Chapter 31: A New Experience

Emmaline sat perched at Sherlock's desk, looking over letters and papers she had received from Cambridge. It was mid-July and she had gone through all her new student orientation, registered for classes, and signed up for a dorm room. She would be leaving Sherlock all on his own at the beginning of September; though he had told her, he would drive up every weekend to see her.

Emmaline sat back and smiled at the thought of her boyfriend of almost two months. Best friends for two years and they had recently started dating. He made her happy, and she knew that she was lucky to have him. The only thing that bothered her about him was he had taken up the bad habit of smoking again. He had quit when forced into drug rehab by his older brother Mycroft, but had taken up the habit again shortly after she had started dating her now ex-boyfriend Henry. For almost a year she had been trying to dissuade him from the awful vice, but to no avail.

Sherlock had promised that he would quit, but had not done so yet. That was where he was, outside smoking. If he tried to come in and kiss her, she would make him go and brush his teeth first, as she always did. It annoyed Sherlock to no end, but Emmaline hated the taste of tobacco.

Emma made sure that all her papers were in order, and that she had the copy of her scholarship before putting the documents away in her file folder, and locking them in the filing cabinet that Sherlock had recently acquired for all of his important case documents. In the back, he had labeled a folder named "Emmaline," just for her papers.

She heard footsteps on the stairs outside the flat, and assumed Sherlock was coming up from smoking outside. When the door opened and he walked in, she smiled.

"When are you going to quit again?" Emma asked teasingly.

"Ha-ha." He deadpanned, kicking off his shoes. "I'm taking a shower."

"What's wrong?" Emmaline asked seriously.

"Lestrade has not called me in a week – I am getting restless, waiting for a case!" Sherlock threw his hands up in the air before slapping them against his thighs in frustration.

"I am sure he will call you soon baby." Emma reassured him.

Sherlock's lips tugged up at the corners at the new pet—name; he had often called her 'love' or 'darling', but she had never called him anything but 'Sherlock'.

"'Baby'?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Do you not like it?" She asked with a coy smile.

Sherlock shook his head with a laugh. "No, I like it."

Emma laughed and stood up, walking across the room to wrap her arms around his waist.

"How about a kiss?" She asked, standing on tiptoe.

"I have not brushed my teeth yet." Sherlock told her.

"You are in a bad mood – I can make an exception."

Sherlock leaned down to press a quick kiss against her lips, smiling against them when she shivered. He pulled back and kissed her forehead.

The taste of tobacco had not been a good one, but Emmaline loved feeling Sherlock so close to her, and his upper lip drove her crazy. It was such a deep Cupid's bow that it felt pleasurable against her plump lips.

"I do have to take a shower." Sherlock told her, chuckling at her grip on his waist.

"Right, well, who's stopping you?" Emma asked, pulling away.

"No one, now." Sherlock teased, stepping into the bathroom.

Emmaline chuckled quietly to herself; when he wanted to be, Sherlock could be quite charming and witty. He just rarely ever chose to be; he preferred the cold, hard, logician around others. Around her, he was the Sherlock that she knew and loved.

It was Emmaline's turn to sleep on the couch, and from the sound of the running shower, she thought Sherlock might be busy a while. Therefore, she went into the bedroom to find herself a change of pajamas. She changed into her Hello Kitty shorts, and took off the grimy shirt she had worn that day.

She listened at the door of the bathroom to hear if the shower was still on; it was, so Emmaline decided to have a quick snack before finishing dressing. She often did it when Sherlock texted to say he would be gone overnight on a case; he was busy now, so what was the harm? If she were living in a dorm she would be able to walk around in her bra, and Sherlock was occupied now. She would just have to be quick with her snack.

Emmaline began rifling through the cabinets and fridge, looking for something quick to eat. In the back of the fridge, she found a slice of chocolate cake.

"Oh hell yeah." Emma whispered excitedly to herself, grabbing for the cake.

She moaned in delight as the first bite of the chocolate cake exploded over her taste buds. Bite after bite, the cake, and frosting and chocolate chips made her groan in appreciation. She licked a bit of frosting off her bottom lip, and polished off the slice of cake.

"What are you doing in here?" Sherlock asked, his head rounding the corner.

"Eating the last slice of cake." Emma told him, smacking her lips.

