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P.S.: This chapter contains a lot of SMUT so beware before reading.

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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 and BBC.

They both had beautiful smiles on their faces when they got to the bed. Molly laid herself down, just like that, and waited for him to come to her. Sherlock hesitated a few seconds before finally giving in to his desire and settled himself on top of her. Molly's legs opened wide immediately, inviting him. She put her hands in his hair, caressing his curls slowly as she pulled him down for a slow, intense kiss. Their tongues immediately made contact and this time, neither tried to be dominant over the other one. They created their own rhythm and let their tongues play on their own.

Sherlock removed Molly's pyjama top and watched her unbutton his shirt with a quick hand. It made Sherlock smile to see how she had gotten accustomed to undressing him. He remembered the first time they had made love. She had been shy and too silent, which he didn't like at all, and very vulnurable. But now, she was brave, lustful and strong. She was no longer the fragile girl he'd met years ago at St. Bart's, and Sherlock was proud of how her character had developed during the time.

After a few minutes of undressing each other, they were finally naked. Sherlock looked at her body intensely and noticed it was just like he had left it. It was clear that nobody else touched her during the time they were seperated. Not that she would do such thing, but he still suspected a little because he was jealous of someone else touching her. The mere idea repelled him.

"You're staring," Molly said and flashed him a smile.

Sherlock shook his head. "No, I am gazing. There's a difference."

Molly cocked an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Sherlock nodded and pulled her into a tender kiss. They started kissing at a slow pace but then it turned into a hungry, impatient kiss for both of them. Sherlock, like always, made his way to her neck, kissing the area he knew she liked the most: her pulse point. Then he took her earlobe in his mouth and heard her moan his name. He smiled against her skin and sucked her pulse point, sucking so hard on purpose to leave his mark there. One of his hands made its way down her belly, going past her navel and finding her wet entrance. She was already so wet for him that it made him groan against her hot skin.

Molly's eyes fluttered close when his thumb touched her clit gently and felt his curls caressing her breast. She opened her eyes to see he was now licking her nipples, not biting like he normally would. Molly figured out that he was trying to be gentler than normal. She knew he thought he had broken her by almost-cheating on her, but she was over that now. He had kissed that woman in a moment of weakness, but it didn't matter anymore because in the end, he came back to her.

"Stop thinking," Sherlock murmured as he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked it until he earned a loud moan from her. He could almost hear what she was thinking and it was annoying.

Molly bit her lip to keep herself from moaning louder and gasped when he sucked her other nipple, treating it the way he treated the other one.

She looked at him as he spread her legs wide. His curls were now tickling her thighs, and she giggled as a result. He smiled when he heard her giggle and licked her wetness, just a little to tease her. She put her hands on his hair, pulling on it slightly. This only encouraged him to do more, so he slicked his tongue in her, sucking her juice out of her. He loved how good she tasted. He kept suckling her until she was finally drained. Molly moaned and tugged on his hair when she felt him slid a finger inside her, not giving her a chance to recover herself even a little bit.

"Oh God…" The words left her mouth in a whisper. It felt so good that she started rocking her hips to his finger inside her. He saw how she was enjoying herself so he slid two more fingers inside her. He started thrusting them in and out of her, hearing her moan his name over and over. But he couldn't take it anymore. His cock was hot and dripping some of its cum on the bedsheets from the tip of it, getting harder and harder every second. He needed to be inside her. So he picked up his pace and pushed harder into her with his experienced fingers. When he twisted his fingers inside her and touched her clit, she came undone on his fingers with a loud cry.

She was still recovering from her recent orgasm when Sherlock pulled himself up and settled in between her legs. But when he remembered he didn't have a condom on, he froze. "Wait a minute," he said and got off from the bed, making his way to his wallet on the nightstand beside the entrance door with an absolutely inhuman speed. Molly huffed, missing his warmth almost immediately.

But he came back into the room quickly, his steps even longer and quicker than usual. His cock was throbbing so badly, his desire was making his head spin. Molly absently thought that there could be nothing faster than a man running to fetch a condom.

As soon as he slid the condom onto his hard cock, he settled himself on top of Molly. She wrapped her arms around his neck and caressed his curls like she always did. Then he slid inside her, slowly, carefully. Before he moved, he looked at her. He was inside her and she was looking into his eyes, giving him the permission he silently asked for. Then he started moving in and out of her slowly. He was afraid to break her—even though they had had sex before. And Molly was aware of this. But she didn't like him being so careful with her now, as if she were made of glass. She was a grown woman, after all, and to continue her relationship with Sherlock was her own decision. She always believed everybody deserved a second chance. And this was his—their–second chance.

