Sherlock walked slowly into the bathroom. It was all steamed up but he could see Mollys through the white shower curtain which surrounded the bath. She appeared to be washing her hair.

Sherlock was suddenly aware that he had actually never seen Molly fully naked. Yes, he'd touched her breast, and held her close and kissed her. Oh how he'd kissed her. But he'd not actually seen her fully naked. He actually hadn't seen many women at all naked. Apart from Irene Adler.

He stood silently on the spot, watching her wash herself. It was strangely arousing. Watching someone while they are not aware you are there. He felt a strange sensation in his groin. One of pleasure.

He debated what to do for a little while. Should he wait for her in the bedroom. Should he stay there standing in silence until she turned the water off and opened the curtain. Should he go in there and join her. His heart was pounding so hard. He felt utterly alive. John was right. "Let go and I think you'll rather like it". Wasn't that what John had said?

Sherlock started to undo his buttons. He eased his shirt off his arms, still slightly wincing as he pulled across the point at which the bullet had entered him and penetrated his being. The physical scars were taking their time to heal. The bullet wound, the subsequent surgery. All there, marked on his body for all time.

He threw his shirt onto the floor, and then sat down and stepped out of his shoes, and removed his socks. He slowly took off his trousers, leaving himself just in his boxer shorts.

He moved himself closer to the shower, still looking at Molly's naked form. She was so beautiful. He couldn't help himself, he was becoming aroused just looking at her. Sherlock Holmes, the master of all emotions, who never let them interfere with his life was becoming exposed to the one emotion he always said he wouldn't. Didn't he call it human error.

Molly became aware of a noise and popped her head around the shower curtain just . "Oh Sherlock it's you." She stopped in her tracks when she saw that he was almost naked. That beautifully toned torso. He was, in her eyes, the most beautiful man. "Come and join me"

She gently pulled him closer to the bath and put her arms around his neck. She was soaking wet, and so warm. She pulled him in and kissed him. So deeply, so slowly, so sensuously. It was not rushed. They stood there for quite some time kissing before Molly's hands lowered down to Sherlock's boxer shorts. Her hands went inside the elastic and she started to ease them down, over his now fully erect manhood. Once relieved of his shorts, she gently pulled him into the shower with her, and there they stood, in each others arms, kissing under the water flow. Sherlock's erection sat in the middle of Molly's tummy. As they continued to kiss, she pulled her tummy in close to him, to fully feel its form.

Sherlock lowered one hand, and cupped Molly's left breast. As he did so, he eased slightly back to look more closely at it and her. "Utterly beautiful" he murmured as he took her in. He caressed her breast, then moved down to kiss it. He groaned slightly as he tried to bend, the pain still present in his chest wound. "Perhaps not quite yet" he said as he smiled to Molly and stood up straight again.

They became aware of the water starting to cool.

"Lets get out and into the bedroom" Molly said turning the water off.

They pulled slightly apart. She had time to take in his amazing body. So lean. Not one ounce of excess fat. As you'd expect with Sherlock. Nothing excess that wasn't needed. His amazing physique, that awful scar and wound now the only mark on what would otherwise be a model's body. She smiled to herself. He could have earned a fortune as a model with a body like that. But the thing that made her smile most of all was his manhood. So proud and erect. Absolutely perfect, and erect for her. Yes, he wanted her. Right here and right now, she hoped.

Molly get out first, quickly wrapping a towel around her, before returning back to the bath to help Sherlock. She held his arm as he gingerly stepped over the lip of the bath and onto the floor, wincing with the pain that shot up his right side as his foot hit the floor from height. She gently wrapped a warm towel around his shoulders, and held his hand, leading him into the bedroom.

Their towels were quickly discarded as they pulled into each other, kissing each other so hard that they were almost eating each others faces. Their breath shallow and rapid as they were driven wild with passion. Molly pulled Sherlock towards the bed, where he gently lowered his weight down before lying down completely. Molly was soon to join him, one arm wrapped around his neck and the other sitting across is groin, almost touching him. Sherlock shuddered as she moved her hand down to take his manhood fully in her hand. She started to rub him gently. As she did this, he moved his hand down to her groin area to start to touch her too.

But before he could get the chance to, in one quick move, she lifted herself sideways and took him in her mouth. Sherlock thought he might hit the ceiling with pleasure. He had never in all his life felt anything quite like it. John was right. He was letting himself go, and he wasn't just liking it. He was utterly and completely loving it. Molly had the most intimate part of his body in her mouth. His whole body was filled with waves of pleasure. Complete and utter pleasure.

He felt the waves of pleasure growing stronger and stronger. He pushed Molly away from him. She just smiled at him. "I'm not going to stop. I want you to come into my mouth. It's the most intimate thing I can do to you at the moment as I know you're not strong enough for full on sex at the moment. You won't stand my weight on you, and you're not able to be on top of me yet, so just let yourself go in the moment." She took him back in her mouth.

It wasn't long before Sherlock was totally out of control. His body was totally out of control, rocking in time with the licking and pulsing that Molly was doing. He started to shake and found himself cry out the words "Oh god Molly" as he came strongly into her mouth. His ejaculation was long, strong and pulsing. Molly loved seeing the pleasure she was giving him, until at last he was done. Utterly exhausted but beyond happy.

When he had got his breath back all he could simply utter was "That was amazing. Now show me how I can return the favour to you."

Molly smiled. She had waited for her turn for so long. She wanted him more than she knew. She wanted to have full sex with him. Right here and right now. But she knew while he was regaining his strength rapidly, his body still wasn't ready for it. So she pulled him in deeply and kissed him, while taking his right hand and placing it between her legs. She started to show him what to do, and he copied, listening to every groan of delight that Molly made, and every sigh, taking each noise as an indicator of what she liked and what she didn't like.

"You are a very fast learner" she smiled at him, as waves of pleasure were working their way through her body. She gently encouraged his hand down a little lower, showing him how to enter her using his fingers. It was the most amazing sensation she had ever felt. Yes, she'd had penetrative sex before so she'd gone much further than fingering, but never with someone she felt so deeply about. It was utterly amazing.

Sherlock was indeed a fast learner. Once he'd got the idea of one finger, it was not long until two and then three were inserted. And boy, did he have long, sensuous, amazing fingers. And an amazing thumb which just seemed to know that its role was to massage her clit while the fingers were inside her. He started slowly and then gradually built up this rhythm. They kissed as they rocked, Sherlocks body moving in time with Molly's as they speed and intensity grew.

Her body arched with pleasure as she hit her climax. She screamed and shouted out "Oh shit" as she came, holding Sherlock as closely as she could, kissing him deeply.

Out of breath and in complete ecstasy, they rolled over onto their sides, holding each other tightly.

Upstairs John smiled to himself. Molly's scream had been louder than his TV. "At last" he thought to himself.