Sherlock and Molly give in to their long held desires.

The kiss which had been so caring and soft before gradually became passionate and more than a little heady. Molly moaned as Sherlock pressed his lips to her and slid his hands up her dress to cup her breasts. He rubbed circles on her nipples until they hardened into tiny points.

This woman had tantalised him for so long. As a cat, Sherlock was not at a loss to the mystery of Molly's body. Many times, he'd seen her in and out of the shower, in various states of undress, preparing for work or other social engagements. It was a little embarrassing that he'd been hung for her as a cat, but thankfully that spell was over and now, he could appreciate his pathologist the way he wanted to.

"Molly," Sherlock growled and pressed himself against her, nosing her cheek as her scent overwhelmed him. A happy consequence of being a cat, he supposed. "I've a need to ravish you."

The apples of her cheeks reddened again - damn, she was adorable - and she dared to look anywhere but down. An unsure laugh spilled from her lips. "You've just become a man and now, you want us to have sex? Aren't you moving a little fast?"

"Fast? Molly, dear, I have been your pet for three months now. In that amount of time, you have bathed me, petted me, slept next to me and kissed me more times than I can count."

Her cheeks flushed as she tried to ignore the heat running through her body at his passion. "It's not like I kissed you on your lips."

"True, but the act itself made me want you all the more." Sherlock kissed her jaw and gently squeezed her breasts, eliciting another moan from her. "And I've also seen you naked countless times. Now that you're finally in my arms, I'm not going to let you go."

Molly's body shook with pleasure. It had been so long since she'd had a man and this man...he was certainly better than the ones she'd known. She tugged the sheet and when it fell to the ground, her pupils dilated. Sherlock had quite an impressive chest. His abs and pectorals were formed, but not so much that he was like a bodybuilder. He was definitely in shape, though.

"This was underneath all that fur?" Molly said incredulously.

"Like what you see?"

"Hell, yes. You look good enough to eat," she replied and subsequently pressed her lips to his chest, flicking her tongue out to lap at the skin.

Sherlock trembled in response and buried his hands in her hair, toes curling from the pleasure her mouth provided him. She swirled her tongue around his nipples and after several moments of this, Molly moved back up to kiss his lips again, but her hand wandered down south and stroked his penis.

"Oh, Molly. That feels wonderful."

The pathologist smoothed her thumb over the head of his cock and cupped his sac. Sherlock panted and sweat had accumulating on his temples. Molly furrowed her brow. From the way he was reacting to her ministrations, she'd think that he never...oh.

"Sherlock. Are you a virgin?"

"Yes," came his amorous reply. "I've never been with a woman before. On occasion, I would bring myself to conclusion, but after the curse, I've...been without."

Molly licked her lips. For some reason, hearing that was incredibly sexy to her. She nuzzled his nose with hers and pecked the tip of it. "Then it's my honour to be your first."

Sherlock's smile radiated through her like the warmth of the sun and she moved her hand back to his length, pumping and squeezing him. Her motions were faster now and Sherlock knew he couldn't hold out much longer. A few more thrusts and his balls tensed up, hips stuttering as he cried out, coming onto her hand.

It was the most beautiful sound that Molly had ever heard.

She let Sherlock lean against her as he caught his breath and when his breathing slowed to a normal rhythm, she said, "Come with me," and took his hand with her dry one, leading him to her bedroom. Once they were inside, Molly motioned for him to sit down on the bed. "I'll be right back."

She went into the bathroom, washed the cum off her hand and rinsed out a washcloth with water before heading to her room again. Sherlock looked up at her with a contented expression on his face that made her heart beat fast. She couldn't help but return it.

"I'll clean you up, okay?"

"Alright."

She sat at the edge of the bed and wiped him down carefully. When she finished, Molly set the washcloth on her nightstand. She stood up again and asked him, "Would you like to help me undress?"

The excitement in Sherlock's eyes as he whispered a reverent, "Yes!" made her grin.

Molly waited for him to stand up, then she turned around so he could remove her necklace. But instead of just taking the jewellery off, he set it on the nightstand and placed his mouth on her flesh, covering her neck with tiny kisses on the area where the necklace once rested. He brushed his nose there, too and breathed her in.

He did the same thing with her wrist. Once the bracelet was off, he held her hand up to his mouth and grazed the skin with his lips. The tenderness in his actions was amazingly sensual and Molly couldn't help but sigh in happiness.

She'd never been treated with such care, such affection. It was as if he were committing her body, the way she tasted and smelled to his memory and that was as erotic as it was endearing.

Sherlock's hands took ahold of her zipper and slowly tugged it down, revealing every inch of skin that he wanted to touch for the longest time. The dress fell to the floor and to his surprise, she was wearing no bra, only a pair of skimpy, frilly panties. He groaned and felt Molly shiver when he touched the skin above her bum.

The petite pathologist turned around, eyes locking onto his. Sherlock greedily looked over her body and, after stopping to admire her lovely breasts, he reached out to touch the fabric of her knickers. "This is all you were going to wear?" His words came out in a growl that was very possessive.

Molly licked her lips. "This dress wasn't designed for a bra and these were the only knickers that wouldn't show underneath it." Her voice came out in a tremor, not from fear, but from desire.

"Hm," was all he said and before Molly even knew what he was doing, he ripped the thin fabric off and tossed it away.

"Sherlock! That cost me fifty pounds!" She tried to sound indignant, although it came out pretty weak because he really just turned her on.

"I'll buy you another one," he murmured before slanting his lips over hers again.