Hello, I'm back with the final chapter of this little two-shot follow up to Four Dreams. Thank you so much for the reviews to chapter 1. I'll not keep you waiting any longer xx
Chapter 2
Sherlock ran up the stairs to his flat buzzing. He'd just solved his first proper case in almost a month, and he'd forgotten just how good it felt. He had no regrets over taking a break though. From the moment he'd heard about Molly's accident, thoughts of solving cases had been the furthest thing from his mind. He was sure he wouldn't have been able to even if he'd tried. Maybe his brother was right, and caring wasn't an advantage, but he was in so deep with Molly that there was no choice in the matter, there was just her…and him, finally together.
Thinking of her brought a smile to his lips, he couldn't wait to tell her all the details; it was just another advantage of her living in his flat. He knew she had plans to move back to her own place, but Sherlock could be very convincing when he wanted to be, and he had no intentions of ever letting her live somewhere else.
As he burst in through the door, he was already removing his gloves and scarf and starting to speak but the words died in his throat.
'Molly, you wouldn't believe….oh…'
He took in everything. She was just standing up from where she'd been sitting in his chair. It warmed his heart that that was where she chose to sit when he wasn't there. She'd obviously bathed recently; he could still smell traces of the scent of her favourite bath oils. She was wearing his dressing gown, another thing he more than liked her doing; the sight of his clothing on her small frame had the first swirl of lust low in his belly, blood rushing south.
There was more though. She curled her hair, leaving it loose so it fell to just below her shoulders, just how he liked it. And she'd made efforts to cover up the remains of her bruising…not that she needed to make any efforts on his behalf…he loved her just as she was; make-up never enhanced perfection.
He saw her bite her lips nervously before looking up at him, and he knew what she wanted.
'Don't worry, I've…'
'…been to the doctor's and got the all clear.' He smiled as he finished her sentence.
Of course, she had, he should have noticed that her coat and bag had been moved, indicating that she'd been out…the final prescription for painkillers out on the table in case she had any more headaches. He knew she didn't expect to, which was why she hadn't had it filled.
She took a step closer as he shed his coat and hung it up, and by the time he turned back she was only an arm's length away, but it was still too far. He could smell her light perfume now, complementing her underlying scent; it filled his nose and his senses…all thoughts of his case now completely forgotten.
'Question is Sherlock…do you still want me?'
He knew she'd meant it to sound challenging, but at the last minute her nerve had failed her and her insecurity shone through. He vowed never to make her feel insecure ever again. After tonight she would know just how much she meant to him.
His eyes met hers and he held her shy gaze unflinchingly. 'Oh Molly, you have no idea how much.'
He closed the distance between them and then they were kissing, and for all his genius Sherlock was struggling to keep track of where she ended, and he began. No matter how hard he pressed her to his body it didn't feel close enough.
Within seconds he picked her up, feeling her legs link around his waist, as he carried her through to what he knew was 'their' bedroom.
Her kiss was intoxicating, it consumed his senses, stilling his mind so that all there was was her. The way her hands felt in his hair, her nails scraping deliciously against his scalp; the taste of her as his tongue slid against hers; the heat of her core pressed against his crotch even through his trousers, making him hard. He wanted to feel her naked body pressed against his own. It was a strange and unfamiliar feeling. Even with Irene, he'd never actually craved her in the same way. He'd been challenged by her intellect, flattered by her interest, but he'd never actually craved her the way he craved Molly.
Once he'd kicked the bedroom door shut behind them, he put her back in her feet and his hands reached for the tie of his gown. He saw a flicker of nerves in her eyes and hoped she wasn't worried about her body…he already knew he could never be disappointed with her.
As the material slipped from her shoulders Sherlock felt his mind buffering. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't seem to get a grip on his mind. Molly was wearing a scrap of lace and silk which just seemed to enhance every curve and dip of her body. For all the blatant sex and nudity that he'd ever seen in his life, from car adverts to tabs John had saved on his laptop, this…this was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
'Do you like it?'
Molly smiled and gave him a quick twirl.
'Do I like it?' She saw his eyes dilate even more than they had been, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. Slowly, he reached out his hand and let his index finger trail down from her neck to the dip of the lacy V between her breasts.
His eyes moved back up from where his finger rested on her chest, back to her eyes and he nodded, smiling. 'I like it a lot, and in case you were unsure…I love you, Molly Hooper.'
