(He will, occasionally, still have trouble remembering to say 'please'. But along with his love, she's also won his respect--and going forward, he wants to make sure that when he asks something of her it's fair, or meant to please her.)

She's vastly more appealing than any dessert--or any naked woman, in porn or otherwise--he's ever seen. Drawn like a magnet, Sherlock moves to sit on the mattress, so he can lean down and take one of her nipples between his lips. He breathes out, hot and damp, against her breast, and there's a whisper of sound in that breath that might be her name before his tongue sweeps over the hard nub of flesh.