"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.
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.
"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.
Molly moans in return as his hips press upward and cause a delicious pressure inside her body. She wants to feel it again, so as her kiss turns heated, she lifts her hips away from his a little and then presses them back together again. Her breath stutters out of her and against his mouth.
Yes, that's good, she thinks, somewhere in her brain where thinking is still happening.
That subtle rise and fall atop him sparks a low heat in his whole body, radiating outward from the marrow of his bones. She almost whimpers against his lips, and the next time she begins to drag her weight forward on him he simply lets it happen... but when she sinks back, he rocks his hips upwards to meet her. The sensation is breathtaking.
His hands settle more firmly on her hips, not pressing her down or guiding her, just holding on.
She does whimper the next time, when his hips meet hers on the way down. His hands on her hips is exactly what she wants and she doesn't mind a little grabbing or pulling. It would be okay if he left his thumb prints there for her to find in the morning.
Their kissing becomes less like kissing and more like lips brushing and breaths mingling as they move together.
God, those sounds she makes. Each one hits him a bit differently, sends different variations of pleasure singing through his nerves. His hands tighten on her as they begin to ascend together, learning one another's rhythm.
He sucks at her lower lip briefly, all he can manage of a kiss right now, and then she shifts on top of him in some strange way that turns her hips a bit, her inner muscles almost twisting around his cock.
"Fuck," he manages, a low growl against her mouth.
Molly doesn't consciously make the decision to move her hips like that, but when he reacts that way, she happily does it again. Her hips then slow for a moment as she sits up more and leans her hands on his chest. She then starts to ride him at this angle, her hair falling on either side of her face as she looks down at him. She likes being able to watch him watch her. It's also a good angle for her clit to hit his pubic bone with every hard down stroke of her hips.
His lips are parted and wet, pupils blown wide, the flush across his pale skin evident even in the low light. For some reason he can't help but realize, when she begins to ride him, that there's an extremely descriptive phrase for this.
Molly Hooper is having her way with him, and he loves it.
There will definitely be red marks on her afterwards, where he's gripping her now. Each exhale gains more sound.
(And bit by bit, somewhere in his brain, Molly riding his cock wearing nothing but her stockings and a heated look is blurring and burning away the memory of the first time he met Irene Adler face-to-not-her-face.)
The way he looks up at her and the sounds he's making increase her pleasure tenfold and her own whimpers join with his. She bites her lip and concentrates on what's making her feel good and what's hopefully making him feel good. Quite purposely she squeezes her internal muscles around him and moans as it causes a sharp jolt of pleasure to her core.
"Sherlock," she whispers as her hips grind against his. She's chasing another orgasm, can feel the ache become urgent.
And finally, finally his patience starts to unravel and burn out as she squeezes him tight, as he feels those building shudders from inside her for the first time.
"Yes," he breathes, knowing on some deep level what this means, what they're both quickly spiraling towards. His hips snap upwards, and he hangs on to her like she's keeping him from drowning. He has to know what it feels like for her to come around his cock before he can let himself go.
While it means she won't have as much leverage to press him quite as deep into her, Molly needs to capture his lips with hers again. She needs to feel him. She leans down and kisses him hard as her whole body starts to slide against his. There is little grace in it but it's doing the trick and her moans come quick and short against into his mouth.
"You feel...incredible..." she manages to breathe out. "Close...so close. Oh god...talk to me...please."
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Date: 2017-02-26 04:45 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2017-02-26 04:58 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2017-02-26 05:06 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2017-02-26 05:23 pm (UTC)"Thanks," he breathes, without really being aware that he's speaking.
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Date: 2017-02-26 05:34 pm (UTC)"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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Date: 2017-02-26 05:48 pm (UTC)When she touches him, running her long warm fingers over sensitive skin, he lets out a quiet sigh and his eyes flutter shut.
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Date: 2017-02-26 05:55 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:04 pm (UTC)"Okay." The word comes out as a low rasp.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:12 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:23 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:33 pm (UTC)"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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:44 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 06:56 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 08:14 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 08:34 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 09:05 pm (UTC)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.
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Date: 2017-02-26 09:19 pm (UTC)Yes, that's good, she thinks, somewhere in her brain where thinking is still happening.
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Date: 2017-02-26 09:30 pm (UTC)His hands settle more firmly on her hips, not pressing her down or guiding her, just holding on.
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Date: 2017-02-26 09:39 pm (UTC)Their kissing becomes less like kissing and more like lips brushing and breaths mingling as they move together.
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Date: 2017-02-27 12:17 am (UTC)He sucks at her lower lip briefly, all he can manage of a kiss right now, and then she shifts on top of him in some strange way that turns her hips a bit, her inner muscles almost twisting around his cock.
"Fuck," he manages, a low growl against her mouth.
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Date: 2017-02-27 01:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-02-27 01:33 am (UTC)Molly Hooper is having her way with him, and he loves it.
There will definitely be red marks on her afterwards, where he's gripping her now. Each exhale gains more sound.
(And bit by bit, somewhere in his brain, Molly riding his cock wearing nothing but her stockings and a heated look is blurring and burning away the memory of the first time he met Irene Adler face-to-not-her-face.)
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Date: 2017-02-27 01:48 am (UTC)"Sherlock," she whispers as her hips grind against his. She's chasing another orgasm, can feel the ache become urgent.
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Date: 2017-02-27 01:59 am (UTC)"Yes," he breathes, knowing on some deep level what this means, what they're both quickly spiraling towards. His hips snap upwards, and he hangs on to her like she's keeping him from drowning. He has to know what it feels like for her to come around his cock before he can let himself go.
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Date: 2017-02-27 02:08 am (UTC)"You feel...incredible..." she manages to breathe out. "Close...so close. Oh god...talk to me...please."
His voice. She wants to hear his voice.
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