All the emotion that's been building in him, little by little, over the months and years he's known this woman, seems to be building up under his skin as they move together. Sherlock can't look away from her eyes, now, because he can see just how much she trusts him, how vulnerable she's willing to be with him.
What he doesn't know, what he can't know, is that right now all that vulnerability and trust is mirrored on his own face. Molly may be his, but he's also hers. It shows every time his fingers tighten against the mattress or her skin so he can concentrate on letting her pleasure heighten before his own, and every time his lips shape her name.
They're moving in rhythm with one another, now, rising at roughly the same pace, the bed creaking slightly under their joined bodies in time with their lovemaking.
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Date: 2017-03-19 01:39 am (UTC)What he doesn't know, what he can't know, is that right now all that vulnerability and trust is mirrored on his own face. Molly may be his, but he's also hers. It shows every time his fingers tighten against the mattress or her skin so he can concentrate on letting her pleasure heighten before his own, and every time his lips shape her name.
They're moving in rhythm with one another, now, rising at roughly the same pace, the bed creaking slightly under their joined bodies in time with their lovemaking.