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The Bright Spot Meme


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

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.)

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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.

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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.

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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."

His voice. She wants to hear his voice.

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That soft please, so warm and so vulnerable, finally causes some delicate thread inside him to snap. The words tumble out of him, breathless and unstoppable, giving greater heat to their kisses.

"Don't stop," he whispers. "Don't stop, Molly, whatever you do, don't stop, I need... ah... to watch, you're beautiful..."

The last word spills from his tongue onto hers, arching between them like an electric current.

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She whimpers in return with each statement. His voice hits an auditory erogenous zone in her brain that's only activated by him and him alone. And by the time he gets to "beautiful" she is there and that just pushes her so far over the edge it's just one last tilt of her hips and she cries out his name as she comes. She sees stars as her body tightens and pulses around him, the feel of him inside her when she comes, intensifies her orgasm that much more and her hips continue to rock against him as it washes over her.

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The sound of his name on her lips, desperate and sweet, starts the reaction; the hard rhythmic pulses that ripple mercilessly up and down the length of his cock overwhelm him. But it's the brief glimpse he gets of her face as she soars into climax that shuts off his brain completely.

He lets out a long, wordless cry as he comes, shuddering and arching, utterly uncontrolled and helpless beneath her.

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It takes Molly by surprise that he comes so soon after her and she moans as she feels his cock twitching inside her. It's enough to send another muted climax rippling through her sensitized body. Her breath comes out in hard puffs against his cheek as she clings to him. She can feel his heart racing in his chest and the whole quick rise and fall of his own breaths.

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Once those initial hard shivers subside, once the last pulse in his cock fades and relief begins to sweep through him, he starts to become aware of her trembling on top of him. His heartbeat is wild, his breath unsteady, and her heartbeat and breath form a ragged counterpoint to his.

There's absolutely nothing hidden or held back in his expression; he's too wrung out, too overcome by pleasure, to be able to filter or conceal anything. Right now Sherlock's blinking like he's just been struck, gasping for air, all the tension in him bleeding away to leave him weak and loose and warm.

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Molly's own body starts to relax against his and she gets her breathing somewhat under control.

"Jesus," she manages to breathe out before she lifts her head to look down at him, her hands smoothing his unruly hair back from his face. He looks well and truly fucked and she feels a sense of pride at having done that to him. More than that, though, she feels love, pure and intense.

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He can't hide from her like this. There's awe on his face, and something like adoration, vulnerable and real. His hands relax slowly (and she's definitely going to have bruises in the morning), falling to her thighs, his fingers warm and trembling.

This might be the single most intimate moment of his life. Not just physically, but emotionally--he's holding nothing back, and neither is she, and they're looking straight at one another.

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It should be frightening, even to her, to feel so strongly and intensely what she feels for this man, but it's not. It's exhilarating in its way. To see and be seen and loved and adored by him is everything she had hoped. She swallows thickly as she looks at him, at how open and intently he's looking back at her. She can't say anything, for fear that she might get choked up. So instead, she leans in and kisses him tenderly.

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If their first kiss was a window opening, this one is a door. It's one that's been sealed a long time, and it terrifies and exhilarates him that she slips in so easily.

He meets her with equal tenderness, something he didn't think he could ever feel but that isn't the least bit wrong. One of his shaking hands tangles gently in her hair, just for the pleasure of its soft texture between his fingers.