Her responding grin made his heart flip in his chest. She flung her arms around his neck, and he could feel her heart thrumming close to his own.
'I love you too, Sherlock. Now kiss me.'
He didn't have to be asked twice. His mouth met hers in a kiss that held all the promise of the night to come. His needs and feelings had had to be so bottled up over the last couple of weeks that letting them loose almost overwhelmed him. He heard himself groan as he bent his knees and picked her up once more.
This time there were only a couple of steps to take before he was lying her down on his bed, letting his body rest on hers. He tried to resist the urge to rut against her, but she felt, and tasted and smelt so good. It felt like he'd been waiting a lifetime for this single, perfect moment.
'Oh God, Sherlock, please…I don't want to wait, not this time. I need you.'
He knew exactly what she meant, and exactly how she felt. He stood, already missing the feel of her, as he quickly started to rid himself of his clothes.
He saw her eyes widen and her teeth imprinting on her bottom lip as she leant up watching him. He'd never been particularly bothered about his physique and how it might appear to others, but in this moment, he wanted her to like what she saw.
A moment or two later he was fully naked and as he started to lay down beside her he saw her starting to remove her nightdress. He quickly put his hand out stopping her.
'Oh no, I think that's for me to do…once I'm ready.'
As she lay back down, he moved over her, kissing her once more, tasting her as her tongue moved against his own. It felt like the perfect balance of torture and pleasure knowing that for the first time he wouldn't have to pull back and stop. One hand caressed her face, still careful to not put too much pressure on any injured area, but it felt so good to touch her.
Slowly his hand slid down her neck and over her chest until his palm covered her breast. The silk and lace of her gown was soft, but not as perfect as her skin would feel. He hooked his finger under the thin strap and pulled it down, feeling her assisting him as she pulled her arm free. Finally, his hand was on bare flesh, and his cock pulsed in response. He groaned and broke off from kissing her so he could lick and bite his way down to that hardened nipple that grazed his palm.
As he did, he felt Molly's hands move into his hair; her fingers weaving their way into his curls pulling on them lightly making him groan once more, his hips bucking against her. In response she spread her legs wider, and he ached to slide himself inside her.
'Please…Sherlock…'
As he bit down lightly on her breast, she tugged his hair more firmly making it clear she wanted him to stop.
He frowned as he glanced up at her, his eyes cataloguing all her responses. They all look positive so why was she stopping him?
'I don't want to wait…we've waited too long. Please…I just want you inside me.'
He moved back up, settling himself between her thighs. He could feel her heat, his cock already sliding against her slick warmth. He wasn't sure he'd ever been harder. This was what his body was for. It wasn't transport. He'd been put on this earth to pleasure Molly, nothing more nothing less.
'Are you sure?'
He looked down at her, looking for any sign of dissent, but there was none. Her only concern was for him.
'Are you?'
She knew how long it had been for him, how inexperienced he was. They'd had that conversation soon after they'd got together as they lay facing each other one dark evening. He'd explained how little sex had interested him until now, until he'd found someone he could love, who loved him in return.
'I've never been more sure, Molly.'
She reached between them, and he gasped as her small hand wrapped around his erection. He literally couldn't help the way his hips rutted forward, feeling her hand tighten and his need for her grow even more urgent.
A moment later he was pushing into her, trying to go slow, letting her get used to the intrusion.
It felt…oh, it felt…his mind struggled to find the words. Images and phrases, poetry and prose, all tumbling through his brain as he struggled to describe just how it felt.
'Sherlock?'
Her hand on his face brought him back to her. As he refocused his eyes, he saw her concerned expression.
'Are you…'
'I'm fine, I'm more than fine. It was just…it is just a bit overwhelming, but in a good way.'
He rushed the last line, needing to reassure her. He bent his head kissing her, knowing it would help to tether him. She was his anchor, his centre; she calmed him like nothing before ever had.
MHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMHMH
As Sherlock had pushed into her, she'd closed her eyes and let out a long moan. He filled her perfectly, as if he'd been made for her. It was only after he'd reached her limits and paused that she'd realised she'd lost him.
She opened her eyes to see that even though his were open, they were flicking form side to side in a way that told her he'd gone into his mind palace. She couldn't help but giggle slightly, it was such a Sherlock thing to do.