Sherlock watched from the doorway as she turned to put the plate in the sink, becoming consciously aware that she was just in shorts and her bra. He gazed at the flesh that was visible before him, her taut calves, her strong, full thighs, and then the beginning of her shorts, covering what little there was left to see.

The shorts stopped at her hips, again exposing that olive toned body to his observation. Her beautiful hourglass shape and curve, and her arched back as she leaned over the sink: Sherlock could see it all. As she moved her arms, washing the plate, he caught tiny glimpses of the black material covering her breasts.

Sherlock's skin seemed to swelter, and the water from his shower seemed to steam, as he got hotter, and hard. He cleared his throat, trying to keep it casual, but all he could think about was the sudden need to crush her body beneath his.

"Finished?" Sherlock asked, making sure his towel was still wrapped tightly.

"Yeah, all done." Emma turned around with a smile.

Sherlock groaned quietly to himself as she turned and he saw the little black bra, covering so little of the flesh there.

"Oh…" Emma seemed to remember what she was wearing and blushed, her cheeks and chest turning pink from embarrassment.

"Sorry; I'll just go put my shirt on." She glided past him in the doorway, her bare skin brushing his.

She stopped in the doorway, his hot skin causing tremors to rock her belly, and her breathing to deepen. Sherlock reached out and brushed his fingers along the length of her arm, smiling when she trembled at his touch. He brushed her hair off the back of her neck, kissing the skin there lightly, brushing his lips up and down.

"Oh Emmaline…" He whispered, planting feverish kisses along the length of her neck.

She brought her hand up to rest on his neck, keeping him there; Sherlock smiled against her collarbone, tracing his lips across it.

"Did you do it on purpose?" He asked. He wondered if she had forgotten a shirt on purpose to entice him.

"No but I should have." She told him, turning to face him.

At the sight of her flushed face, and her dilated pupils, Sherlock smiled. He had her, and she knew he did. He pulled her flush against him, this American girl who had changed his life in every way. The woman who, two years ago, he had thought of as inconsequential. Sherlock had been wrong; she was so important; she was everything.

Emma gasped as she felt Sherlock against her belly; all thoughts of pulling away left her mind however when his fingers ran their way up her back to play with the clasp of her bra. If he was going to do it, she wanted him to do it now.

Sherlock crushed his lips to hers, needing to feel her, needing her to understand that this moment was so important and why. He loved her, and he wanted to express that to her in every way possible. However, right now, something new was taking over Sherlock.

The two times he had ever been with anyone at University, a man had come forth to replace the logician that usually made up Sherlock's personality. As he undid the clasp of her black bra, and she reached up to remove the straps from her shoulders, all he could think was: I want to be her first.

She had told him that Henry had never come close to this, never gotten near where Sherlock was now. He wanted to own every part of her, to make her his. Sherlock flicked his tongue out against her plump lips, running it along the length of them, seeking an invitation. Her lips opened and his tongue began to explore her sweet and delicate mouth.

Emma was a willing, if fumbling participant. She had never gone this far with anyone before, and was not quite sure how to proceed. Her bra was gone, cast aside, but Sherlock for now was still interested in their kisses, which ignited a roaring fire in her belly.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing her English detective closer to her, allowing her tongue to twine with his. She wanted this; she just was not sure how to tell Sherlock it was OK. He seemed to be hanging back, holding off for some word of hers. With a lingering sigh, she broke their kiss.

Emmaline ran a thumb across Sherlock's swollen bottom lip; he growled and took the tip of her thumb into his mouth, sucking gently. Emma moaned in delight, running a hand up his stomach, feeling the tight tension held there. The fire was quickly consuming every part of her, and she needed him. Sherlock was the only thing that could quench the flame.

Yet he still held back; with a wet 'plop' he released her thumb. His hands roamed up from her hips, to her stomach, always awaiting her withdrawal. As much as he wanted her, he would stop if she told him too. This was something Sherlock had wanted since they had shared that first kiss by the firelight; to feel her writhing under him, to hear his name on her lips as she called out in that most passionate of ways. He wanted her, and he wanted her now. If she did not stop him, there would be no going back for him.

