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The Bright Spot Meme


(Was there every a more suitable meme for dear Molly?)

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She goes utterly still for a moment, and then she makes one of the most incredible sounds Sherlock's ever heard as the orgasm shudders through her whole body. Molly is beautiful and vulnerable and completely undone by how he's devoted his undivided attention to her. He guides her through it, watches and feels every cresting wave of it, and when the hard pulsing against his tongue and squeezing his fingers begins to slow so do his movements, easing her back down.

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She notices the way that he follows her orgasm and knows just what she needs as she comes down and starts to recover. He's not the first to realize that this is how a woman's orgasm works, but he's just that much better at reading what her body wants.

She lets out a loud, contented sigh as her body finally, finally relaxes into the bed and her eyes blink open to look down at him. There is bliss on her face and absolutely adoration. And yet, underneath, there is still desire. She knows that this is just the start.

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He manages to pull off of her, to lever himself up so he can rest his cheek on her thigh and just look at her. It's selfish of him, he knows, but there's something in him that simply wants to bask in the moments when it's evident she loves and wants him.

"Hi," he whispers, as the trembling starts to subside. His still-wet fingers stir against her inner thigh, stroking the soft skin affectionately.

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It's not selfish, when she gets to bask right back as he looks at her. Her fingers that have left his hair when her body lost sight of itself for a bit, slide back through his curls fondly.

"Hi," she says back, quietly with a warm smile.

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The smile makes his chest tighten strangely, gives him a brief sense of weightlessness. Her hand in his hair keeps him anchored, and in response he presses a soft, chaste kiss to her thigh.

"That was amazing."

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Molly huffs out a laugh.

"I think that's my line," she says as her hand continues to comb through his hair until it stops to cup his cheek. "You should come up here and kiss me."

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"With pleasure."

He unfolds himself from between her legs (and it's something of a relief--after all, he's six foot three and can't exactly sprawl out while he's giving oral) and levers himself up over her. Even as his eyes close, he fits his mouth over hers easily, letting her guide the pace of the kiss.

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Molly kisses him slow but deep, her hands tangling back into his hair. They can't stay away. She urges him to press his weight into her body. He's still fully clothed but there's something sexy about that. Still, they'll have to fix it soon.

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He sighs into her mouth, hot and soundless, his hips pressing down and into hers as the slow tension begins to build between them again. She's licking every last taste of herself off his tongue, and that makes his cock jerk against the fly of his trousers, the fabric stirring against her bare skin.

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She makes a noise in return as she feels him twitching against her belly, her hips rolling up against his.

"Roll over," she says into his mouth. It's her turn for some exploring. And first she needs to get him out of his clothes.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.