I am still not over the fact that our ship is canon now! Moffat is awesome. Seriously.
Well, before I start fangirling again, here's the new chapter…
Oh and, thanks a lot for everyone who has reviewed, favourited and followed my story so far! I wouldn't be continuing this story if it weren't for you guys. ^^
A/N: English is not my native language so please ignore my grammar mistakes if there are any. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this fanfiction. All credit goes to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat&Mark Gatiss and BBC.
Once they were finally in the bedroom, snogging each other nonstop, Molly tugged on his necktie and loosened it a bit. She didn't intend to remove it, not yet. She liked playing with his clothing before having sex. It was her favourite part of their foreplay.
Sherlock, with his hands on her hips, slowly finding their way to her thighs, slammed her to the nearest wall in the bedroom. Her back gave a loud thud and she gasped, her eyes opening wide. The surprising thing was, he saw sparkles in her eyes when he did that. Her breathing fastened up, her lips gone dry.
So his Molly liked it rough after all.
Well, that was unexpected. And also new.
He grinned at her and held her legs tightly. Molly grinned back at him, knowing he just figured out one of her biggest fantasies about him. They never basically done it on the wall and she always imagined them on this position. And more. Okay, she had lots of fantasies about him and this was just one of them.
She wrapped her legs around him, holding his shoulders as he attacked her neck, sucking and biting all the spots he found. She knew she would have to wear a scarf tomorrow but she didn't care. The harder he bit her, the more she moaned and it was enough for him to know she was quite enjoying herself.
His hand slipped under the skirt of the dress and found her underwear, pulling it off of her legs. It was a little difficult to do considering the position they were in but he managed just well. His hunger was crystal clear and it excited Molly, more than it normally did. He slid a finger inside her slowly, then pulled it back immediately.
Molly's brows knitted. "I said don't tease me, Sherlock."
Sherlock grinned devilishly at her and slid two fingers inside her. He started thrusting his fingers in and out of her, listening to her moans as if she was singing him a beautiful song. But as he teased her, he got more aroused himself. He considered plugging himself to her right at that moment but then saw how she was just on the edge of her orgasm, so he continued with his fingers. She rocked her hips to his fingers, trying to feel more of him. Before she could even enjoy what was going on fully, her body betrayed her and she came, seeing stars in front of her eyes.
Molly frowned but Sherlock held her legs over his shoulders, locating them there safely and started sucking all her juice from her, not even letting her get herself back together after her first orgasm. Molly closed her eyes, smiling as he came up to face her, licking his lips seductively. She pulled him up to her level, kissing him as hard as she could. Having sex on the wall was really good but it had its disadvantages.
With one hand on his beautiful black curls, her other hand found his belt, unbuckling it easily. When she became an expert on taking his clothes off so easily, she had no idea.
She slipped her hand underneath his underpants and grabbed his hard cock, lightly caressing it with her fingertips.
His lips on hers became heated the second she touched his bare manhood, touching it so gently. She tightened her grip on his cock, teasing him on purpose. She pulled her hand up and down until she finally earned a loud moan from him.
Molly smiled as he pulled her away from the wall and carried her to the bed. He put her on to the bed not so gently and positioned himself right on top of her, his hard cock touching her tight entrance.
"Now you know how it feels to be teased." Molly whispered at him, smiling smugly.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes. But without saying anything, he pushed himself inside her. He wasn't gentle when he pushed inside her, he wasn't gentle when he grabbed her hips and pulled her to him more, he wasn't gentle when he rocked her hips to his harshly. He just wasn't. Tonight, he was no gentleman. Tonight, he was an animal with needs.
Molly, however, enjoyed it so much more than she normally enjoyed their normal sex. At the age of 31, you figure out you like it rough, Molly thought and chuckled, seeing Sherlock chuckle with her. But neither said anything about it. Molly already knew that somehow Sherlock could always hear her thoughts.
He kept thrusting in and out of her, squeezing her boobs which he called small a few years ago. He dismissed the thought immediately. They were absolutely not small. He enjoyed them quite well. Especially those nipples… They were his weakness. He loved biting them and he knew it was a little bit of a twisted fantasy.
As he was thinking about it, he also took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it until he heard Molly scream his name. She was panting, rocking her hips to his while he held her strong. But she needed more and so did Sherlock. He started pushing his cock inside her harder and faster while his hands worked on her nipples.
Molly wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him closer for a kiss. They shared some sloppy kisses, their wet bodies crashing each other. Her hands reached up to his curls, tugging them lightly to encourage him to move harder into her. She knew she could never get enough of him but she could try.
After a few more powerful thrusts, he came into her as she came at the same time with him. They both stayed still for a few minutes, trying to control their breathing.
He kissed her forehead before excusing himself to the bathroom. Molly sighed with satisfaction, licking her lips to taste him once more. He will be the death of me, she thought and giggled, wrapping the sheets around herself. Without him, the room was pretty cold.
When he came back to the room, she was awake, grinning widely.
"Seems like you waited for me to come back to the bed." Sherlock said and got into the bed, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"I just wanted to kiss you before going to sleep." Molly whispered to his lips.
Sherlock grinned and kissed her slowly, tenderly as if it was his first time kissing her. Molly smiled as he kissed him back, feeling her eyelids becoming heavier. He kissed her one last time before putting his head on the crook of her neck, breathing her beautiful vanilla flavoured shampoo.
"I love you, Sherlock." She whispered before closing her eyes and letting herself fall asleep.
Though she could swear she heard him say "I love you too" before drifting away to a peaceful sleep.
So, the whole chapter was smut, I know, but I think it was needed to show how much they actually love each other. And you know, sometimes actions can speak louder than words. Yet, next chapter will have more fluff then smut, I promise! LOL
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xoxo Louvreangel