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If he were more self-conscious right now--or maybe if he loved her less--he might be embarrassed at how quickly he does as she tells him. Sherlock is every bit as pliant right now as Molly was a few minutes before, and there's something sort of thrilling about the feeling, about voluntarily giving her more control over the situation. The only disappointing thing is that he has to stop kissing her for a few seconds as he rolls to his back.

She can't help the thrill it gives her when he does what she says without question or pause. It's not generally in his nature, but it probably helps that he's hot and hard and she's the one who can help him out with that. It's also the trust they've built over the years coalescing with this love that is apparent and growing.

She follows him over so she's straddling his waist and looking down at him for a brief moment before her lips are slotted back over his. at the same time her fingers start working on the buttons of his purple dress shirt. So many tiny little buttons.

He shivers faintly, the fine hairs on the back of his neck standing up, as she begins unbuttoning his shirt--it's every bit as erotic as the first two times she's undressed him. His hands come up to push her loose hair away from her face, to card through it and feel the weight of it, and he lets out a soft moan into their kiss. Being bold enough to take what she wants from him is an incredible turn-on--and right now he's not afraid of it, which makes it intoxicating.

And what she wants is him - completely, absolutely.

Her hands pull his shirt from his trousers before she sits back to finish on the buttons. She has to break the kiss, but once his shirt is open, her mouth is otherwise occupied, pressing opened-mouth kisses over his chest. Her mouth closes over a nipple, tongue sweeping across it. She is also testing and watching what he likes.

Her tongue on his skin is dizzyingly new, especially when she moves to taste his nipple--and, Christ, he'd never thought that would actually do anything for him but it sends a flush spreading from the roots of his hair down to his belly. For a moment her hot breath brushes the wet skin, and the moan on his lips turns high-pitched, shuddering with surprise and delight.

Molly smiles against his skin.

"You like that?" she asks, which is an entirely ridiculous question because it's pretty clear he does. She just wants to hear him say it.

When she finishes giving one nipple attention, she moves on to the other, tasting it and then blowing cool air over it as her hands slide up and down the sides of his torso. Hearing him moan and and sigh is the sweetest music.

"Ah--god, Molly, yes..."

It's clear enough how he feels when he says her name, but the way he says yes betrays the full depth of what that inventive approach is doing to him. His fingers tighten in her hair and he squirms underneath her, shivering warmly as those clever fingers drag over his sides.

That yes actually makes her moan a bit in return and she spends another moment on his nipple before she starts trailing her mouth lower over solid stomach muscles, quivering slightly under her touch. She sits up a bit so she can start undoing his trousers carefully. Once the zip is down successfully, she scoots back and curls her fingers in the waistband of both his trousers and pants to start sliding them down his hips.

"You've been so patient," she says as she moves to take them the rest of the way off.

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His breath catches as she attacks the last of his clothing with a frankly impressive efficiency. Once again he's reminded of how much practice she must get in the morgue, and the thought really probably shouldn't be as sexy as it is to him.

"Worth the wait," he murmurs, his voice wavering. And it's true--he hates waiting for anything, but Molly stripped down to nothing but her stockings and using those clever hands to get his clothes off makes the days he'd spent in Cardiff case-solving and waiting for his test results melt into insignificance.

Her loose hair brushes the pale skin of his thighs as she slides his pants off, a touch that makes him tremble.

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"It has been," she says, and she doesn't just mean since Saturday. Molly has been waiting years for this moment. She thought waiting in vain. But here he is laid out for her, naked and hard and trembling a bit. So incredibly vulnerable and human it's unbelieveable.

She pulls his trousers and pants free of his ankles and tosses them aside. While she's up, she takes the moment to rummage in her nightstand to get a condom, so it's ready when they need it. She doesn't expect it to be long now.

Climbing back on the bed she begins trailing kisses up his legs, her hands roaming along them as she works her way up towards his swollen cock.

As soon as she's settled on the bed again he realizes what she intends to do, where her attention is focused, and his breath catches harshly in his throat. His adam's apple bobs. His mouth hangs open slightly. A hot droplet beads slowly at the tip of his cock.

For a frantic moment something in the back of his brain pulls up complex molecular structures and difficult Slavic verb conjugations to divert energy away from the intense reaction his body is having to her.

Molly can feel his whole body suddenly tense and she backs off a bit, remembering that this is his first time really and only the second time he's ever had someone touching his naked body like this. Her hands continue their roaming gently but she sits back and stops using her mouth just for now.

"Breathe, Sherlock," she says, looking at him, trying to get him to relax again. She wants to taste him, but she also wants it to be enjoyable for him, not him worrying about coming too soon the whole time. That just seems stressful.

He pulls in a deep breath, closes his eyes for just a second to gather himself before he's composed enough to look at her again. The softness in her expression, the concern he can see there, calms him a little more. She's observant enough to know when to change pace and tactics, and she cares for him enough to follow through when he needs those changes.

"Thanks," he breathes, without really being aware that he's speaking.

Molly smiles gently at him then and there is so much love in it.

"You're welcome," she says as her hands slide up his thighs further and she makes the decision that she will leave her mouth for next time. She hopes he isn't disappointed, but when she does go down on him she doesn't want him to have to worry about stopping her in time. She wants him to be lost completely to her mouth with no expectation that she will be stopping until he's come entirely undone.

