Thanks again for all your support. I'm so pleased that you all seem to be enjoying my story.

Big thanks again to Miz and Mrs... Amazing writers and amazing friends. I own nothing.

No warnings in this chapter other than sexy times ahead. I want to make something clear though: Molly is NOT traumatized by the attack. It was, of course, unpleasant. It was scary and some unfortunate things have happened since, but she is okay. I wouldn't have written sex into the story so soon if I felt like my Molly was dealing with unresolved issues. I really do try to process how the characters would deal with situations, not just write with an agenda. She trusts Sherlock more than anyone else and is ready for this. All that being said... Let's have some fun, shall we? (I think they deserve this ; )

Sherlock came out of his mind palace feeling paralyzed for a moment. He hadn't intentionally thought about his friend, his mind had done that. But Victor had made several valid points. He didn't allow himself to dwell on it, he just acted. "Molly, are you awake?" Although he knew by her breathing that she was.

She rolled over onto her back. "Yes." She sighed. "I probably shouldn't have taken that nap today. Everything okay?"

Sherlock rolled onto his side and scooted closer until he was almost touching her. The room was nearly dark, but not completely; he could make out her face in the small amount of moonlight the was bathing the room. He slowly reached out and touched her cheek. "May I..." He moved closer, until his body was touching hers, though he was careful of her injured wrist on the bed between them. "May I kiss you?" he whispered.

She didn't answer immediately, but she did put her hand on his side. "Why?" she finally asked.

He felt her breath ghosting across his lips. "Because Vic said that I should." He knew it would make no sense, but it was the first thing that came to mind.

"Who's Vic?"

"A dead friend. May I, Molly?" he asked again. His eyes had adjusted even more to the darkness and he watched as she licked her lips.

"Yeah. I s-suppose..."

Sherlock lowered his head and gently brushed his lips against Molly's. He heard and felt her gasp; even though he had asked, she still seemed surprised. He smiled and pressed his lips more firmly to hers. Molly's uninjured hand clutched at his side as he pressed his body into hers. He pulled back. "Molly, move your hand, I don't want to hurt it."

"Oh, right," she said as she moved her left hand above her head.

Sherlock leaned up on his elbow and stroked her cheek with his fingertips. "Was that okay?" he asked.

"W-was it..? Yeah, it was. But I don't understand. Why'd you kiss me?"

He smiled. "Because he was right."

Molly still looked confused. "Who, Vic?" Sherlock nodded. "What was he right about and since when do you listen to... anyone?"

Sherlock ducked his head, kissing her cheek near her ear. "Because I was in my mind palace, so technically, he was me. And he said that you were perfect." He kissed her temple then her forehead.

"Oh, shit!"

Sherlock chuckled. "I don't think I've ever heard you swear before, Molly.

"Well, I've never been kissed by you before... not like that!" she replied.

"Let me see if I can make you swear again." He began placing kisses along her jaw. She immediately tilted her head back and he took full advantage, finding her neck far too inviting to resist. He found a spot just below her ear that made her gasp and caused goosebumps to erupt on her skin. He hummed as he brought his hand across her belly and nudged her shirt out of the way, seeking flesh; wanting to find out exactly how far down the horripilation had spread.

"Oh God, Sherlock!" Molly whispered.

He removed his hand and lips only to cup her face and bring it closer to his. "Molly," he whispered before capturing her mouth once again. Sherlock slid his tongue across her lips and she opened them immediately allowing him to dip his tongue in seeking hers, which he happily found. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling slightly; adjusting her head where he wanted it. He felt so primal – so incredibly masculine as he moved his body to covered hers almost completely. Suddenly he was grinding his erection into her hip. "Fuck," he cursed before latching onto her neck once again, this time not satisfied with delicate kisses. No, he wanted to mark her; make her his. He didn't remember it feeling like this before, even with the Woman. He'd felt passion with Adler, but nothing like this. Molly was making the most delightful noises and gently thrusting her hips up into his. Her good hand clung to him; she had pushed up his tee-shirt and was digging her nails into his back.

He tried to rein his control and clear his thoughts, not an easy task since Molly suddenly had a hand full of his arse cheek. "Molly," He paused and drew a deep breath. "If we continue... do you want to continue?" He raised up to look in her eyes.

