Sherlock and Molly's 2nd encounter.

Wow. Thanks for all the very positive comments about my first time story. I'm amazed.

This is my story of Molly and Sherlock's next encounter. It kind of follows on from Chapter 5 of my story That Night, but not exactly. Actually who needs a story to get Molly and Sherlock together?

Disclaimer: OK. Sherlock isn't mine. Mr Gattiss and Mr Moffatt are responsible for all that is wonderful about Sherlock. I'm just borrowing them for while.

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It was late when Molly got home, well past 9pm. She'd had a long day, with Lestrade chasing her for test results and two suspicious deaths. Letting herself into her flat, she was met by her cat Toby at the door. "Hello darling. Have you been waiting for me? I know it's a bit late for dinner isn't it." She entered the kitchen and fed Toby. She was about to put the kettle on, but changed her mind. It was very late, and she just wanted to go to bed. Sighing Molly slipped off her shoes and and wandered into the lounge.

She turned on the light, and jumped as she saw Sherlock sitting on the sofa. He was wearing an old coat that had definitely seen better days, jeans that were dirty and ripped, and a very beaten up pair of Doc Martens boots. Those weren't the clothes that she had obtain from him before he left. She guessed at some point he must have exchanged those for these older ones.

"You scared me!" she exclaimed.

"Did I?"

"I wasn't sure when you would be back. You said a few days, it's been a week."

Sherlock waved vacantly, "I've been busy. It's actually quite easy to lose track of time on the streets. I arrived here about 10 minutes before you."

"Is that where you've been staying? On the streets?" She began to notice a odd odour. "Oh my goodness! Where have you been sleeping and what have you been sleeping in?"

Sherlock sniffed his coat sleeve. "I don't think it's me."

"Trust me Sherlock, it's you" she said emphatically. "You need a bath."

Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly as he watched Molly assert herself. "I was staying along the embankment. It's not easy to get hot water and shower facilities there."

"I'm sorry... I didn't think about that."

Sherlock stood up and shrugged of the coat. "A bath sounds good." he said as he left the lounge.

"There are towels in the bathroom cupboard." she called after him, "and bubble bath on the shelf."

He put his head back around the lounge door. "Bubble bath? Do I look like a bubble bath type person?"

She blushed, "possibly not. But anything right now would help that smell."

Sherlock stomped of to the bathroom muttering under his breath.

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Molly decided that she couldn't go to bed, until she had heard about his adventures. She busied herself tidying up the kitchen, and 30 minutes later a bathed Sherlock reappeared.

"A cup of tea would be wonderful about now." he said.

Molly turned to respond and gasped slightly. He was clean, that much was certain. She could actually see rather a lot of him. He was barefoot and bare chested. He'd shaved off a full week of stubble. He must have brushed his teeth as well as she could smell mint toothpaste. He was drying his hair with one small hand towel and wearing another around his waist.

"Better?" he asked.

Molly gulped. "Er, yes."

"No more offending smell?"

She shook her head, not trusting herself to say anything.

"Good." He sat down at the kitchen table, and picked up the news paper and began to read. "I've put my street clothes in a bag in the bathroom. Don't wash them, I will need them again soon."

Molly turned and placed a cup of tea on the table. "OK."

Sherlock watched her out the corner of his eye. His mouth twitched slightly in a small smile. He could see how his presence had affected her. Her breathing rate had increased, her heart rate had also risen looking at the pulse he could actually see in her neck. She was trying to think of something to say, but all she had managed to do was clean the same spot on the sink three times.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "I got you a present."

She turned to look at him. "Really?"

Sherlock lifted a gift bag up from where he'd hid it under the table.

"Why?" she asked.

"Do I have to have a reason?"

"Yes. Well no, but... You don't have to buy me presents."

"I know I don't have to, I wanted to." He pushed the bag over to her.

Molly felt inside the bag, and pulled out a beautiful gift box. It was about the size of a ream of paper. It was red with a raised black flocking and a red ribbon on top.

"Well go on then," he urged. "Open it."

Excitedly Molly lifted the lid of the box. A layer of tissue paper lay on top, covering the contents. Carefully she open the layers of tissues to reveal something silky and black. She picked it up carefully and held it up to look at it. It was the most beautiful negligee she had ever seen. The fabric flowed like water, and the lace work around the bust was exquisite. This definitely wasn't something from a department store. This had expensive written all over it. She held it up, judging it's length. It would cover her modesty, but not a lot else.

