And to the starlitrose: glad I could brighten your day! Hope you like the follow up chapter too.
I hope you ALL like it! LIKE IT, I SAY!
okay, that may have been a tad extreme. Lol.
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Molly awoke to the feeling of absolute warmth. She had snuggled under the blankets and curled into a ball. Her eyes opened slowly, when she realized that this was not her bedroom. She widened her gaze slightly, searching for something familiar. Her eyes tore from the door, to the surrounding wall. Periodic table poster, beautiful cream colored paint, dark door. That's when Molly searched other areas. Mainly, the floor. Clothes scattered from the doorway to the bed she was curled up in. Not only hers, but another set. That's when she saw it. That trigger piece that brought her memory flooding back to her. On the floor, next to her pants, was a deep purple dress shirt. Sherlock's purple dress shirt. Molly's eyes widened as she swiftly remembered the evenings..activities. Even more current, she lay naked, in Sherlock's bed. She grinned giddily to herself, snuggling her face further into the pillow. Molly then felt a movement behind her. She stopped, and listened.
Sherlock had slept peacefully. He never slept, let alone without being woken by his racing thoughts. He felt a warmth rising in his chest as he unconsciously held something close to him. Sherlock moaned in his sleep, not wanting the object to leave his side, so he hugged it closer, mumbling an incoherent thought. He then drifted off to sleep.
Molly had managed to roll herself over, so her front was now facing his. She had almost woken Sherlock accidentally, but quickly changed positions as he stirred in his sleep. His breath steadied again, and he fell back into his slumber. Molly had decided she could be very content in staying like this for the rest of the day. She closed her eyes, and soon, she too, had drifted back to sleep.
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Sherlock woke a few hours later, his legs feeling sore, the rest of his body equally aching. He slowly stretched, not wanting to cramp any muscles. As he stretched out his arms and chest, he became very aware of something lying close to him. He opened his eyes and focused on the close up bundle. Reddish-brown hair, soft tender skin, two lovely feeling curves...ah yes. Sherlock knew in an instant. He looked down again, this time focusing on the face. Molly's eyes were closed lazily, as she twirled her finger around a strand of her hair. Her other hand had placed itself on his hip, and it gently drew a line up and down as she dreamt. The sensation of her skin lightly caressing his caused his body to yearn for the feelings it had finally experienced in the night previous. His groin quickly alerted him to the attention it so desparately desired, pulsating and grinding a pain into his stomach. Sherlock squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his body's more primal urges to simply take what it wanted and craved. He needn't control them for long, however.
Molly had been stirred from her sleep by the feeling of an ever warming body pressing deeply into hers. She peeked open an eye, and saw Sherlock, hovering above her side, clearly attempting to rid himself of a morning visitor. She nearly giggled at the sight of him, trying to simply will it away. She could feel his length pressing into her leg, feeling it grow harder by the second. Deciding the element of surprise was best, Molly slipped her hand from Sherlock's hip, and onto the organ that was in between them. She trailed her fingers up one side, and then down the other. Her actions were met with a low growl of pleasure from the tall man next to her. She looked up to see his eyes piercing through her. Sherlock moved his hand to trace the line around her nipple, and it peaked upon contact. Molly had quickly felt the rising pool of lust in her center, and took matters into her own hands. She rolled over quickly, flipping herself over him, so that she now sat straddling his waist and hips. Sherlock looked up at her, eyes ablaze with curiosity.
''Molly...'' his voice was thick with the morning, and mixed with sure want. She smiled down at him, before grinding her hips against his, and letting out a breathy moan. Sherlock's eyes closed as he slid his hands to each side of her, holding her in place by her smooth hips. She giggled and made the jerking motion again. This time, Sherlock joined in the loud moan.
''Molly, mmmmbloody..hell.'' he croaked out, barely managing the words between her hips crashing into his. She liked stimulating a response from him. She leaned over his torso, and kissed him on the crevace of his neck. Molly trailed a path of kisses from his neck, up to his ear, where she bit and gently nibbled on his soft earlobe, before whispering to him.
