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Date: 2017-01-29 03:42 am (UTC)Her breath tickling his throat, though, that's different. It feels... warmer, not just physically but in some other way he's having trouble classifying at the moment. His heart speeds up a little at the sensation of her face burrowing into his neck.
There's a reason he hates wearing a tie, or even keeping his shirt collar buttoned all the way. There's a reason the only scarf he owns is ridiculously expensive and softer than anything else in his possession. And abruptly he realizes having a sensitive neck is something he now has to think about in an entirely new context.
She shifts a little against him, and that extra heat suddenly makes sense, too.
"Um." He's been in more awkward situations than this, arguably, but it still makes his ears burn. "You're--welcome to ignore that."
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:06 am (UTC)But he does mention it and he sounds...well embarrassed. He shouldn't be. It's flattering and she can't help the smile that spreads over her face.
"Am I welcome to not ignore it?"
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:20 am (UTC)"More than welcome," he whispers. His body's betraying him, pupils blowing wide and pulse kicking into high speed, and there's something about this that's like being high in all the right ways.
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 04:42 am (UTC)He tips his head back, a thoughtless little movement, eyes closing.
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-01-29 05:18 am (UTC)His hips lift a little, tilting towards her.
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:40 am (UTC)Her lips and tongue continue to taste him and she trails her mouth back down, sliding his shirt to the side a bit so that she can kiss over collarbones. Her fingers instinctively move to the top button on his shirt, but she hesitates and lifts her head to look at him.
He seems more than amenable to his current situation but she remembers the ground rules he set from the previous night.
"Kissing from the waist up, hands only from the waist down?" she asks in a much more breathless voice than she intends.
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:59 am (UTC)Her mouth on his skin makes him aware that this is part of the function of his nerves. That he can feel and interpret pleasure from another human being. And he realizes, on some wordless level, that Molly knows her way around a living body every bit as well as a dead one.
It's a thought that knocks the breath out of him again, this time in the shape of her name.
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Date: 2017-01-29 03:28 pm (UTC)She pushes it aside for now though and nods in agreement at his request.
"Would be easier if you sit up," she says as she pulls herself into a more seated position next to him and pushes the bed covers down and off of them. They're just making her hot and getting tangled around her legs. It's then she sees for the first time the visual proof that Sherlock Holmes is very much aroused right now. Aroused by her. Molly's mouth goes dry. As if his trousers weren't tight enough as it is. He must be terribly uncomfortable.
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:38 pm (UTC)In Molly's bed it's different in a way he didn't think possible.
She's looking at him, taking in exactly what she's done to him and exactly what it means even as he pushes himself up and backwards to sit up for her. Molly is observing him, mentally disassembling clues and putting them back together in a proper order.
Brainy is the new sexy, Irene Adler said to him. He had no idea, he thinks, just how right she was.
"Better?"
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Date: 2017-01-29 04:47 pm (UTC)She smiles and there's a bit of mischief in it as she moves to straddle his thighs, tucking her legs underneath her so as to not put the whole of her weight on him. This is a much preferable angle to rid him of his shirt and she takes no time in leaning forward to capture his lips with hers while her hands start to make work of the tiny buttons.
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Date: 2017-01-29 05:19 pm (UTC)Later, though. Right now she's unbuttoning his shirt, careful and efficient even though her eyes are closed.
She must have to undress corpses like this all the time, he thinks suddenly, and he doesn't know why that makes him even harder.
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Date: 2017-01-29 10:22 pm (UTC)When she's done with that bit, she looks up and takes stock of the man in front of her again as her hands finally slide up his bare torso. He's far too thin thanks to the drugs and being generally terrible at taking care of himself when he's on cases. She'll have to see to that, starting with breakfast. But she still feels an awe at being able to touch him like this. He's still gorgeous.
Her hands slide over his shoulders and take the shirt with them, sliding it down his arms until it pools behind him on the bed.
"Better?" she repeats his last question to him.
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Date: 2017-01-30 12:38 am (UTC)He can't really find the brainpower to spare for self-consciousness, though, because Molly's pushing his shirt down off his arms with smooth warm hands and it's so erotic he actually trembles a little.
No wonder there's so much murder over this. Though possibly it's just that everyone's as frustrated they can't be as improbably effective at it as Molly Hooper, he manages to think.
"Substantially," he nearly growls, as much a clear and open invitation as the way he leans in and kisses her bare shoulder, just below the strap of her camisole.
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Date: 2017-01-30 01:02 am (UTC)He trembles at her touch and sad thoughts leave her mind. He is alive and responding to her in a way that makes her own body respond in turn. That's all she needs to focus on right now. Her hands settle at his waist, thumbs sliding over his skin idly.
She sighs as his lips touch her overheated skin. He's barely touched her at all so far and she's embarrassingly aroused; can feel her nipples poking against the thin fabric of her top.
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Date: 2017-01-30 01:50 am (UTC)It's the first time he thinks he understands it, though. And based on his very limited understanding...
One hand slides into her hair, to pull her in for a kiss. The other settles just below her breast, pressing upwards to feel the shape and soft weight filling his palm.
Something pops in his brain, a fuse overloading, some capacity for detachment burning away.
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Date: 2017-01-30 02:05 am (UTC)She wonders if her brain will ever reach a point where it's not totally flabbergasted by all of this. She wonders if he still thinks her breasts are too small.
Her own hands slide up his shoulders and hang on. One of her thumbs slide over his neck and feels his pulse racing. She's sure her's is thrumming a similar staccato.
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Date: 2017-01-30 02:23 am (UTC)This is almost exactly how he'd always imagined teenage fumbling around would be, except instead of being tedious it's amazing even if his arm is at sort of an awkward angle and he gasps when her thumb moves over his neck.
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Date: 2017-01-30 02:38 am (UTC)"You can take it off," she says of her camisole, barely breaking their kiss to get the words out.
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Date: 2017-01-30 03:01 am (UTC)It takes him a second to disentangle himself enough to pull back, to grab the hem of her top and nearly yank it up over her head. It ends up flung in a corner of the room, but he can't concern himself much at all with where it lands because something very vital grabs his attention and holds it.
Her breasts look much better with nothing hiding them.
They feel better, too, her skin flushed and incredibly smooth under his fingers. One breast fits into his palm perfectly, and when he rolls it upwards he finds he can catch her nipple between the base of his index and middle finger. Somehow the sensation makes him dizzy, briefly, which doesn't make any sense, and that doesn't matter either because his focus keeps getting drawn back to what this touch is doing to her.
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Date: 2017-01-30 03:09 am (UTC)"You don't have to wait for..." she starts but the thought dies in her throat as he's suddenly palming her bare breasts with his hands and trapping her hard nipples between his fingers. She let's out a whimper this time and unconsciously arches a bit to press her chest into his large, warm hands.
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Date: 2017-01-30 03:23 am (UTC)He pushes her backwards a little with his own weight, down toward the mattress, and the slide of so much skin on skin is a breathless revelation he knows it'll take him years to unravel.
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