She pulled him down for a kiss, and they kept kissing as Sherlock kept thrusting in and out of her slowly. Even though this was not enough for him, even though he wanted to feel every inch of her, he was restraining himself.

"Sherlock…" she whispered against his lips. She let her own lips to find their way to his neck, kissing every spot she could find. Her lips trailed along his jawline and then his cheekbones.

He closed his eyes at the sensation her lips gave him. He slowed down his pace but started thrusting into her harder. Every thrust reached the depths of her, making her scream with pleasure. He was so deep into her that she could feel him everywhere. He was slowly losing his control, he could feel it, but there was nothing he could do. He had no power over his body anymore as he kept thrusting into her, listening to her screams like a song playing in the background.

When the last piece of control he had slipped away from him, he grabbed her hips fiercely and started rocking her as hard as he could. He was not slow anymore, and she loved him even more for not being that way. Her eyes rolled back into her head at that one particular thrust he gave her. She was so close to coming, and Sherlock knew it only too well.

He kissed her once again and watched her whisper his name over and over again. His name sounded like a prayer on her lovely lips.

After a few more powerful thrusts from him, her eyes snapped open and she let herself go. She shuddered under him and felt it really amplified when he found her G-Spot. Her orgasm hit her so hard that at that moment, she could swear she was seeing real stars in front of her eyes. She heard him groan and slow down, giving her G-Spot a few more thrusts before coming undone himself.

She felt more sensitive than she normally felt after having an orgasm. They both stayed still for a few minutes, gathering themselves together. Though he was still inside her and with her sensitivity, she could feel how big he was inside her. Then she noticed the pain on each sides of her hips. Her brows furrowed and she saw he was still holding her hips tightly, his hold starting to hurt more.

He saw where she was looking and noticed he was still holding her so he let go of her hips gently. "I'm sorry," he mumbled with an apologetic look on his face. But his apology wasn't just for bruising her legs. It was for everything he had done wrong in the past. And she knew it.

She kissed him on the lips. "It's okay," she whispered, and watched him pull himself out of her. She licked her lips at the sight of him leaving the room to go to the bathroom. She sighed with pleasure, feeling alive more than ever.

After a few minutes in the bathroom, he came to the room and lay beside her. She looked at him with a huge smile on her face. "I missed you, too," she said, referring to what he said when she first pulled him to the bed before their lovemaking.

He smiled back at her. "I know," he quoted her and kissed her gently. She wrapped her arms around his bare back, deepening the kiss. They kept kissing for what seemed like hours to both of them before he settled himself up on her again.

He made love to her three more times that night.

First thing in the morning, she packed her things and got into the cab with Sherlock to return back to Baker Street. They were both happy to be going back home. Then he remembered the first time he went to Molly's flat, how it became a habit until he kept going there everytime he got bored. Before saying it out loud to Molly a few months ago, he had never actually admitted to himself that he went to her flat because he wanted to see her. He never wanted to admit the fact that her flat made him feel at home. But now he wasn't afraid to admit those things both to himself and Molly. He wasn't afraid of…feelings anymore. Sentiment was no longer an advantage found on the losing side.

He held her hand through their journey back to Baker Street. This was his way of saying, "I'm never going to leave you again," and Molly knew it very well. She trusted him with all her heart, and she knew he wouldn't waste this second chance they had.

When they reached Baker Street, the first thing they did was to eat some take-aways because last night wore them both out. But neither cared, because after finishing their meals, they couldn't resist the urge they were feeling and went to the bedroom to use the bed for anything other than sleeping.

It was finally peaceful.

I hope you enjoyed this new chapter everyone! And this time, I am going to do something I never did on a fanfiction I wrote before and give you a sneak peek of what's gonna happen in the next chapter! (;

Stay tuned!

Sneak Peek:

"What do you mean Mrs. Hudson's missing?" Sherlock yelled at Mycroft, who was standing there with a cold expression on his face, as if there was nothing wrong at all with Mrs. Hudson being missing.

He rolled his eyes before answering him. "Calm down, Sherlock. My men are doing their best to find her."

That's when Sherlock couldn't control his anger anymore and jumped right on Mycroft, pulling him from his collar up to the air. Sherlock pushed him to the wall behind him and cursed at him under his breath.

"Sherlock!"

Molly was holding a grocery bag in her hand when she entered the flat and saw Sherlock looking like he was about to kill his own brother. She dropped the bag to the floor and ran to Sherlock, calling his name loudly. But she knew she she should never step in between the two brothers when they were throwing daggers at each other with their eyes…