AN: Please be aware, some sexually explicit stuff following.
Molly hardly knew what was happening…she was lost in the kiss.
His hands seemed to be everywhere as the kiss deepened, and she opened her eyes for a moment, pulling away slightly…
…his breath was heavy. He swallowed. "Are you ok?" his hands were on her shoulders, his eyes on her mouth.
She staggered out a breath and nodded. This was happening…it was happening…"Yeah."
He touched her face. "I love you, Molly."
"I love you," she replied.
…and he smiled slightly. He nodded. He kissed her again softly…and his hands went to the base of her top and lifted it over her head, and pulled away as he did so. Hesitating slightly, he reached behind her and unclasped her bra. Molly's eyes were closed…he slid her bra off and she felt him touch her breast. She then opened her eyes. She felt him caress her nipple, and she reacted to his touch…she felt herself getting wet. She reached over to him and began to unbutton his shirt…he looked at her…
…and he appeared to be crying.
"Sherlock?"
He shook his head and pulled away from her, putting his hands on his face, elbows on his knees. "I'm sorry," he mumbled.
"What? What's wrong?" she touched his arm.
His hands fell. "I…I suddenly feel so guilty. Everything that I did to you. Everything that I didn't… to us…"
She felt shocked. What was she supposed to say to him? It wasn't ok. None of it had been. He had hurt her, repeatedly. Molly sighed and swallowed…took a throw from the sofa she was sitting on with him and covered herself with it. "You hurt me."
"I know."
"But that doesn't mean I need to dwell on it."
He sat back and looked at her. "How can you still love me? How could you fall in love with me to begin with?"
"Love doesn't always make sense."
He nodded, eyes falling. "I'm a terrible person."
"No, Sherlock. You're not," she took his hand. "But you are a right git," she smiled. "You're also maddeningly charming and funny. Brilliant, you are. And lovely."
"I'm sorry, Molly. I'm so sorry…for everything," he looked at her.
And she returned his gaze, nodding. "I forgive you," and she meant it, for they weren't the same people. Being in Derbyshire had changed them. The phone call changed them. And she didn't want to be angry at him anymore. She didn't want to second guess him anymore. She wanted to move on…and the only way that she could wasn't through loving him…for she had loved him forever.
…it was in forgiveness.
"You do?" he swallowed, looking at her intently.
She nodded. "Yeah…I do," her heart was light. Her mind was free…
…and Sherlock leaned over again, and this time there was no delicacy in his kiss…it was fervent and desperate. He tore the throw from her and pushed her back into the sofa. Molly ripped his shirt open and threw it to the floor. His hands moved down her body as his kiss continued to ravish her…and he found her pants. He pulled away and unbuttoned her pants, peeling them off and dropping them to the floor.
And Molly was naked.
She felt it as he looked down at her. Her arms went up to her chest and she bent her knees in an effort to conceal herself.
Sherlock placed a hand to her knee and pushed it down. "You're beautiful. Don't be embarrassed."
He stood and undid his own pants, and pulled them off. Molly wasn't looking at him…her eyes were closed, for she couldn't bear to look at him as he was studying her. She felt him open her legs slightly, and then he was in between her legs, and he was kissing her again.
She responded, and ran her hands down his back.
"Are you on the pill?" he heaved softly.
"IUD," she breathed, opening her eyes. "And clean," she added with a smirk. "And I know that you are, too."
He nodded. "You ran my blood work," he kissed her neck.
"Odd you didn't know I had an IUD. You are supposed to know everything."
He looked at her. "Slipped my notice," he smiled.
She cocked a brow.
…and he slid inside of her…
They both gasped. "Perhaps, Molly…" he stammered. "We can continue this examination of my prowess later," and he moved.
She nodded. Her back arched…
And he moaned, for the action caused him to move even further inside of her.
"Sherlock…" she whispered, holding onto his shoulders. And he moved again, and again, she felt him filling her with every movement…he kissed her, and she felt her core searing…she was going to orgasm then…that had never happened to quickly. "Oh my god…" she cried…
…this caused him to move frantically, delving deeper and harder…he took her breast in his mouth, and Molly came, hard…her climax was warm, wet, and plentiful, and he followed directly behind.
He slumped on top of her, breath heavy. Molly was delirious…she noticed then that they were half off the sofa. "Sherlock…can you…?" she started to move.
"Oh…" he clumsily sat up. "Sorry."
"S'okay," she smiled. "You all right?" she tried to catch his glance.
He nodded. "I think so," and he looked at her.
And she smiled, then began to giggle.
…and he followed…they laughed together. His head fell back, and Molly held her stomach as she laughed heartily.
And after a few minutes, they stopped.
He looked around. "Can I get you some water?"
Molly nodded and wiped her eyes.
Sherlock pulled his boxers on and went to her kitchen, and poured two glasses of water. He brought them in and handed her one. She pulled the blanket back over her as she took the cup and drank. "That was…"
"Wonderful?"
"Yeah. A bit."
He looked at her crookedly. "A bit?"
"I meant it as a gross understatement."
"Ah."
She smiled. "Maybe we could move to my bedroom, though. More comfortable."
"Yes. That is an excellent idea," he drank. "But in a moment."
"Ok…?"
He sat back and took her feet into his lap. "I don't want to disturb this."
"This?"
He looked at her. "Happiness."
