So, here we are with another Christmas almost upon us. Which do you think is better? Christmas Day or Christmas Eve, anticipating Christmas or the reality.

Well I'm back home, the presents are packed and the food bought so im just going to enjoy it all. And before you wonder, yes, I'll be back again tomorrow with a Christmas Day chapter.

Putting the Sex into Christmas

Molly wouldn't have been able to describe the look on Sherlock's face even if she had had a million years and for the first time in her life she wished she could draw so she could try to capture it. If she had to try to put it into words she would have said adoration, devotion, love, passion, affection, ardour. But none of these were words she associated with Sherlock and especially not in conjunction with herself. He was passionate about his work, he had affection for his friends but he had only ever shown her friendship and respect.

'Molly, my Molly.'

As he spoke those words she could feel a lump forming in her throat. She had loved this man for so long and through so many ups and downs but even after they had slept together the other night she had never really truly believed that he could or would ever love her. And yet here he was standing before her with love in his eyes as he looked at her.

Slowly the distance between them reduced. Molly tilted her head up further towards his and as her eyes closed she was rewarded with the feel of his lips on hers. The kiss was slow but that didn't mean it wasn't passionate. It seemed to burn brighter with every passing minute. His hands moved so that one was on her waist and the other tangling in her hair as he turned her slightly so she was resting in the edge of the kitchen table.

As for herself her hands were on his back feeling how warm his skin felt through the thin fabric of his shirt. She stroked the length of his spine feeling his muscles under his skin; lithe and strong. She shivered as she thought about the hours to come realising that they had all the time in the world and, for once, no interruptions.

She heard herself moan as his tongue entered her mouth. Her legs parted as she sat on the edge of the table and he moved to stand closer to her pulling her against him so she could feel his own physical reaction to her.

She didn't know how long they had been kissing but when they finally broke apart they were both flushed and breathing heavily. Sherlock pulled back holding onto her hand, smiling slightly. 'No rush tonight, let's take our time, get some wine first and relax.'

She nodded and went in search of two clean glasses whilst he opened a fresh bottle of Pinot and then together they went and sat in the chairs by the fire. At least Molly tried to sit in John's old chair until Sherlock patted his knee and held his arms out to her. So instead she sat herself on his lap sipping her wine and staring into the fire wondering how she had got so lucky.

His fingers were busy brushing gently up and down her arm. His touch leaving a trail of tingling desire across her skin.

Molly wasn't sure whether to ask but she needed to know so without looking at him she asked him what had caused this change in his feelings towards her.

He was silent for a moment as he contemplated his answer, 'John told me you were thinking of leaving and I knew that you would, I'd seen the signs over the last few months and it all came to a head. I knew things had to change between us...that we couldn't just go on as before. I'm very good at burying my feelings and that is what I had done with you. It was only when I was confronted with the reality of you leaving that I realised I needed to act; to do something. But I'll be honest, initially I knew I found you attractive and I knew we got on well I just wasn't sure whether I could be with you emotionally and sexually and so I just let myself try it.' He glanced at her almost nervously wondering how she would take that news but her expression didn't alter she just carried on looking into the fire.

'But, little by little I realised that I did want to be with you, that I did find you sexually attractive and that maybe my feelings for you were already in place. All that was needed was for me to be open to it because it's always been you Molly. No one else has ever seen me the way you see me, no one else fits the way you do and now that I've seen what we can be together, I don't want to go back to being alone. The thought of being without you terrifies me.'

Molly finally turned to face him, putting down her wine as she did, and then they were kissing again and this time it quickly escalated, becoming increasingly more frenzied. Within seconds they were both pulling at the others clothing, battling with buttons and zips, cuffs and jumpers. Two or three times they had to break off from kissing to concentrate on removing something until eventually they were lying naked on the rug in front of the fire.

Molly lay on her back with Sherlock's mouth on her breast; her hands clutching at his curls making him growl even as his sucked and bit at her nipple. His hand stroked down from her ribs to her hip before moving to her clit, his fingers pressing and circling before delving inside her until she was calling his name and bucking underneath him.

He loved everything about her; how soft her skin felt, the taste of her, how responsive she was to his touch. He ached to be inside her remembering just how good it had felt the other day. But most of all he loved hearing his name on her lips as she came, he would never tire of hearing that.

He moved above her until they were aligned, and felt her small hand gripping his erection. She seemed to smile at him wickedly as she stroked him two or three times before allowing him to push into her soft warmth. He tried to watch her expression as he entered her but the feelings overwhelmed him and he closed his eyes, panting slightly as he tried to get a grip of his reactions.