Molly nodded her head. "I do. But Sherlock, I'm... confused."

He smiled down at the woman in his arms. "Understandable, since I only just figured it out myself." He kissed her cheek. "It seems in all my melodramatic brooding and steadfast instance that I didn't need sexual intercourse in my life, I forgot that I quite like having it." He kissed her other cheek. "It also seems that I didn't notice that I had been admiring your lovely form for years. Though it may have come out as insults. I have always had a thing for small, pert breasts." He dipped his head taking one of her nipples in his mouth through the thin fabric of her shirt, releasing it quickly. "But make no mistake Molly Hooper, I see you as much more than a gorgeous body and big brown eyes. Your mind excites me just as much as your supple bottom." Molly let out a sort of high pitched whine as he squeezed her ass to emphasize his point. "I'm afraid if we embark on this tonight, I won't be able to go back. Tell me now Molly, if you can't enter into a relationship with me it would be much kinder to... let me down gently, so to speak." He moved off of to the side - just a bit - to make his point. Sherlock was fairly certain he already knew Molly's answer, though she lay there in stunned silence. "What'll it be Dr. Hooper? May I make love to you?"

"Oh, fucking hell..."

He chuckled. "Not an answer, Molly," he said with a smile then started kissing and nipping at her clavicle.

"Not just a one off?" she managed.

He raised up. "I don't think I could stand that. Not with you."

"Right... then... of course. Yes!"

He raised back up to kiss her lips once again. As he did, he ran his hand under the waistband of her sleep shorts. "So many things to discover about you. For instance..." He continued his journey south word until he found the edge of her pants, then he stopped.

"What are you doing?" Molly asked in a frantic voice.

"Changing my mind," he replied, almost casually.

"What?!"

He leant up. "Mind your eyes." Then he turned on the bedside lamp. "I want to see what I'm doing." He pushed back the sheet and duvet as he knelt on the bed and took in the sight in front of him. She looked like a pretty little package. It had been years since he indulged (one night in Karachi not withstanding). He'd have to take his time or else she'd be left completely unsatisfied. He pulled off his tee-shirt and tossed it on the floor, then he stood up and took off his pajama bottoms.

Molly was looking at the tent in his pants with wide eyes.

"Not yet Molly. I have a plan."

She leaned up on her good arm. "Of course you do. You wouldn't be you if you didn't." She giggled.

He took hold of her hips and gently moved her to the center of the bed, her legs hanging off. He ran his hands up her legs slowly. When he got to her shorts he pulled them down, revealing her white lace knickers. A damp spot already forming, he proudly noted. He shook his head. "Innocently provocative. You've always confused me Molly Hooper. No wonder it took me so long to figure it out. It's your own fault really."

She giggled again.

Taking her good hand he pulled her into a sitting position, then kissed her sweetly. He pulled the singlet off over her head and brushed her hair over her shoulders, giving him a beautiful view of her lovely breasts. He glanced at the bruises on her arms but forced his focus back on more pleasant things. This was their moment and he wouldn't allow it to be ruined. As he knelt on the floor between her legs he took in the sight in front of him. "I have so much to make up for," he said more to her chest than to her. He palmed both breasts at once causing Molly to moan. Then he took one already erect nipple in his mouth while lightly pinching the other. He felt Molly's hand move to his head, her fingers weaving through his curls, tugging slightly. He suckled the bud and flicked it with his tongue. The more he gave her the harder she pulled on his hair.

"More," she moaned above him.

He grazed it with his teeth, lightly at first, then adding more pressure as Molly pushed his head into her breast. Ah, I figured you out Miss Hooper, he thought. He couldn't stop the smile on his lips as he switched breasts, gracing the other with the same treatment. When he felt like his job was complete, he kissed and nibbled his way down her stomach until he reached the top of her now drenched pants. "Lie back and do try to relax." The look on Molly's face was one he'd remember for the rest of his life. Not that he'd be deleting a second of this encounter from his mind palace. No, this night would have its own gilded room, complete with comfy chairs to sit and admire their evening together (and many more if he had his way.)

