Chapter 6
I found a lover for the first time in my life,
You took me out of the wilderness,
Just like a diamond, you were shining bright, through the night
And let me stay in your arms to rest
For An Angel (Found A Lover) lyrics
OK guys we enter the smutty stuff now. So definitely m and if I really bollocks this up let me know gently. After all it is my first time (Sherlock's too)
love and kisses
deadgurlagain
xxx
Sherlock felt Molly start to pull away then stop. Curious he raised his eyes to her. She looked like she was going to completely pull away from him and he realized that he didn't want her to leave but didn't know what to do to make her stay. The pain in his chest was overwhelming. He felt broken inside(well he does break everything and everyone so why not himself) his hands tightened and he pulled her back to his chest. A sigh was all the expression he allowed himself. She made it bearable, that pain, but he didn't understand why.
Molly's inner debate was in full swing when Sherlock pulled her into the hug. When had her arms got around his waist? She just closed her eyes and savored the feel of his chest against her cheek. He even smelled like she thought. Spicy and sweet like a clove with undertones of something woodsy and something decidedly male. The debate still raged inside her to finally be brave enough to at least try. When Sherlock's hand started stroking her hair. The mousy side of molly conceded the battle to her brave side. The side that was – to hell and back.
When she pulled away again(he had no ideal what was coming) Sherlock was not ready for it. When he could see her face he didn't understand what he was seeing. It was the same determined face he had seen in the morgue. Did she really want to get away from him? Saddened by that thought his hands dropped to his sides.
Molly saw the look but did not comprehend it (it went against years of her knowledge of Sherlock)but was determined to go through with her decision. Even if it killed her(and if he rejected her it probably would) she placed her hand gently on the face of the man she loved with everything she was. As she slowly leaned in a prayer pasted her lips. "please just give me this." and with that she kissed Sherlock Holmes.
The kiss was chaste nothing too racy but Sherlock was well gobsmacked. His emotions were everywhere. Molly was kissing him! What did he think about that (lips definitely not too small!)and more importantly how had she stopped that terrible pain? These thoughts lasted for about 5 seconds because Molly leaned into him and he felt the tip of her tongue come out and gently lick the corner of his mouth. A soft sigh came from whom? Her? No he realized he was the one who had sighed. He tentatively brought his arms around her and started to kiss her back, mirroring what she was doing to him. This time it was Molly that made a sound. Smiling through the kiss the detective reached up and wound his hands through molly's long tresses giving then a slight tug. The moan that came from molly fed some purely masculine, sexual side of Sherlock that he had never felt or seen before today.
He stilled the kiss long enough to catch his breath , his shared breath with Molly. Resting his forehead on hers he purred at Molly.
"liked that didn't you?"
Molly, stunned at his tone of voice opened her eyes and leaned back a bit. Sherlock was relaxed but his pupils were blown his breath erratic and his pulse well she could feel that on her own skin it was so strong and fast. Her brave side, no not just her brave side all the things that made her Molly, smiled up at Sherlock and teased him. She flirted with Sherlock Holmes!
" My dear Sherlock you do know that turn about is fair game ?" and before he could even smirk she was kissing him again this time pushing her tongue gently between his lips asking for entrance. She moaned again when he parted his lips and they each started exploring one other. Her hand trailed over his arm slowly which brought a small shiver from the detective. Then to his shoulders then his neck. Reaching the back of his head she buried both hand into his hair. Finding the curls soft and clingy (like snakes they wrapped them selves around her fingers) she just kept playing with his hair.
She had to chuckle when that got a louder moan from Sherlock.
Not wanting to break the spell she kissed his cheek then moved to his neck. Nibbling and kissing upward she reached that sweet spot right below and behind the ear. She breathed into his ear softly "Sherlock I need …..you."