CHAPTER 7

y dennis deyoung (for Paul)
Lead vocals by Dennis younger

As I reach out and touch your face
The moon lights up our first embrace
But please don't hesitate
Hold my hand, don't be afraid
Of the feelings in your heart
Just close your eyes, no one will mind
If we're to fall in love this first time
It's the first time
The first time for love
There could be so many worlds and mountains
We could climb
Together, the two of us tonight
The two of us, we're quite a pair
These lonely nights we both can share
So don't be shy, 'cause it's okay
I understand feeling that way
Hold my hand, don't be afraid
Of the feelings in your heart
Close your eyes, no one will mind
If we're to fall in love this first time

Man don't know if I can do this next chapter! All ready blushing like a schoolgirl and grinning like Anderson. Oh well time for the penny to drop so here it goes!

At molly's statement Sherlock stilled. Molly tensed thinking that she blew it. She hadn't realized that she was holding her breath waiting for him to do or say anything. Not sure what he wanted he stood up and reached his hand out to help Molly off the floor. Thinking she had just made herself the biggest fool she hung her head down. She couldn't bear to look at Sherlock now and she wasn't going to give him any more tears. She stopped breathing when Sherlock place a hand on her chin and raised her head up.

"why?" was the only word he could get out. His throat had closed up and he felt what... fear anticipation desire hope? He eyes kept dancing across her face and waited for her.

Molly took a steadying breath, and said what was on her heart.

"Sherlock I love you. I have for quite sometime. I know you can't return my feelings, I know you care and it is enough for me. After tonight I may never see you again and that thought is killing me so for tonight. I want you no expectations nothing more than you being here with me. I simply want you." She bit her bottom lip waiting. Hope had blossomed again in her heart and she had just handed it over to Sherlock.

Sherlock took in what she had said. Why did she think that he didn't feel? He felt too much right now. She was smart beautiful sexy(who knew?) and for some reason she loved him. He knew he cared for her but love? Could what he be feeling love, he had no reference for it so couldn't recognize it in himself. He knew he wanted her in every-way she took away his pain.

Wanting more, wanting everything she had to give. He step up to her and cupped her face. Leaning down into her space-her gravity- he leaned in close to her ear and said "yes."

His lips met hers with a hunger that he barely could hold back. His hands roamed over her body. Wanting something more not sure what his hands just kept playing with her back and hair.

Molly met his hunger with her own. Six years of wanting. Six years of dreams of hope. Wanting so much more she took the lead. She slipped her hands up to the buttons on his shirt. With a wordless question she asked permission he just nodded. With unbearable slowness she exposed the toned trim chest. Leaning in she placed a hand over his heart. Feeling his racing pulse she skimmed her hands over his nipples. At the sensation Sherlock growled deep in his throat. Molly pushed him down gently till they were on her bed. Laying down half on half off him she explored him. His chest, collarbones, face and settling onto his neck she found her favorite place on a man's body.

The juncture where the neck meets the shoulders so yummy she thought . She nibbled and then bite down a little harder. When Sherlock bucked under her. Molly moaned. The vibration went right through him. He grabbed her and flipped her unto her back, pinning both arms above her head. Staring intently at her , he left one hand there to keep her trapped and started to unbutton her shirt. Both of them were breathing hard trying to slow down. Sherlock thought he had never seen something so lovely. She was flushed all over it seems, her brown eyes were b rite but were all for him.

After sliding the shirt off her, he recaptured her arms back above her head. He then laid his head down between her breasts and just listened to her heart. "Molly I am not sure what I am doing here. I know I want to but I need you to to..." Molly heard the confusion in his voice. She smiled and ran he fingers through his dark curls.

" we can take it slow follow you instincts ," Molly's voice so soft accepting so loving. He leaned over and nuzzled her right breast at her gasp. He felt emboldened. He used his teeth to graze the nub the was pressing against her bra. Molly arched as if electricity had ran through her. He slipped his arms under her and pulled her to him. His kiss was everywhere. His hands fumbled with the back clasp of the bra. Chuckling Molly showed him that it was a front clasped bra. Laughing at himself (its all ways something) he resumed what he was doing.

He gave lavish attention to both her breasts , all the while Molly held his head almost cradling him there. He moved up and down her torso tasting everywhere. He cataloged every moan, every gasp every reaction he recorded and memorized.

Molly reveled in the sweet torture that Sherlock was doing to her. A smile lite up her face. Pulling on his hair to get his attention he pulled him back to her mouth. After an another passionate kiss that left her breathless. She locked her arms around his waist and rolled him unto his back. Then she straddled him Pinning his arms above his head. His smirk was warm and amused but he let her.

Laying slight weight upon him she went back to his neck. She felt him against her leg. He was aroused. Pulling up she looked him in his eyes. The question there in her eyes but to be sure she had to ask.

"Sherlock are you sure. We can stop now if you need to. Or want to."

all most growling he gave his answer.

"Molly I think we are both wearing too much clothes, don't you think?"

authors note - I know I am so evil but it is late and I am really going to have to pysche myself out for what comes next. So till next time (bwah hahahahaahah) dga!