Chapter 8

an; sorry so long in updating guys life has been kinda hellish for me lately. So I hope this weekend I can get some writing done for my own sanity! Thanks for hanging with me and hope you enjoy.

Take me I'm yours (take me)
Now I'm coming up for air (I'm yours)
I'm gonna live my time for the rest of my life
Then I'll be coming back for more- erasure
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Molly just closed her eyes... .It was something out of her dreams-Sherlock asking her to take off her clothes. Scared of breaking the spell she complied. She crawled off of him a gracefully as she could.(no one had ever been able to make that look sexy she thought.) standing at the foot of the bed she slowly dropped her skirt to the floor all the time holding Sherlock's gaze. Her knickers followed shortly after. Her first instinct was to cover herself but he stopped her with a breathless "no." Feeling bold she crawled upon the bed and started to help the detective out his now ill fitting pants. Once that blasted belt was undone -why did they make them so hard to undo! She slowly ran her fingers up his erection a slight caress that make Sherlock gasp and look at Molly. She looked like a goddess kneeling beside him. Her face was in profile and a slight hungry smile tugged at her lips. She gave him another slight rub with a bit more of her hand and was rewarding by a groan that reverberated all the way down into her very center.

Sherlock was about to rip of his pants or crawl out of his own skin, he wasn't sure which. The sensations were nothing he had expected. He felt overwhelmed by his pathologist and what she doing to him and for him. When her hands went to lower his pants (when had she undone the button or the fly?) He stilled suddenly nervous about what was going to happen. What would this act do to him? Would he still be Sherlock Holmes or would he become ordinary? The thought terrified him for his own identity was tied to his intellect would this diminish him just when he needed to be at the top of his mental capabilities?

Sensing that he had stilled and was trying to regain some composure, Molly stopped and looked at him. She saw his fear and confusion. She smiled up at him and moved to where her head rested on his chest. Her hand she placed over his heart.

"what is it? What's wrong?" a tear escaped from her eye but she ignored it. This is where he says stop. She thought.

"I am scared Molly. Properly scared. Of failing, of falling, and what will happen to me if we continue." Molly raised up and got to where she could see him. Before she could speak he continued.

"I have all ways felt (or been told) that sentiment was a weakness and it reduces people to their base needs. It clouds intellect and I am desperately going to need my mind to be clear for what I have to do. I want this with you Molly Hooper but what happens to me after wards? These sensations are overwhelming I can't process it."

Molly thought about what he said. For a moment biting her bottom lip(had he ever thought they were small?)when the answer came to her.

"Sherlock don't try to just experience it. For once let your body rule the mind and feel it. You can sort it all out at a later time. But for now just be." She leaned in a placed a kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then moved her lips close to his ear and breathed "anyway if you really enjoy yourself look at it as a reason to come back home."

she waited there in the moonlight while Sherlock just looked at her. She gave so much to them all, to him, and never asked for anything in return. how had he not seen her before today? Her words made him smile. Little mousy molly was brave, so much braver than he was. She was brave enough to give him her heart know that he broke everything he touched. She trusted him that much. She knew him all most as well … no she saw him better than John did, and still was willing to give him her heart.

Sherlock leaned in a kissed her like a condemned man(and he was, wasn't he).His hands where everywhere like he wanted to map every inch of her skin, commit it to memory. Then he finished what molly had started, making very short work of his offending pants and boxers in a shimmy that would have made Madi Hari proud.

Molly had not stopped kissing Sherlock through out the whole time so when she came up for air (for she was drowning and did not want to be saved) she noticed well him. He was larger than she expected and it sent a wicked shiver through her. She draped her self over him covering him like a hastily wrapped sheet. Her hands started tracing patterns on his chest and trailed down wards. Looking up at her detective and yes if she was his pathologist the he was definitely her detective, she let her hand slowly drop down till she was able to take him in hand. He felt like silk and steel and she gently gave him a slow stroke. The guttural moan and shiver she got in response thrilled her. She wanted him undone at her hands. She wanted to see him unmasked all armor thrown aside if for a shining moment.

She leaned over him and trailed kisses down his chest. .Her hair sliding across his torso felt like silk and sin to Sherlock. His hands came up and buried them in her tresses.(yes they were as soft as he thought they would be) Then Molly poured liquid heat on him when she took him into her mouth.

"Molly ahhhh fuck arghhhh" with a smile she started to slowly lick up and down alternating with light nibbles along the shaft. All Sherlock could do was try to slow his breathing he felt like he couldn't get enough air. His hands stayed fisted in her hair gently tugging and pulling. He pulled too hard and that broke his euphoria – had he hurt her? But her moan told him a different answer. Closing his eyes again he gave himself back over to her ministrations.

