet his, the dark blue had been all but completely washed out by his large pupils. The only blue remaining was a thin ring around his now black orbs as he gazed on her body with lust. Molly was distracted from their staring match as his hands clasped firmly around her breasts.
''Oh, Sherlock.'' she breathed, eyelids fluttering closed as she leaned back into the sofa, allowing him further access to her. Sherlock felt his stomach kick him from inside, a sensation that continued through his midsection to his groin. He stifled a moan at the sound of her voice calling his name, refocusing himself to paying her attention. Sherlock took her breasts in his hands, noting how much smoother her skin was here than the rest of her. He gently squeezed them, applying equal pressure to the pair, which in turn solicited an even deeper moan of his name from her lips. He gazed in curiosity as the motions of his hands had a rippling effect on Molly's body. She arched into his firm hands and gasped when he blew warm air across each of her nipples. Sherlock felt a gutteral urge to take one of the small pebbles into his mouth. He let his tongue swivel back and forth over the top of it, while he massaged her other breast in his hand. His thumb raked over her nipple as his tongue did with the breast it occupied. The sound that came from Molly this time was not a moan, but rather a higher pitched whimper of sorts. Sherlock looked up from his steady position to see Molly 's head thrown back, one hand tangled in her hair. Her mouth hung open as she took short, desperate sips of air between moans and cries. Sherlock reveled in the notion that her pleasurable moans were his doing.
Suddenly, the touching and kissing was not enough for either of them. The pace changed again, this time to a ferociously rapid speed. With a swift motion, Sherlock swept Molly's legs from the floor and locked her ankles behind his back. His long arms swooped around her lower back as he picked her up. Their mouths met in a fiery kiss that shook them both to their cores. Sherlock quickly walked down the hall to his bedroom door. Molly's small fingers made quick work with the buttons on his shirt, as she pushed the material over his shoulders. She broke the kiss they shared and took to kissing his neck in the same fashion he had done to hers before. Sherlock moaned gruffly as her soft lips bore into him, followed by her teeth scraping into his flesh. He hissed slightly as his eyes rolled back into his head. Sherlock pushed Molly against the door to his bedroom, pinning her between the cold wood and his burning flesh. She gasped as he pinned her, shocked by the raw force behind the motion. He chuckled into her hair, a playful sound, the kind that meant he was up to no good. His hand fumbled along the door until he found the knob. He twisted it open, almost falling into the room, as it pushed open from behind Molly's back. Sherlock forcefully strode over the small distance to his bed. He first gently set Molly on the edge of the mattress, and shrugged the shirt from off his arms. He then reached down to her leg, and yanked her body forward by her ankle. Molly's body flipped from under her, landing her on her back with one leg propped up on the mattress's edge, the other being rung through Sherlock's strong hand. She giggled as the air reentered her lungs, the fierce action filling her middle with more want. She looked up to see Sherlock concentrating on unbuttoning her pants. She decided to return the favor and reached down to undo his belt. Sherlock batted her hands away until he had finished undoing the button on her slacks. He then bent over her, crouching like a wild jungle cat. He leaned his head down, and Molly watched with widened doe-like eyes as he took the zipper to her trousers in between his teeth. He slowly pulled down, and it took everything in Molly to not lose herself. 'Not yet.' She thought. He finished, and popped his head back up to admire his own handiwork. Molly took this as opportunity.
She rolled so that she was suddenly on her knees, pulling Sherlock closer by his belt buckle. His hand went down in hopes of assisting her, but was quickly slapped away. He quirked an eyebrow at her fiestiness, and she smiled wickedly at him. Sherlock stood still as Molly fumbled with the belt's mechanisms. She had at one point pulled too hard, jarring Sherlock and his growing muscle. She was rewarded with a deep groan, as Sherlock fisted his hand through her hair. She finally freed him of the belt, and finished the rest quickly, not bothering to take her time undoing anything. He stood before her, his pale skin soaking in the moonlight that leaked through his window. Molly stared him up and down, then placed a hand on his chest. She felt his heart beating quickly behind his ribs. With her other hand she started at the base of his hips and slowly stroked his skin with her fingernails. Sherlock's head rolled back as he stood there, almost too subdued to move. He felt her hand trace along the visible veins in his legs, down onto his thigh, and then back up again. Molly suddenly grabbed him, choosing force, rather than gentleness. Sherlock moaned and rolled his head.
''Molly, oh Mol...''he grunted as her hand worked its way up and down his length. She had just started to increase her pressure on him when he regained control of himself. His fingers reached down and grabbed her wrist firmly. She stopped and looked back up at his face. He smirked at her sinfully, and proceeded to grasp her other wrist in his hands. Then, with one hand holding her wrists, Sherlock took his now free hand and brought Molly's legs from under her again. Molly let out a gasped moan as Sherlock's still free hand worked her trousers off her legs, bringing her underwear with them. She attempted to free one of her hands from his grip, which only tightened in response.