She brought her hand up to his face.
'Sherlock?'
'Are you OK?'
As he reassured her, he started to move, keeping his thrusts low and shallow, and she couldn't help letting out another moan. Every movement was triggering a response, bring her closer and closer to her orgasm. She had waited so long to be with Sherlock. Years of wondering if her love would be forever unrequited. Even now, watching the reactions on his face as he moved within her, she could hardly believe that her dreams had come true.
He started to thrust harder as his own need started to take him over and she pressed her hands against his backside urging him on, feeling herself starting to give way.
As her climax hit, she cried out his name, her body arching under his, and she felt him come, felt him pulsing as his seed filled her and it just served to extend her own orgasm longer than she'd thought possible.
His weight sagged down onto her, but she relished the feeling, wrapping her legs and arms around him, holding him as close as she could. She could hear his ragged breathing, and feel his heart thudding against her, mirroring her own as she pressed kisses to his neck and shoulder.
A few moments later he lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers. 'God, Molly, that was worth the wait.'
She giggled as she wriggled free of him and made her way to the bathroom to clean up. It still amazed her how comfortable she felt in his flat, and she couldn't help the small voice in her head being honest about the fact that she didn't want to move back home.
When she made her way back into his bedroom he'd shifted under the covers, and he held them up for her. She grinned as she slid against him, his arm wrapping around her as she lay with her head against his chest.
'Stay with me.'
She felt his words as well as heard them, but she lifted her head in confusion. 'You mean stay over? I thought that was already the plan?'
'No, I mean stay with me…don't go home…move in here permanently.'
At that she sat up a bit more, holding the covers to her chest as she looked down on him.
'Don't be daft, we've been together barely a month.'
'And we've known each other for seven years. What wait?'
Molly bit her lip, feeling nervous and she saw Sherlock narrow his eyes…trying to deduce her.
'You're nervous…do you not believe me when I say I love you?'
She shrugged slightly. 'I believe that you believe it. I just…I worry that you'll get bored of me.'
At that he raised an eyebrow and grinned. 'After what we just did? Never.'
At that she chuckled and lightly punched his arm. 'Be serious.'
'Fine, but let's just say I'd forgotten just how good sex could feel…no, change that…sex never felt this good…that's why I didn't pursue it…because there were never any feelings attached to it.'
He took her hand and brought it to his face so he could kiss the back of it. It was such a sweet gesture that Molly found herself feeling emotional. He was offering her something she'd wanted for so long.
'I just want you with me Molly. I want to come home to you at the end if a case and tell you all about it. I wasn't to hear how your day has been, the weird autopsy results, the interns that are winding you up. I want to celebrate with you and share your sorrows. And I don't want to wait. Do you? Honestly…because I don't think you do. I think you're just worried what other people will think, and you know me well enough to know I don't care…they're idiots.'
Molly let out another chuckle at that, but she shuttled down against him again.
'You know I've been remembering bits and pieces from when I was in that coma, strange dreams and memories, and you know what?'
His fingers were tracing patterns down her arm, making her already start to crave him once more.
'Go on…what?'
'All my dreams were of you…playing the violin, being Mr Darcy, fighting zombies…'
Molly didn't see the slight frown on Sherlock's face as she mentioned these things.
'…but we were always together, and you're right…I don't want to wait. So, yes, I will move in with you.'
Sherlock's reaction was immediate as he rolled over until he was on top of her. 'You won't regret it Molly…I promise.'
She grinned at just how happy he looked before he closed the distance between them and kissed her; a kiss which held all the promise of the years to come. She'd loved dreaming of Sherlock…fantasising about him for all those years, but the reality was so much better…and so she let herself just give in to his kiss wishing it could last forever.
And there we have it…the end, possibly in more ways than one. I don't want to leave you without letting you know that I might not be back. I've been struggling to write so much over the last few months, and it's even extended to finding the time to post. And so, I've taken the difficult decision to step back for a while…maybe forever. It's been such a ride over the last few years, and you have given me so much confidence and support in my writing and I'll never be able to thank you enough for that.
Just know that whatever I do going forward and wherever I am I will always see Sherlolly as my OTP. And who knows, maybe if we get a season 5 it will be the inspiration I need to come back. So, let's say au revoir rather than goodbye xxx
