Bit of implied sex in this one (and the next). Well I say implied, it's terribly obvious, but you may not even notice :P
Molly had one final blast of voice, before John lips silenced her once again, barricading her front door with their bodies. "Is this how you used to woo Sherlock, Doctor Watson?"
"I never had to woo Sherlock." John smiled cheekily, if he didn't role with the joke it would only haunt him, and with his lips pressed to the underrated join between Molly's ear and jaw, he could do little too care for the pathologist's humor.
It was the divesting that had shocked them initially. Usually undressing with a new partner in the throes of passion was an arduous and awkward affair, fumbling with un-undoable buttons, getting caught in kisses, with t-shirts somewhere in between off and on, never quite gauging the pace of this new encounter. But for them it was reasonably simple, a unanimous all the clothes gone before they reached the bedroom agreement. They had undressed each other, but not in a painfully slow way, it also, probably couldn't be classed as particularly sexy, more practical, proficient. It suited them nonetheless.
After they had made their way to the bedroom, it was slow lingering kisses and soft sighs filling the silence of the flat.
Molly felt worshipped, which was new, it was not as if she had a plethora of boyfriends before John, in fact it had only been two, with some sparse dating here and there of no real consequence. But John, she was falling in love with John, and true emotion had never been so evident in such a primal act before, it felt blissful.
John felt the same, every part of his mind was spilling over with emotion for this woman beneath him and he wanted to show her, because in that moment there were no, but gruffly breathed, words. It was as if every part of his life had been leading up to Molly, before it had been leading to adventure, to Sherlock and running, but that had always been shaking at best. And unstable foundation for an unsure future, but now, now he could see himself with Molly for the rest of his days a future of blissful content, of shared bills and morning kisses. Oh and plenty more of this!
The sex was rapturous and overwhelming, sending both parties into a state of calm neither had felt since the fleeting moments of childhood; the memories of a life with no expectations, no future, no coherent thought but the now, washed over them. But the thought of a future that lie ahead from this moment left silly smiles on their faces.
It was three in the afternoon; they'd barley eaten all day, forgoing lunch for an early desert. And they huddled to each other; John softly laced his arms over Molly's bare stomach, as Molly laid soft kisses on the still glistening scar tissue on John's shoulder (something he would have usually tried to hide, to ignore, but Molly's attention to it was different, Molly was different).
"You certainly know how to spend a Wednesday, Doctor Watson." she murmured against his chest, still marveling slightly at his physique, she hadn't really gotten the chance in the lust fuelled haze.
John was doing much the same, scanning the feminine form wrapped in his arms, wondering quite what he had done to deserve such a beautiful woman. "It's not over yet, Doctor Hooper."
He clasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger, placing yet another kiss on her lips, it held promise. Molly rather enjoyed promise.
They didn't leave bed until the next morning. Molly's cheeks had began to hurt as she realized she'd been sleep smiling, something that had only ever happened since John. John had also noticed Molly's innocent little smile, that tugged at her lips even with her eyes firmly closed, he had woken up before her, and had the full intention to make them breakfast, maybe even pancakes, but had lost track of time in the curve of Molly's hips, her still kiss swollen lips and the bedraggled hair that lay over her shoulders.
Molly had awoken, therefore, to be faced with John's soft stare, raking his eyes over her. They had locked eyes and shared another kiss, before Molly made the painfully obvious decision to shower.
"Ima get up, shower and stuff, don't suppose you want to make coffee?" She spoke against his lips.
"I'll make coffee and toast, maybe I'll even stretch to cereal or pancakes, but I think I may well join you in the shower first. If that's okay with you?" Her smile answered all his questions.
They had spent the rest of their lazy Thursday, lazily. Pajamas were about the most either was willing to stretch to in dressing for the day, and they ate good food whilst watched appalling TV.
It was reminiscent of when they'd started living together, but the thundercloud that had floated above their heads was forgone in favor of the sunshine, and this time languid kisses were present, where Meena or Greg were not.
Oh, Meena's going to have a field day when I tell her about this.
Ha, Greg is most certainly hearing about this, I don't care if he 'told me so'.
It was now safe to say that John and Molly's flat had a spare room.