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The Bright Spot Meme


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

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Molly gives a frustrated groan as he stops to talk and then doesn't go back to it when he finishes talking.

She looks down at him and can see he knows he's a shit. Another frustrated sound comes out as her head drops back to the bed and she then takes a breath.

"Monday at work...too distracted to run labs..." she breathes out. "Kept thinking about you showing up to fuck me over the counter..."

The thought brings her back to the fantasy. It's certainly not a new one but before Saturday it had only been a fantasy with little hope in it. Monday she realized now it could be real (not that she necessarily would let him, security cameras and all).

"Had to visit the loo so I could concentrate again."

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Fucking her over the counter. That's one he hasn't actually considered yet, although now that he thinks about it, he's absolutely going to angle for that at some point.

"Text me next time," he says around her clit.

And then he tightens his lips over it and begins to suckle, fingers speeding up, that third finger dipping in and out of her entrance with each deep stroke.

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She's about to tell him she didn't want to distract him during a case, but it never reaches her lips because suddenly his are on her clit and she bucking off the bed.

Molly whines and her hand tightens in his hair more. After all the teasing, her orgasm is speeding at her quickly now and it's not going to take much longer. He'll already feel her walls starting to tense up.

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Her muscles are beginning to tighten around his fingers, and his free hand comes up to press into one of her hips, just holding her steady. This time he wants to see if he can make her scream, so he sucks her clit hard and fast, rolling it on his tongue, never letting up the pressure for a second. He's faintly aware he must be making obscene noises, but he's too focused on making her come to give a damn.

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The sudden intensified onslaught on her clit takes Molly by surprise and she moans and writhes as much as she can with him pinning her down. It's almost too much and she makes constant whimpering noises that rise in intensity until she's not sure she can take it another moment and that's when she comes with a loud cry - one filled with pleasure and relief. Her hips buck off the bed uncontrollably as her legs flail out, toes curling hard.

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He's going to need to spend some time in one of his bolt-holes, before the cleanup at 221 is done, composing a piece for his violin that has the same urgent rising cadence as Molly Hooper fucking his mouth to climax. Because he wants some sort of concrete record, outside of his own memory, of how captivating she is as she ascends.

She makes one of those impossibly sweet sounds, and then he feels the orgasm surge through her entire body, feels her thighs jerk and shudder and the bedsheets under them tense as her toes dig into them. He nearly purrs against her clit as he coaxes her through it, slowing gradually, letting her ride the wave of heat as long as possible.

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"Fuck, fuck," she whines with each pulse, feeling him continue to urge her on. Her body twitches with the aftershocks and it takes a while until she can take in a deep breath and let it out, relaxing into the bed. She's still panting a bit as her eyes open and try to focus down at him.

"Think I need to pen a thank you note to the creators of those amateur lesbian sex videos."

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From the shortness of breath and the airy tone he can tell she's still somewhat dizzy from the orgasm. Which somehow makes her comment so funny, so something-he-refuses-to-call-adorable, that he can't help the warm laugh that tumbles out of him as he eases his fingers out of her.

"If a thing's worth doing," he manages, between giggles, shifting to spread out next to her on the mattress again.

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Molly doesn't have the breath to laugh properly right now, but she gives him a blissful sort of grin as he sprawls next to her and blinks slowly. The world is starting to come back to her and he is the center of it right now.

"Glad I'm worth doing," she jokes. She's full of them this morning. Sex makes her (think she's) funny.

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She's happy right now. It's written all over her, even in the little lingering tremors from her overstimulated nerves and in her rumpled hair. Sherlock, who'd never thought he would have a friend in his life, is within arm's reach of someone who is happy because of him.

That thought pulls him into free fall for a moment. The world outside of this space they're sharing may be unfair and endlessly noisy and full of morons, but he can make Molly Hooper happy.

He leans in to kiss her, still smiling.

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Molly kisses him back, feeling a shift in him from playful to thoughtful in an instant. But it feels like good thoughtful, not 'get out of your head, Sherlock' thoughtful. She can taste herself on his lips and it amazes her the shades of him she's able to see in mere minutes - from a bloody frustrating sexual prodigy one moment to a friend she can joke with the next, and on to a tender lover in the next. She thinks it's exactly what it should be like - this comfort level. It makes the next question easy and not awkward to ask.

"You have some choices to make here," she leads with as her hand searches and easily finds his erection between them, circling around it. "We can either have intercourse - you on top this time if you'd like - or I can perform fellatio. Or whatever you like, really....Well....within reason."

She's not sure how far his research has gone yet and if he's discovered any sorts of kinks. She imagines Sherlock will have kinks. He seems the type. Molly has a couple herself.

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Molly is, he somehow has the capacity to note, a very fast learner. Though that thought has to be shoved aside for later as her fingers brush and curl around his erection. He draws a hot, shuddering breath, hips tilting forward slightly.

"You wanted to begin with fellatio last night," he says, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. "And I'm--ah--still curious about it. Though I do want to have intercourse again after breakfast..."

That last word comes out somewhat higher than the rest as her fingers slide over his hot skin in a particularly distracting way.