"Oh it's beautiful." she breathed, and blushed when she realised Sherlock was watching her reaction. "Thank you very much."

Sherlock looked up from the paper. "Not that I am complaining about your pink pyjama's with the sheep, but I thought you should have something nice to wear tonight." he said casually.

Molly looked surprised. "Tonight?"

"Yes. If you want?"

Molly looked at him, the memory of their time together last week flashed before her eyes. Her first time ever.

"Um, that sounds nice." A thought struck her. "Do you mean... um... together?"

He raised an eyebrow. He reached out and took her hand. "Do you want to?"

She nodded coyly. "I'd like that."

"Good, because tonight it's your turn to decide what happens."

"I can't... I mean.." Molly stammered. "I'm confused. What do you mean?"

He pulled her closer to him, and ran his hands down her back. "Last time I made the decisions. Tonight it's your turn."

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Molly still didn't really understand what Sherlock meant or wanted. But their time together last week had been the most amazing in her life. He'd turned her into a woman. And right now he was waiting in her bedroom for her.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She'd put on a small amount of make up, and brushed her hair out, so it fell in a soft wave behind her. She was also wearing the beautiful black negligee that Sherlock had purchased. It flowed gently over her bust, and finished about 2 inches below her bottom.

Taking a deep breath she left the bathroom and then hesitated at the bedroom door. She debated knocking, but heard Sherlock call out to her. "Molly, I know you're waiting there. Let me see you."

She opened the door and stepped in cautiously. Sherlock was lying in her bed, under a sheet.

She spotted his towel carelessly left on a chair, and immediately realised he was naked.

He raised himself up, leaning against the headboard and looked at her.

She hopped nervously from foot to foot, feeling stupid. "So. Um... "

"It's alright Molly." said Sherlock. He patted the bed, indicating she should sit next to him.

Obediently she crossed the room and sat. Sherlock stroked her back through the silk. "Nothing is going to happen that you don't want." he said reassuringly.

Molly blushed. "I know. But this all feels so odd. I mean your so …." she breathed in. "and I'm not."

"I'm so what?" he asked puzzled.

"Everything!" she exclaimed. "I mean look at you. You're gorgeous and sexy, and obviously way more experienced than I am. You could have anyone you wanted."

Sherlock reached out and turned her face, to look at him. "I think that right now there isn't a man in this country that wouldn't find you gorgeous and sexy. And I want to be here, with you." He took her hand and gently kissed her wrist. "As for being experienced," he paused and coughed slightly. "I've only ever been with one other person, it lasted 6 months and that was a very very long time ago."

Molly's eyes widened in surprise. "You?"

"What do you mean, me? You're surprised?"

"But you know... I mean you're good. You're better than good. Oh gosh. " Molly shook her head. "I'm not saying this right."

"Are you saying, because I knew how to have sex, you thought I'd had a string of lovers?"

Oh God, this isn't happening, thought Molly to herself. I'm sitting on my bed, wearing a very revealing silk nightie, with a naked Sherlock Holmes talking to me about sex. This is a dream. Molly closed her eyes. "Well yes."

Sherlock smiled and stroked her back again. "There's been no one for years Molly. No one I wanted to be with." He slipped his hand under the black silk to stroke her bare skin. "I was very young when I met her, and she taught me a lot. Looking back I can see she took advantage of me, but I was in a bad place then, and it could have been a lot worse."

Molly looked down at him, "I can't imagine anyone taking advantage of you?"

Sherlock smiled "I'd like you to." He pulled back the sheet on her side of the bed, "would you please come and make love to me?"

She looked at him, and nodded. Wordlessly, she climbed into the bed.

Sherlock kissed her and then lay back. Molly felt the heat rise in her at his touch. "What do I do?"

"Anything you want." he whispered. "I'm not going to do anything unless you ask me to."

She considered that carefully. "Can I hold you?"

He smiled, and opened his arms to let her cuddle him.

Molly found the smell of him intoxicating. Despite his recent bath, he still had a hint of spice about him. Almost unthinkingly she found herself nuzzling his neck. He kissed her as she began to kiss him.

She was so hesitant, so gentle Sherlock found himself holding back in case he scared her. He wanted her to be in control this evening. To let her set the pace.