Her hands slide to the creases of his thighs and massage there, knowing that that alone will be torturous enough.

He finds he can't bring himself to be disappointed at all--in fact, he's been sort of hoping his first blowjob and intercourse would be two separate experiences, so he can compare and contrast them more accurately later. (Sherlock will always be something of a scientist no matter what he's doing; by now he can't help it.)

When she touches him, running her long warm fingers over sensitive skin, he lets out a quiet sigh and his eyes flutter shut.

He certainly doesn't look disappointed, so Molly takes that as a sign to go with her instincts. She moves her body so she is straddling his thighs and her hands move inward until she finally wraps them around his cock and strokes him gently. His precum is leaking everywhere and she's pleased to have done that before ever even touching his cock.

"I'm going to put on the condom, alright?" she asks as she strokes him slowly again with one hand and reaches for the packet with her other. She's not sure if he's ever had one on before. She knows some curious teenagers try them out before they ever actually need them.

He's actually already broken into the variety pack he bought earlier to practice, just to make sure he wouldn't embarrass himself tonight, but he's still a little relieved when she declares her intent. And turned on, to be honest.

"Okay." The word comes out as a low rasp.

Deciding to take control of the situation is a call on Molly's part to make this easier on both of them. She knows that if this starts off with her on top that he'll be able to relax more and she'll have control over her own pleasure and how deep he is and the angle. Things she knows will be hard for him to control his first time if he's the one leading.

She removes her hand from him so she can tear the foil packet open and remove the condom. After tossing the wrapper aside she takes him into her hand again and starts to roll it down over his cock.

"Okay?" she asks as her hips move forward a little bit. She's not sure how she's being so coherent herself at this point, except that she's focused on making sure that he's comfortable and ready. Her thighs are wet with the proof that she's aching for him, but she can be patient too. She is more than ready to get him inside of her though.

Another long breath sighs out of him as she fits the condom over him. He's grateful for her experience and competence, and subconsciously he's already made up his mind to reward her for guiding him through this once they have more experience together.

Right now, though, all he can focus on is Molly, gently shifting up his body as her hand reaches the root of his cock and she strokes him a little to make sure it's on right.

"Yes," he whispers.

"Okay," she breathes out and knows that this is it. She rises up on her knees a bit takes him in her hand, sliding her hips against him, dragging his cock through her wet folds and against her clit. A whimper leaves her mouth. He's so hot and hard in her hand and against her wet flesh, the fact that she's about to find out what he feels like inside of her, blows her mind. In spite of her mostly calm exterior so far, it has her heart hammering out of her chest.

"Ready?" she breathes out as she leans forward to put her weight on one arm and position the head of his cock at her entrance.

She looks down at him and wants to make sure he's looking at her the first time he enters her body.

Even through the condom he can feel how hot she is, how slick. The way she's looking at him captivates him, sends a warmth that's only partly related to the urgency of the moment through his chest and down his arm.

Sherlock lifts a hand, curls his palm over her hip so he can hold on to her.

"Ready."

He looks straight into her eyes, trying to memorize the pattern of color in her irises. Trying to fix this moment in his memory as deeply and clearly as it deserves.

Molly barely nods before she is gently pressing her body down against the head of his cock. There is a little resistance and then the head slips in and she lets out a breath. Her eyes still manage to watch his eyes and face. The hand at her hips steadies her as she slowly slides herself down his shaft until her body is seated against him completely. And then she is still, just letting her body get adjusted to him, letting her mind process this moment, how he looks, how she feels.

As cliche as it even sounds to her, what she feels is a sense of completeness that's she never felt before. A sense of something clicking into place - something that's been missing all the other times.

He makes a soft, surprised noise when the head of his cock slips into her. His eyes are totally unguarded, his expression warm with a startled pleasure, fingers curling lightly into her hipbone.

She has clever hands, hands he loves and admires. But this is ten times more intense, more complex, her muscles shifting minutely around him even while she's not moving. There's a strength there he could only partly estimate when he's had his fingers inside her.

Somehow, unsteadily, he manages to breathe in. He's buried up to the hilt in her, the full length of his cock surrounded by that insistent heat.

"Molly," he says, as if her name is the key to something he's been trying to puzzle apart for years. In a way it is.

She watches his emotions play over his face and it's an incredible sight. When he breathes, she breathes and closes her eyes for a steadying moment.

There is so much reverence and emotion in the way he says her name that it makes her chest tight and her belly warm. She opens her eyes and leans over to press her mouth to his. It's softer and sweeter than previous kisses but there is an underlying hunger that she's only barely containing. As she moves forward, the feel of him inside her, pressing against sensitive, hidden places causes a sudden heat that sweeps through her body.

His eyes drift shut when she kisses him, and his other hand comes up to flatten against her thigh, so he can keep hold of her. Just so he can steady himself through touch, reassure himself that she's not going anywhere.

She slides forward a little, causing an odd and delicious change in the pressure against and around his cock, and he moans into her mouth. His hips rise a bit, and that creates another subtle slide, vastly different from but just as good as the sensation of filling her for the first time.