She swallowed and nodded. "It is nice, isn't it?"
"Molly…that hardly covers it…"
She sighed and sat back as he absentmindedly rubbed her foot. "Sherlock?"
"Hm."
"How did this happen?"
Now he looked at her. "My sister saw something that I didn't."
"Does she know who I am?" Molly breathed.
"Well…I asked her about it today," he paused."Yesterday. Molly…now, I want you to keep a clear head."
"Ok?"
He sighed and his head fell back, and then he turned toward her with a look of slight nervousness. "James Moriarty."
"What?" she crinkled her nose.
"He…and Euros had some time together a few years back. And they talked about me, about exacting revenge on Mycroft and myself. You see, you came up in conversation, but where James Moriarty was convinced of my indifference, Euros wasn't. She thought that he had bought into the facade I had created, whereas she was more wily, and privy to my past. She knew that I wouldn't surround myself with people whom I cared little for, and that I was likely pushing you away…she decided to discover just how much I cared…" his gaze fell.
"And did she?" she swallowed.
"No. But she ascertained your heart and guessed mine. It was a gamble, but a good one."
"So…Irene wasn't part of this…?"
"Game."
"Jesus."
"It was a game…the whole of it. She would be ignored and hidden away no longer, which is what, I imagine, was at the center of it all. It could be regarded as a retreat back to a childhood wrong, but the much larger interpretation was that Mycroft had erased Euros from our lives. She was tired of it. One could hardly blame her, though her method is questionable," he smiled.
"Questionable? Four people died."
"I know it. Trying to…lighten it up."
"Oh my god," she rolled her eyes.
"But no…" he shifted. "Irene never played a part in this. I don't care for her in a deep way, nor does she me. She's a lesbian…well. Bisexual, with a preference for women. And she's too…something…for me to ever care that much for her."
"Too dominating a personality?" Molly smiled.
He looked at her. "That was a terrible joke, Molly. You should try…" he swallowed, and stopped. Closed his eyes.
"What is it?"
"I…" he shook his head, opened his eyes, and removed her feet from his lap as he stood. "I was just reminded…" and he walked over to the window.
"Sherlock?"
"I was thinking about that Christmas."
Molly blanched, knowing exactly what he meant. "Why?" her voice cracked.
"Because I had made a comment about you not making a jokes, and I was about to do it again."
She looked at her hands folded on the throw. "You shouldn't dwell, Sherlock. I forgave you. And I meant for everything."
He turned toward her, his arms crossed over his bare chest. He opened his mouth, closed it, and nodded. "I was…"
"Awful sometimes, yes."
"Then how…?"
She stood with the blanket still wrapped around her and went over to him. "Maybe it's just my type," she smiled, and took his hand. "Let's go to bed."
He nodded, and followed Molly into the bedroom. She let the throw fall and crawled into the bed. And watched as he did the same.
He turned on his side to look at her, examining her face. "You're a lovely woman, Molly Hooper."
She shrugged.
He smiled.
"You don't smile enough," she observed.
"Maybe because I've never had much reason to."
"Maybe…" she whispered.
…and he pulled her toward him and kissed her. He leaned her back and rolled on top of her. And he dropped his mouth to her neck, and worked his way down, taking a nipple in his mouth, and reached for her sex.
She gasped as he massaged her, and took hold of his hair…
…he fell further, trailing kisses along her stomach, and part of her was a bit nervous about where he was headed. They had just had sex…"Sherlock?"
"What?" he looked up at her, his face intent.
"Are you…?"
He smirked, then placed his palms on either side of her hips. "Yesss…"
"But…"
"What is it? Are you uncomfortable?"
She looked away. "Well, we just had sex, and…"
"And I ejaculated into your vagina. It's mine, Molly…I don't mind."
She swallowed, then looked at him. "Ok."
He nodded, then lowered himself…
…and she felt instant bliss. "Oh my god…" she breathed as his tongue played with her sex…she bucked her hips and he hummed into her, causing her to orgasm.
She was shocked that it, again, took so very little to climax. Never had that been an issue for her, in fact, she would occasionally not orgasm at all during sex.
He rose from in between her legs and smiled at her, wiping his mouth. "That wasn't so bad, now, was it?"
"What…" she swallowed. She felt dizzy.
He moved back up to her, and touched her cheek. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah," she nodded.
"Molly…" his voice fell.
"Hm?" she looked at him, he was very close to her.
"Can you…can you guide me…?"
Her brow furrowed until she understood what he meant. She smiled, nodding, and her hand traced down his torso to his erection, and she took it…
He hissed, closing his eyes.
She opened her legs more, and led him to her core…
He pushed inside, and he cried out. He moved, hard and steady a few times, then buried his face into her neck trembling. He went limp and fell into her a bit, then kissed her neck and moved to her cheek, until he found her mouth.
Molly kissed him…and he rolled onto his side without breaking the kiss. When she pulled away, he took her and held her close to his chest. "I hate myself for never seeing…how much time I wasted."
"We don't need to worry about that anymore," she said, tracing circles on his back, then untangled herself. "We have now. And tomorrow."
"Longer, then…" he said.
She nodded. "Longer."
"Are you tired?"
"A bit," she replied. "Will you be here in the morning?"
"Molly…if you let me, I'll never leave," he kissed her nose.
…and she fell asleep with a smile.