Molly loved the feel of him, as she touched his chest, she could feel his ribs. She was sure he'd lost weight over the past week.

He continued to let her kiss his neck, and ran his finger nails gently along her back. Gradually she became more confident and kissed his chest.

"Tell me Molly what you want to do." he breathed into her hair.

"I like the taste of you." she confessed kissing him further and rubbing her hands across his torso, and stomach.

He pulled back the sheet, revealing his naked body. He was hard. "You can taste everything you want."

She hesitated at the sight of him. "Sherlock?"

"Only if you want."

Molly licked her lips and began to kiss his stomach and abdomen, her hands brushed against his cock, and she felt it jump under her touch. If anything he was larger than she remembered. She nuzzled at it's base, and smiled to herself as he groaned at her attention. She licked up the whole length, before gently lapping at the top. Sherlock gripped the sheets on the bed, "That's very nice, Molly."

She closed her mouth over the head, and sucked slowly. Sherlock raised a hand and gently rested it on her head, guiding her carefully. "Yes, that's good."

Molly felt herself getting wet. She could feel her own sex tightening uncomfortably. God he tasted so good. She paused and felt Sherlock's disappointment. She commenced again, and felt him stiffen. She felt the power she had over him, just for an instance. She released him from her mouth, and gazed up at him. "Please touch me." she asked him.

He reach down and pulled her up on top of him, so he could reach her. He stroked her back, and then kissed her breasts through the silk. He carefully lowered the thin straps on her negligee, allowing him to see her naked breasts. He paused watching her reaction.

"Please Sherlock." she murmured.

He continued to touch her back and stroke her hair "What do you want Molly? You have to tell me."

She whimpered in frustration. "Suck them, please?"

He kissed her passionately and then gently took a bare nipple into his mouth, at the same time he gently rubbed the other nipple slowly. She writhed on top of him. She was so soft and pliant. The black silk stark against her skin. She was so erotic. He so wanted to lift her on to him, to feel her riding him. But he wanted her to take the next step by herself. He moved her slightly, so she could feel his cock against her sex. Unconsciously she started to rub herself against it. Sherlock gently pushed her upright so he could see her astride him. He reached up to her chest and squeezed her breasts. She whimpered quietly, her pleasure evident.

Her breathing quickened, and she gazed down at him. He was so gorgeous, his black curls all tousled and his blue eyes wide as he watched her. In this position she was pinning his cock down, and it pressed against her clitoris. She gasped, as it felt so good, but she knew it could be better. He had shown her that last week.

"I need you," she said copying his words from before. Sherlock understood immediately and grasped her hips. He lifted her, releasing his cock before lowering her carefully back down.

Molly gasped at the sudden fullness, then purred with the pleasure of him filling her. Unbidden she began to rock on him, her breathing speeding up further. She felt the first stirrings of pleasure "oh please," she begged. "don't stop."

Sherlock watched as she took her pleasure from him, using him. He gripped her hands, fingers interlocking, supporting her as she rose and fell. He could feel his own orgasm building as she continued to move against him. "Tell me Molly. Say it."

Molly was almost beyond all rational thought. "Don't stop," she kept repeating. He realised how close she was as she began to shake. "Sherlock?" she begged.

Sherlock gripped her hips and thrust upwards deeply into her. Immediately she arched her back and ground herself onto him. Sherlock grunted, thrust again, cumming instantly. He continued to hold her down on him as she came, prolonging the experience for them both. She fell forward and he held her close, pressing her breasts to his chest and supporting her neck and head and twisting his fingers in her long blond hair. "It's alright Molly, I've got you." he whispered to her. "I've got you."

Molly had no idea how long it continued. It felt like forever as he continued to hold her down onto him. Eventually she calmed down and tried to control her breathing. He relaxed his hold and leant back slightly to look at her.

Her face was flushed and her breasts were swollen. She had never looked more beautiful.

"Thank you," he said sincerely.

Molly dropped her head shyly. "Thank you."

He gently lifted her and rolled her onto the bed. He kissed her neck and lips, and settled down next to her, holding her gently in his arms. "Tell me," he asked, "how did it feel to have that much control?"

Molly considered the question for a moment , and then giggled. "pretty good," she confessed.

He grinned. "Don't get too carried away." he said quietly into her ear. "I still have a lot of things to teach you."

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