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It's Molly's turn to grin deviously.

"Horny school boy," she tuts fondly as she strokes him, revels in the uneven breathing she's already managed to cause in him. She then kisses his lips one more long, slow time before she gently pushes him onto his back so she can start to explore his body the way he'd done to her.

There is something to be said for him being a virgin until just last night - he seems to have the libido of a guy in his early 20s and if Saturday was any indication, the refractory period of a younger man too. It hits her then that she's taken Sherlock's virginity. It's juvenile, but she can't help but feel bloody proud of that.

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He's been keeping a lot bottled up for a very long time, has been denying himself without admitting it, and now that she's opened up this part of him there's years' worth of energy and curiosity that needs to be let out. Which he knows should frighten him somewhat, or at least alarm him--but she likes this, she wants him every bit as fiercely as he wants her, and she's completely trustworthy.

Sherlock allows her to roll him to his back, smoothly and gracefully, sighing out a long breath into their kiss. The same sort of warm shiver he'd felt when she pulled his hair a bit earlier runs down his chest now, and he brings a hand up to curve around the back of her neck, just to have one more point of contact between them.

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She kisses him a moment longer before she starts trailing her kisses down his jaw and neck, spending some time licking and scraping her teeth gently over collar bones until she gets to his chest. Her hands slide over his ribcage and she feels his heart strong and hammering away. He's still not in the best health, but he's alive and she's going to do everything to help him stay that way. (Her psychiatrist would say she's a 'fixer' - feels the need to fix broken people. Molly knows this only really applies to one person.)

"Did any of your porn viewing include videos of blow jobs?" she asks him in between sucking and licking on his skin and nicpples.

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Subconsciously, the emotional priorities of this relationship shift slightly for him as she explores his throat and chest with those burning touches and kisses. He knows he was wrong, completely and idiotically wrong about her mouth, and at some point he's going to make sure she knows it.

The question makes its way through a haze of pleasure. God, he loves that she's so specific, that she owns her self-knowledge and is unafraid to let him know how much of it she has for his benefit.

"A few," he admits, hoarsely. "Admittedly it wasn't the centre of my focus as I was researching."

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"Mm, " she hums against his skin as she moves lower, mouth nipping down to his hips bones. She shifts so she's between his legs. Her hands slide up and down his thighs. As with the night before, her focus is is on his cock but she's not yet touching it.

She looks up his body sprawled out for her again and stops to appreciate that he is all hers.

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He shivers, knowing this time there's no imminent expectation other than her mouth finally closing over him. And the hungry, possessive way she looks at his bare body only intensifies the heat that's shutting down enormous blocks of his higher brain function. This exploration, this experience, belongs entirely to her and she knows it. He's at her mercy. Logically he knows that should register as something dangerous, something he should run from, but it's impossible to justify any of those thoughts while her clever hands sweep down his sides and along his thighs.

Instead, somehow--because he's Sherlock and if Sherlock can do any one thing well it's talk--he sort of keeps rattling on.

"And I mostly--fast forwarded through the blowjobs. Didn't think I could learn any--hah--anything useful if I wasn't experiencing it firsthand..."

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"You could just watch to enjoy it," she points out as her hands slide closer to their target. "Could imagine it's you they're blowing. I think that's what guys do."

Her hand curls around the base of his shaft and strokes up slowly as she continues to watch him.

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"I could, but that mmh..." Something in his brain fizzles briefly, like a failing electrical connection, when her hand wraps around him. Thankfully it burns away any capacity he has to be ashamed that he's just whimpered at her touch. "...that... hasn't actually... worked."

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"Maybe because you haven't experienced it before," she says as she strokes him again. "You can't know what it's like."

Something that's about to change. Without any warning she leans down and presses the flat of her tongue against his shaft and licks upward. Once at the top she swirls it around his tip. She manages to keep her eyes on his face to see his reaction.

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Whatever reply he might have come up with abruptly blurs and warps into a breathless "oh god" as she drags her tongue up the length of his cock. Sherlock tries to stay focused on her, to maintain eye contact, but then she begins to slide the tip of her tongue around the head of his prick and his eyes slip shut for a second out of some sheer primal instinct to concentrate on how this feels.

One of his hands lifts to touch her, fingers threading through her rumpled hair.

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The look on his face is pure bliss and it gives her her own jolt of pleasure. Her tongue laps at him again as her hand strokes him in between. His hand in her hair makes her hum, something she knows he'll also appreciate.

Her free hand keeps massaging at the crease of his hip.

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Her voice actually vibrates against his cock, sends a soft hot wave of breath over sensitive skin, and even though rationally he knows his spine can't actually be dissolving that's what his nerves are telling him is happening as she puts her clever mouth and hands to work on him. His fingers flex in her hair, and he opens his eyes to look down at her again, to watch how she's going to take him apart for as long as he can manage.

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Molly feels him looking at her so she lifts her eyes to meet his just as her mouth closes over the head of his cock and sucks gently. Her hand works the rest of his shaft and she hums again. He tastes salty and sweet, and god, she is sucking Sherlock's cock. She can feel herself getting wet again.