Molly lay back, releasing a deep breath. She tucked her injured wrist above her head and watched as Sherlock dipped his head down, eager for his first taste. He drew his tongue across her slit, still covered in her knickers. Molly jerked and gasped. He looked up at the gorgeous specimen lying in front of him. "Molly, can you have multiple orgasms? Is that easy for you?" he asked drawing his thumb over her damp centre.

She wiggled her hips and leaned up on her elbows. "I ah, can. But only um, vaginally... lots of those. I have a hard time with clitoral orgasms. Well, I don't, but men usually..." She actually looked at him apologetically.

He smirked. "Hmmm, we'll see about that." He lowered his head once again and latched onto her clitoris through the thin fabric of her pants causing her to drop back to the bed and her hips to buck up into his face. She thrashed and moaned and he knew she was already close. He released her quickly and removed her pants.

"Oh God... Sherlock!"

As soon as the garment was gone he reattached his mouth, sucking, licking and nibbling. He was relentless. He kept his hand away from her centre. As much as he wanted to bury his fingers in her channel, he wanted to prove himself to her first. He reached up Molly's body and palmed a breast. She was on the edge. He twisted a nipple and sucked her clit into his mouth. Molly broke. She called out his name as she shook through her orgasm. He wasted no time, sliding two fingers into her dripping cunt and quickly and without mercy drove her right into another orgasm. He released her clit and watched as her flushed body ride its pleasure. It was magnificent. He kissed up her body and claimed her mouth sharing the flavours he'd just tasted.

With a cocky grin he stood and removed his pants, then moved to his bedside table to open a new box of condoms. Molly gave him an odd look. "I thought I'd need them... before..." He rolled his eyes. "I managed to avoid that with some difficulty." She nodded, seemingly satisfied with his explanation and thankfully too winded to comment (or perhaps it just wasn't the proper time, he never understood these things.) She was trying to right herself in bed and not managing it very well with her injured wrist. Sherlock picked her up bridal style, kissed her soundly then placed her back in bed with her head on the pillows.

"You can be quite romantic when you're about to get laid," she said with a grin.

"And you are a cheeky little thing, did you know that?" he replied as he positioned himself between her legs.

"You're just cocky because you did something I said couldn't be done." She reached down between them and took him in her hand.

He hadn't been touched by another human being in years. He had to steady himself. He wasn't taking this away from her, she deserved this moment just as much as he did. "Hmmm, God that feels good," he whispered in her ear. She rolled her hips up and rubbed his cock against her slit. "Molly Hooper, you are the devil!" He tore opened the condom and brushed her hand away. "You ready for me?" he asked with a wide grin.

"I've been thinking about this moment for five years, Sherlock. I'm more than ready." She pulled him down for a blistering kiss, the first one she'd initiated he noted, and it was glorious. She bit his lip, sucking it into her mouth then drove her tongue past his lips. He realised that Molly Hooper, all riled up and wanton, was like having a dozen cases at one time... all 9's. No, he thought. She's better. She is heaven.

He rolled the condom on and positioned himself at her entrance, watching her face closely. He eased his cock in slowly, trying not to spill himself as he felt Molly's tight, wet heat envelope him. Then he backed out when he got half way in.

"Damnit Sherlock, stop teasing," Molly practically begged.

"Patience, love. It's been a while, remember?" He kissed her nose and started to ease back in. That's when he noticed the look on her face. "What?" he asked pausing his movements. "What did I do?"

"You called me love."

He chuckled. "If you don't like it we can think of something el..." He was cut off by Molly gripping his arse and surging up taking his cock into her all at once. "Fuuuuck!" he cursed and immediately began pumping. All bets were off. Slow was no longer an option.

"You... can... call me... love... anytime!" she said between breaths as she met thrust for thrust.

Molly's walls started to pulse around him and he knew he wouldn't be long. "My God... Molly, you feel... amazing. I gonna, nghh, come." He reached between them, determined to bring her with him. He pressed his thumb against her clit and drove into her even harder as she called out to him. He felt her come apart under him and just as white light exploded behind his eyes and his mind went completely blank.

I know it took a while... but that finally happened (There's a good chance for more... a very good chance.) I hope you liked it. Please let me know. Thanks ~Lil~