His thumbs finally reached that soft flesh they had been searching for, running across it gently. Emma quivered with pleasure, her hand on the back of his neck leaving marks from the force with which she held him; her mouth came within inches of his, blowing hot breath on his wet lips before retreating. As his thumb flicked across her hardening nipple, he held strongly to her. As waves of delightful sensation hit her belly, she gripped Sherlock's waist and dug her nails into his skin; instead of causing pain, it caused pleasure. He welcomed the new sensation as he gripped her nipple and pulled, causing her to moan.

"Emmaline," he whispered hotly in her ear, "I need you."

Hearing him say that was all she needed; she wanted him as well, and hearing him say it was joyous confirmation that they felt the same way. Emma no longer cared that she was new to this and felt like an idiot; she wanted this experience with Sherlock, badly.

In answer, she took his mouth forcefully under hers and bit his bottom lip, drawing it out with her teeth. Sherlock moaned and kissed her with feverish abandon. With strong hands, he grabbed her calves and hoisted Emma up against him, holding her there with arms around her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around his neck, kissing him with wild delight. There was no going back for them; it was this and nothing else.

Sherlock was sure that Emmaline felt she was fumbling, but to him it made her all the sexier. It was proof to him that he would be the first to enter her, and the first to hear her wild cries. He clutched his American goddess closer to him, feeling the heat emanating from her skin, and her hard buds rubbing against his chest, maximizing his own pleasure.

Sherlock moved into the bedroom, depositing her unceremoniously on the bed. He grabbed her wrists and held them above her head, keeping her there to his open eye. He smiled and placed his lips on the underside of her jaw, giving wet kisses.

"You are so beautiful." He said, biting her bottom lip, much the same way as she had done.

Emma squirmed under him, unable to stand much of the teasing.

"We'll get there." He promised.

He placed a gentle kiss on her throat, working his way down before glancing up quickly at Emmaline, a wicked gleam in his eye. He took her left breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the hard bud. Emma writhed under him, making Sherlock harder. He bit her nipple gently, causing Emma to cry out in pleasure and pain. She bit her bottom lip as he began to apply the same attention to her other breast.

Emma was not sure how much more she could handle; even this much short attention was causing her to become wetter and she needed to relieve the pain now. Only Sherlock could make it better, but he was insisting on taking his damn time.

Sherlock kissed each of her wet nipples before again kissing his way down her delicious body. Every sensation was heightened as she wriggled underneath him, trying to get her hands free. Sherlock smiled to himself as he kissed her taut belly, and grazed his teeth against the waistband of her Hello Kitty shorts. He wanted her just as much, if not more, but he knew that it was her first time; he wanted to make it as pleasurable for her as possible. Sherlock was not sure how much of that promise he would be able to fulfill, because he needed to be in her soon.

He released her hands as he gripped her shorts and tugged them down, pulling them off her ankles. He looked up at her as he heard the whimpering noises she made; she reached forward to grab him, pulling him down on top of her. She gripped his hair tightly, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. Emma kissed his face, his jaw, his throat, trying to treat him with the same affection.

Sherlock smiled against her swollen mouth, understanding what she was trying to do for him.

"This is all about you tonight love." He whispered against her hot mouth.

Sherlock pushed his hips down against hers, causing Emmaline to claw at his back, intensifying the burning pain between her legs. She forgot all about trying to please him, her attention again being brought sharply back to the pulsating need she felt.

"I can make it feel good." He promised, pushing down again; he knew she was able to feel him through the thin towel that was still hanging about his hips.

Emma nodded her head, drawing his mouth to hers again. It was all she wanted, to have him, to feel him. Sherlock grinned against her mouth, teasing his fingers down her thighs and up again, playing with the waistband of her underwear.

Emma lifted her hips up so he could easily remove them. He brought his mouth again to hers, hoping to distract her as his fingers again danced across her sensitive inner thighs. He found her sensitive nub and flicked it, pleased at the tremor of sensation that ran through her young body.

Before she had time to recover, he had plunged a finger into her wet depths, searching for another way to bring her further into the rapacious ways of pleasure. Her body had stilled at the intrusion, wondering what he was doing. Sherlock plunged another finger in, kissing her mouth as he did so.

"All part of the pleasure." He promised, moving them in and out, stoking the wild fire that burned in her.

Emmaline breathed in deeply as Sherlock caused her to grow wetter and needier, taking in the musky scent of the room for the first time. She ignored everything else as she felt the building wave inside her, caused by Sherlock's fingers moving in a fast and frantic rhythm. Just as she was close to falling over the cliff of her desire, he pulled his fingers out with a 'plop.'