Molly for her part was beyond enjoying this. The man she never thought to reach, her impossible hope, was here now with her. She savored every moan every shiver. She had no delusions of a future with this man except to be there for him, to love him – to hell – to death- and back.

Sherlock knew that if this didn't stop it would be over before it really began. So with a gentle tug he directed her attention back to his face(she is so beautiful right now) and she came willing back to kiss him again. Now the kisses were more. Her 6 years of longing she put into that kiss. Her years that she loved him for just him.

"Molly molly molly" he whispered against her lips a mantra against the pain, the fear. A balm for his soul. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled until she was beneath him. His eyes locked with hers, His tri – colored kaleidoscope eyes to her warm brown depths, The question was there in his face a silent plea for what Molly wasn't sure but when had she denied him anything? She raised her hands up to cup his face.

"yes."

with that Sherlock used his knee to open her legs up for him. He positioned himself right at her opening. He could feel against his member how ready she was for him but looked at her once again. Seeking her acquiescence to what he wanted to do.

"yes" was all she said again. She saw what he asked in his eyes what he needed from her in that moment and afterward. She would be his anchor his reason to come back his safe harbor. His only connection to the life that would be no more after tomorrow.

He took his time entering her , savoring every sensation. Molly's moan at the feeling of impalement made him want to just let go and claim her in every way to mark her as mine. He kept the slow pace until he was fully in side her. Resting his forehead against her he sighed then kissed her face then moved onto her neck. His breath felt like a dragon was scorching her skin and she welcomed the burn. He kissed her forever it seemed till Molly couldn't take the stillness any more. She started to move underneath him or tried too he was so much taller than her so leverage in this position was nearly impossible for her. She didn't even recognize her voice. It was lower and raspy "Please Sherlock...I need... oh god …. please."

He responded by setting a slow pace at first. She felt so incredible , it felt so incredible to be so connected . Without conscious thought his hips started to speed up the rate of his thrusts and the primal part of his brain wanted more. More of this more of Molly Molly obliged by raising her hips to meet each thrust. He could feel the trembling in her thighs and though having never done this before he could tell she was close to letting go. The thought of her release drove him on. His thrusts got harder he snaked his arms under her shoulders till she was truly pinned by him. Words were spilling from him with no thought behind them.

"that feels sooo fucking incredible- you feel incredible!" at the language Molly bucked under him. Nuzzling her he growled yes growled at her . The rumble of his voice saying "mine mine mine" took her to the brink and when he bit down hard on that oh so sweet spot on her neck. She completely unraveled. Her motions were no longer coordinated and all that the flat heard was the sound of them coming together and her gasps.

"Sherlock... love …. don't stop … yes... oh my dear Sherlock!"

On the frantic call of his name He joined her. The sensation of it was a tsunami Sherlock pounded into her calling her name over and over, as he spilled into her. She held him watching his face the whole time. If his eyes had been opened he would have seen the single tear that fell from her eyes and all the love that she had for him. But he missed it (it was all ways something right?) The tear was gone when he opened his eyes and all he saw Molly's smile.

When he went to clean up Molly felt bereft. She knew now . She knew him as no one else did and tomorrow he could be gone. She wouldn't have missed it for the world she knew but it still saddened her just a bit. She busied herself with changing out the sheets and When she heard the water shut off she grabbed a dressing robe and waited for him to emerge.

Her smile was the first thing he saw . It seemed too brite not quite genuine not quite Molly unsure (god he hated that sensation) he stopped her at the door.

"are you OK Molly?" his uncertainty was touching. It was the Sherlock he kept under wraps so no one could see. Her smile became a true smile.

"Yes Sherlock I am. That was quite amazing. You were wonderful." Standing on her tip toes she placed a gentle kiss on his mouth." now I want to shower and to crawl back into bed and for us both try to get some rest."

She let the tears flow in the shower and did not sob. No that would be afterward s when he was gone. Taking a deep breath she found the strength to go back into the room where he was waiting.

She climbed in to bed and patted the empty side. "come to bed Sherlock you need to rest. Please." she was surprised when he didn't put up a fight but climbed under the covers with her. She laid her hear on his chest and just listened to him breathe. She replayed everything that had happened had it only been 12 hours really?

When his breath had evened out and she was sure he was asleep the last thing she did before sleep claimed her was to whisper the truth into the dark.

"I love you Sherlock Holmes I all ways have and all ways will."

What she couldn't know or see what the wide eyed look of shock on the face of the world's only consulting detective.

Authors note – so threw some references out their for you fangirls and guys to find. Hope you enjoyed It was up to 1 am getting this ready to go for you so if it is really cocked up(snerk) I blame lack of sleep. I think I will take this till he comes back home to play with my headcanon a bit . I mean who did he have to take out besides Moran and those snipers hmm. Ohh the plot bunnies are getting busy .

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DGA!