''Ah, ah, ah. Naughty naughty, Dr. Hooper. Remember, this is my experiment.'' He said, his voice crackling with a hoarse cut to it. Molly moaned as he cooed in her ear, using her title in a completely unprofessional manner. He pulled her bottom to the edge of the bed, and pushed his knee between her legs, urging her to open them. Sherlock then guided one of her legs around his waist. Molly's breath picked up as he leant down, nibbling on her neck. She slanted her neck back in bliss as he kissed down her collar to her breasts. He took one of them into his mouth, giving it a quick suckle, before gently clipping the nipple with his teeth. Molly moaned loudly at the new sensation. She then felt his head continue is path down her body, trailing kisses along her stomach to her pubic bone. He took his free hand and slid it down between her legs, resting just above where she wanted his hand to be. Molly whined slightly and ground her pelvis into his palm. She again tried to release a hand from Sherlock's imprisoning hold, and her wrists were pushed into the soft mattress further. Only this time, Sherlock granted her unspoken need and trailed his deft fingers down her abdomen.
Sherlock glanced up to her face, and was greeted with a seductive head nod from the young woman. He grinned as he saw her bewitched expression. He waited for a deep intake of breath from her before embarking further south. A long, musician's finger rolled across her pink flesh, and Molly rolled into the contact immediately. His finger was joined by the others as he rubbed all around the flush skin, producing small mews from Molly's throat. Sherlock leaned over her body once more, and captured her mouth in his as he slid the longest finger past the folds and deep into her center. Molly bucked against his hand, his mouth swallowing her moans of pleasure. After a few moments, he broke the kiss, and again journeyed down the plains of her body, going past her stomach. He released her wrists and splayed his hand across the curve of her hip. Her hands were tangled in his dark curls nearly straight away, as she lightly pulled on them. Molly felt his hot breath at her entrance.
The first touch had been swift, a teasing slash of his tongue over her bundle of nerves. The shocking feeling of pleasure and agony was quickly replaced by simple ecstasy as Sherlock took hold of her in his mouth. The grip on his hair tightened, Molly clearly being undone by the flicks of his tongue over and in her.
''Oh Christ, Sherlock!" She yelped sharply, her upper body lurching her into a sitting position. Sherlock's hands wrapped around to her backside, pulling her closer into him. He moaned into her soft, wet flesh as she bucked into his mouth, moaning and squealing with delight. She had nearly snapped when suddenly all contacting touch disappeared. Molly whimpered sadly at the loss, which was met with another dark chuckle. she gazed at him, as he slid her body further onto the bed, granting him ample room on the soft material of the sheets. He tapped her legs, instructing them to circle around him. Sherlock lifted Molly's chin, and placed a firm kiss on her lips. She felt him enter her, stilling her rigid body. Sherlock's racing mind came to a screeching halt as he slowly rocked into her. No deductions, no calculations, no recorded thoughts or facts swam through his mind. The feeling was as invigorating to him as the physical sensation of being inside of her. With a consenting moan, Sherlock pushed into her completely, unable to surpress the groan that rose thickly from his chest.
''Molly, mmmMolly...'' he started, his voice trailing off as he pulled out of her and then driving into her center again. Molly gasped upon the movement, feeling the lava inside her beginning to overflow. Her head dropped back into the bed as he picked up the tempo. Her moans grew louder as he plowed into her, pushing her small body deeper and deeper into his mattress. Sherlock's own moans of bewildering pleasure grew to new volumes, his body in bliss at the feeling of her encompassing him. He could feel her muscles slowly wind in up and tightening around him. He opened his eyes and stared down upon her, not wanting to miss the joyful expressions she made. Molly's hands grabbed the covers tightly, her small fingers splaying across his cream colored sheets. The fabric intertwined itself in her pale fingers, and he could see the outline of her bones clenching. Sherlock threw his head back as he continued, losing his reserve. His thrusts into her core became more uneven and unpredictable. His grunts of searing ecstasy mixed with her rising cries of pleasure. She snapped first, her body trembling around him as he continued into her. His undoing was her final moan.
''Please, Sherlock...please.'' it was a whispering plea, almost a wish. Sherlock's arms dropped down onto either side of her, his fists digging into the sheets. He finally lost what strength he had used in the final moments, collapsing onto Molly's chest. Her hands trailed through his hair and down his shoulders as he breathed deeply between her breasts. Her own breath slowly returned to normal, and soon, she submitted herself to the tired feeling that overwhelmed her. She smiled sweetly as she felt Sherlock move up on the bed next to her. He wrapped her in his arms, and wrapped both of them up in the sheet. Sleep consumed them, Molly dreaming blissfully, and Sherlock's mind running at a relaxingly slow pace.
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John had returned home a few hours later, his date having ended horribly. He saw neither Molly nor Sherlock in the still lit living room. He looked around, feeling a slight change in the air. His eye caught sight of two mugs on the table. 'Hm, odd.' He thought to himself. He went about his business, and plopped down into his chair, before his eye caught something else. Dangling from the cattle skull above Sherlock's desk was a light blue bra. John's eyebrows shot up his face, as curiosity chimed in. He stood, and stepped quietly down the hall, to in front of his flatmate's door. Taking not of the silence, John quietly pushed the door open, and gazed at his friend's arm surrounding the small pathologist's body. Their breathing was steady, calm. He pulled the door shut, and walked into the living room, smirking.
''Finally. I'm not sure how much longer I could've handled all that bloody sexual tension.'' He said to himself, an amused laugh rose in his chest.
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