Emma took in a shaky breath and looked down at Sherlock.

"Why?" She asked rather shakily.

"Shh." He whispered. "I promise, soon."

Then he did something which surprised Emmaline; he popped his fingers in his mouth and sucked them, smiling at her shocked expression. He crawled his way up her body, slowly, trailing his wet fingers up her inner thigh, but skipping where she so wanted to feel his touch.

He touched his tongue to her lips, begging them to open and let him in. She obeyed and he kissed her deeply, making her swollen lips sore. She moaned against his mouth at the new sensations, and tugged at the towel around his hips.

Sherlock held himself above her body, watching her determined expression as she worked away at the knot that held the towel on. Finally, she undid it and tossed the towel aside, that last article of clothing disappearing.

Emma reached down and raked her fingernails up the back of his leg, over his bum and his back, digging her fingernails deep into the flesh of his upper back.

"Please." She begged, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"It'll hurt." He warned.

Emmaline nodded her head; she understood, but she wanted Sherlock.

He again grabbed her wrists and held them above her head; she wriggled her hips, searching for what she wanted. Sherlock hissed as her hip bumped against him; if she was not careful, he would come before she wanted him too.

Sherlock placed himself at her entrance, looking her in the eyes, making sure this was what she wanted. She nodded her head. Sherlock entered her slowly, pausing as she adjusted to him. After ten minutes of slow moving, he thrust fully inside her, covering her mouth with his as she cried out in pain. Tears sprang to her eyes as she crested the wave of pain that eventually turned to pleasure.

She rocked her hips against the bed, begging Sherlock to keep going. He understood and slowly withdrew, and entered. This continued for a good fifteen minutes, him taking it slow, and her whimpering pleas to go faster. Sherlock smiled; he knew what she wanted, but he could not help but enjoy being a tease.

He took his breast in her mouth again, swirling his nimble tongue around her hard bud, trying to intensify her pleasure.

"Sherlock please!" She cried, trying to rock back against him as much as she could.

His thumb pressed down on that hard bud for a few seconds, before flicking it, as he increased his pace. Emma could feel the cresting wave again heading towards her with more force as Sherlock released her hands, slamming against her. She wrapped her legs around him, drawing him deeper into her, and kissed his swollen mouth. The wave hit and she shuddered in desire, wanting to pull Sherlock down with her; she wanted him to feel this. He began to tense, and she could feel that he was close.

"Emmaline." He called out, and a moment later, his sweaty form collapsed onto hers.

He rolled over next to her and drew her into his arms.

"Emmaline, my precious Emmaline." He whispered, kissing her hair.

Emma drew her arms around him, keeping them as close together as she possibly could.

"Sherlock, thank you." She said as the final cresting waves moved through her and left.

"My pleasure." He kissed her hair again, his tired body shutting down.

"Do we get to do it again?" She asked, eyes drooping as she snuggled further into his arms.

Sherlock chuckled as he drew the blankets up around them. "Whenever you want to." He promised, thinking of her glorious sweating body.

"Pervert." She said quietly, drumming her fingers against his thigh.

Sherlock frowned; he knew she was joking, but part of him now felt dirty.

"No, no, not like that Sherlock." She propped herself up on her elbow. "I enjoyed myself, all thanks to you. I wouldn't have had tonight any other way, do you understand me?"

Sherlock smiled softly. "You're mine now." He said before pressing his lips firmly against hers.

Emmaline smiled and nestled herself back into the safe cocoon of his embrace.

"We'll have to shower in the morning." She told him.

Sherlock laughed a twinkle in his eye. "Oh we have to, do we?"

"Only if you want to." Emma said, her eyes again drooping in Sherlock's warm arms.

"You have no idea the game you're trying to play." He growled playfully in her ear.

Emma smiled as her head sank against his chest and the gentle thrumming of his heart lulled her to sleep. Sherlock stayed up for a few minutes, watching the delicate creature wrapped in his arms sleep. He could not believe how lucky he was to have such an extraordinary woman love him; he felt blessed.

"You're too good for me." He said aloud to the sleeping woman, before snuggling into the blankets himself and falling asleep, holding the one thing he found dear to him.

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed that! I hope to have more chapters up soon, but no promises about this week because I am busy ALL weekend.