''I like experiments too, Mr. Holmes. Would you like to help me with one?" She purred seductively. She had sounded like a sex-crazed feline, not the sweet innocent girl from the morgue that he knew. The only response Sherlock could muster to the temptress was a labored nod of the head, accompanied by a throaty 'mhmm.' Molly smiled, almost on the verge of naughtily, as she slid down his legs, slowly. Sherlock hissed at the rush of nerves firing sensations throughout his body to his overloading brain. He placed his hands behind his head, not knowing where else to put them, as she kissed the tip of him.
Molly then surprised him completely. She opened her mouth slightly, and allowed him to pass through her lips, and into her warm mouth. She breathed in and out slowly through her nose, as she took in his full length. Sherlock pushed his head back into the pillow, his hands suddenly flying to the tangled nest of her hair. Molly moaned on his tender muscle, as he tangled his hands through her wild hair. She slowly made her way up and down him, licking across the veign she could see under his skin. Sherlock suddenly pulled her off of him, and up to where she had sat, straddling his middle. She grinned at him, attempting to appear innocent.
''Why, Sherlock, is everything okay?" Molly asked, in a coy sounding voice. Sherlock raised an eyebrow, before grinning back at her. He growled wickedly against her ear, before pulling her into a deep kiss. Molly moaned loudly into his mouth, almost getting caught up in the moment. 'No, this is my turn.' She reminded herself. As Sherlock kissed her, she sat up, before grabbing him and easing him into her sex. This warranted a deep moan from both of them. Sherlock moved a hand from Molly's hair to her bottom, the other cradling her at the base of her neck and shoulder. Molly had thrown her head back, firmly entwining her slender fingers in between the dark, curly locks of his hair. For a moment, neither of them moved. Only after adjusting to the new position did Sherlock initiate the first action. He slowly lifted his hips up into her pelvis, and she immediately responded by grinding her hips deeply against his. Molly gasped at the feeling of him so deep inside her walls. She made the second move by pushing up on her knees, and then slidig back down. Sherlock seemed pleased with this gesture, and coaxed her to do it again.
Molly felt his hand squeeze her bum tightly, pleading with her to repeat the stunt. Molly granted his request, this time sliding up further, before swiftly sliding back to her original position. The grip on her backside tightened, as Sherlock became severely more aroused. His arms were soon sweeping under her legs, assisting the motion in as rapid a matter as he could. Molly gasped and moaned each time he drove into her. She found herself holding onto his shoulders in a death grip, fearing she would fall off of him otherwise. As he continued on, Molly couldn't resist biting into his shoulder, trying to muffle her trills of praise for his efforts. Sherlock stifled a low grunt as the pain winced through him. He could feel her inside, gripping around him with pulsing muscles. He knew it was only a short time before she broke, as well as he.
''Molly, oh Molly please...'' he whispered, a low growl rumbling into her ear. Molly gasped at the sound, and her grasp around his shoulders tightened.
''Sherlock! Mmmm! Say it again!" She squeaked, caught off guard by his change in speed. Sherlock chuckled at the sound of her begging cries.
''Please, Molly. Please.'' He howled again into her ear, his voice dark and gruff. Molly's body clamped around him, her breathing became erratic, as she trembled against him, crying out his name a final time. Sherlock pushed into her a few more times, before he too, unraveled. They both hugged each other tightly, not wanting to part from the other. Finally, their breathing calmed, heart beats returning to normal. Molly leaned her head into Sherlock's chest for minutes, listening to the soothing thumps of his heart. She heard his voice echo in his chest.
''I have wanted to do that, for far too long.'' He spoke low, barely above a whisper. She looked up at him, curiosly displaying a grin.
''How long is far too long?" She asked in return. He gazed down at her, smoothing away the hair that had stick to the sweat on her brow.
''Since the night you wore that beautiful dress for me.'' He sighed in admittance. He felt Molly smile against his chest, as they both chuckled together. After a few moments of silence, Molly asked, not bothering to move.
''Well, Mr. Holmes, how many more trials before you have laid this experiment to rest?" She giggled at the pun. He chuckled before replying,
''Oh, I think there are far too many things in the way of variables, don't you agree, Dr. Hooper?" he leaned back, taking in the sight of her, before leaning in to gently kiss her lips.
''Shall we continue with the next trial?"
''Oh, without a doubt.
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Well, there ya go. Hope you liked it. I actually had a lot of fun writing a bonus chapter for this one. I had been considering it anyway, but when a request for one came up, I couldn't say no! Thank you for reading. Review and read the other fics too, if you please! Later darlings!