He held himself still even as he felt his traitorous cock twitching within her urging him to just drive himself home. Her hands were sliding across and down his back until she pulled on his backside, thrusting herself onto him even further. He groaned in defeat and let his head fall to her neck as he thrust against her. He could hear her urging him on, her voice increasingly desperate as she chased a second climax. He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer, he could feel his come rising, his balls tightening and that white heat starting to overtake his mind.

He cried out her name, 'God, Molly please... come for me.' Then finally he felt her muscles pulse around him just as his own climax ripped through his body. He gave a final deep thrust into her welcoming body, his seed pumping deep within her, his muscles straining to hold the position as his mind blanked. There was no coherent thought just feelings.

It was so much better than Monday morning had been, so much more. As he collapsed onto her he heard himself telling her he loved her and that he would always be there for her, that he was sorry he had been so stupid and delayed for so long and he heard her reply as she told him it was alright and that she loved him too.

He wasn't sure how long they lay there for but eventually they were kissing again and continuing to explore each other's bodies. He watched his fingers ghosting over her skin which was bathed in the glow of the Christmas tree lights and the firelight. She looked radiant, the afterglow of sex lighting her up from within. Eventually she sat up and retrieved her glass of wine letting him remain lying down with his hand tracing her hips and spine.

'God, I am so glad you asked me to stay. That was so much more fun than an evening at my mums.'

He smiled, 'it's not over yet. I have plenty more planned. You, Molly Hooper, may yet live to regret saying you'd stay with me.' He sat up beside her and brought her face to his for yet another kiss. He felt as though he were becoming addicted to her. His mind, the thoughts that were normally whirling and racing and battling in his head felt sated and gloriously dulled. He drank his own wine and started to catalogue all the pertinent memories of their recent coupling paying particular attention to what elements seemed to have garnered the most reactions from her. He had ideas now about what he wanted to try going forward, this relationship had so many advantages both physical, emotional and mental that he was kicking himself for not embarking on it sooner.

He felt Molly take his glass out of his hand and then she hooked one leg over his lap so that she was sat straddling him, 'what are you thinking about? I lost you there for a bit.'

His lips twitched up as he looked at her, realising that somehow he had given her a love bite half way up her throat, the skin an angry red which caused a burst of possessive pride in his chest.

'I was thinking about how many ways I could make you come, I have every intention of working my way methodically through the list.'

She tilted her head and smiled, 'and what if I intend to make you come?' She rolled her hips rubbing herself against him giggling at his responding groan. She kissed down his throat as her hands moved over his skin sending tiny shocks all the way down to his hardening member.

She was still rocking herself against him gently and he heard her moan as his erection started to stimulate her clit. He pressed her lower back so she was rubbing herself against him more and more.

A moment later she lifted herself onto her knees and positioned him so she could slide onto him, impaling herself onto his now fully erect cock. His eyes widened at the feel of her taking control, taking from him what she wanted. He liked this new, confident Molly.

She pushed him so he was lying down and then she leant over him as she rode him, using his body to bring herself to climax. Her breasts were perfectly positioned for him to watch and enjoy as they bounced back and forth teasingly before his eyes. He caught one and brought his mouth up to suck her nipple enjoying sliding his tongue over its hardness. He bit lightly hearing her responding moan ripple through her body. One of her hands moved to hold his head to her chest and he felt her alter her angle so she could take him deeper into her body.

Within a short time he could tell she was on the verge of her orgasm. She was moaning his name, begging him to fuck her, telling him how good he felt. He drove his hips up even as he held her to him feeling his own climax starting to build. Once more as she came so did he, it was as though there was a chain reaction between them.

She bent her head to kiss him, her tongue plunging deep into his mouth as his orgasm took over, her first climax morphing into a second draining him dry. He felt almost boneless as they lay together a second time in front of the dying embers of the fire. Sherlock had no concept of how much time had passed since she had arrived in his flat but he was surprised to see it was almost ten at night when he finally sat up.

He threw a couple of logs onto the fire to build it back up but when Molly reached for her jumper he put out his hand and shook his head, 'oh no, whilst you're in my house you'll wear my clothes.'

She frowned in confusion and so he continued, 'I find I enjoy seeing you in my t shirts and dressing gowns. Go find something in my room.'

She shook her head as she laughed at him but dutifully padded off naked to retrieve something. He watched her go enjoying the sight of her naked backside so lush beneath her narrow waist.

A moment later she returned wearing his purple shirt with a single button done up at the waist and carrying a dressing gown for him. He had never thought much of a woman wearing his shirts before. When Janine had done it it had just been an irritation but seeing Molly in the shirt he knew was her favourite was nothing short of erotic. He was only disappointed that he would have to wait for his body to recuperate before he could remove it from her.

Worth the wait? I hope so! And we still haven't even reached Christmas Day yet. Until tomorrow.